“Someone actually rejected a guy like Evan Lin?” a girl exclaimed.
"Oh my god, are you kidding me? Were those girls blind or what! If a guy this amazing liked me, I wouldn't even wait for him to confess—I'd go for him first!" Another very pretty girl gasped in awe.
“I seriously can't imagine it. His grades are insane, and he even single-handedly scored against the national soccer team's reserve squad. Now he’s got a big shot like Victor Su backing him up, and he still got rejected?”
Voices buzzed with gossip all around, one after another.
Countless gazes converged on Lynn Chen.
Right now, Lynn Chen was a mess inside. Her body trembled slightly, and she bit her lip so hard she drew blood—without even noticing.
“Lynn, you and Evan Lin are from the same city, right? Who did he used to like?”
A girl not far from Lynn asked, eyes sparkling with gossip.
But her question got no answer.
Surrounded by sighs and whispers, Lynn Chen felt hollowed out, like something inside her was missing.
As Evan Lin spoke about this, his mind drifted back to when he first arrived at Glazed Glass Palace, spending countless days and nights buried in medical texts.
Those were extremely painful days.
Other than that, to rise from a minor disciple at Glazed Glass Palace to the supreme throne of the Immortal Martial Continent, earning the title of Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord and shaking the world—only Evan Lin knows the blood and tears it took.
Countless times escaping death, countless battles fought to the bitter end—all for survival, all to become stronger!
The college entrance exam means nothing to me, but for you, it’s everything.
It can change your fate, change your future. If you don’t want to see the girl you like ride off in someone else’s car while you’re stuck watching on a bike like a fool, then fight for it! Struggle and strive! Use your blood and tears, your grit and resolve, to pave your own road to kingship!
Only by walking farther than others can you live more freely than others.
A person must hold to something—only then can they achieve something.
In the future, you might become an ingrate, a betrayer, or a fence-sitter—it doesn’t matter. But when you bow your head, you must always keep your spine straight and know why you’re bowing, know what you truly want.
I’m not your life mentor, and I have no obligation to teach you how to live. Saying these things is just fate, because we happen to share the same school.
Evan Lin paused for a moment as he spoke.
Below the stage, the boys’ eyes burned with even more excitement and passion.
Who, in their youth, doesn’t dream of being a dragon-slaying hero, rising above the bones of the fallen?
Who, in their youth, doesn’t want to win a kingdom for the girl they love?
Listening to Evan’s blunt words, more than a few boys couldn’t help sneaking glances at the girls they liked.
At the front of the Class 12 formation, Byron Yang wore a wry smile, unable not to admire Evan Lin’s words and courage.
All sorts of emotions churned in Lynn Chen’s eyes, crossing and overlapping.
Ivy Liang sighed deeply, feeling a suffocating frustration she couldn’t quite name.
Wendy Wen stared at Evan Lin on stage, his relaxed, easy attitude making something unnameable spread inside her.
Stella Huang gazed up at Evan Lin on the stage, then looked again through her camera lens, unsure if what she felt deep down was joy or sorrow.
If this segment were broadcast, it would surely shock all of Capitalview City.
This wasn’t a typical student speech at all—it was a raw, real survival guide for the jungle of humanity, with words hinting at the bloody rules lurking beneath society, shocking to the core.
Only the strong can stand tall. Only by becoming stronger can you protect everything you love.
Principal Damon Deng sat uneasily on the stage, surprised at Evan Lin’s speech. But when he glanced at Victor Su and Colonel Su, he saw them smiling instead of angry, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The stunned students quickly snapped out of it and began to applaud.
The applause grew louder and louder, until it thundered through the hall.
Now, let’s invite our student representative to share his thoughts on being recommended to Clearwater University!
As everyone knows, Clearwater University is one of the nation’s top schools, a dream for countless students. Now Evan Lin has been personally selected for the mathematics department by Professor Gordon Gu—let’s hear what he thinks!
Wendy Wen took a deep breath and, as the thunderous applause faded, quickly asked the next question.
Just as everyone focused on Evan Lin again, waiting for his next brilliant speech.
Evan Lin, holding the microphone, slowly shook his head.
Sorry, I have no feelings about this.
I refuse the special recommendation to Clearwater.
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