The sunlight passes through the spotless Glass window, casting a bright and warm light spot on the corner of the desk.
In the air, fine dust danced happily in the beam of light.
Finally, it quietly fell on Fang Cheng's focused profile, coating his handsome contours like a knife with a layer of soft gold.
There was silence in the bedroom.
Only the rhythmic "rustling" sound of the pen tip crossing the paper echoed.
Clear and reassuring.
On Fang Cheng's desk, various books and materials have piled up like a mountain.
"Detailed Explanation of Civil Code", "General Theory of Criminal Law", "One Hundred Cases of Criminal Psychology Analysis"...
Ippon This thick professional classic almost buries his whole body in it.
Knock knock.
A gentle knock on the door broke the silence in the room.
"Cheng Cheng."
Li Biyun's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing his son's concentration on study:
"Mom made you a bowl of Gastrodia pig brain soup. Drink it while it's hot. Don't wait for it to cool down."
Carrying a white porcelain soup bowl, she carefully opened the door and entered with very light steps.
"Well, Mom, please put it on the table first."
Fang Cheng did not raise his head, his eyes were still fixed on the file in front of him, and the pen in his hand did not pause at all.
Li Biyun didn't dare to say anything and gently placed the soup bowl in a spare corner of the desk.
With a little distress and expectation in his eyes, he glanced at his son with a complicated expression.
Then, he quietly stepped out and gently closed the door for him.
Fang Cheng continued to immerse himself in writing, completely immersed in the sea of topics.
Time also passed by minute by second in the "rustling" sound of the pen tip touching the paper.
Until I finished writing the arguments for the last material analysis question, and came to a heavy full stop.
Then he took a long breath.
Fang Cheng raised his head and moved his slightly stiff neck.
I haven't studied seriously like this for a long time.
So much so that now I feel that sitting at the table reading and doing questions seems to consume more energy than simply exercising.
Fang Cheng smiled and shook his head, looking at the alarm clock next to him.
The hour and minute hands point to 10:05.
From the time I started taking this mock test, which was expected to take two hours, less than forty minutes have passed.
A line of illusory light screen information quietly appeared in front of his eyes.
[Focus Experience+3]
[Focus Lv2(327/500)]
[Speed Reading Experience+3]
[Speed Reading Lv2(104/500)]
"Sure enough, this kind of extreme simulation test is the best way to gain experience."
Fang Cheng sighed with understanding in his heart. This can be regarded as an extra gain brought by the recent intensive review.
Then he took back Panel, picked up another standard answer sheet printed with red letters, and began to correct the questions one by one.
Out of 100, the final score was 97.
The three points deducted were due to errors in the last two essay questions and material analysis questions.
This was deducted by Fang Cheng himself at his own discretion and in accordance with the most stringent standards.
After all, it is a fantasy for Graduate Entrance Examination's Professional Written Test to get full marks. It involves too many subjective factors of the marking teacher.
Especially in the field of Law, there are already a large number of ambiguous cases that are full of controversy and lack clear legal support.
What's more, it's an armchair test.
As for another Foreign Language ability test.
Fang Cheng did not waste any time on this.
With "Omniscient Language" Talent, his attainments in linguistics are at least comparable to those of Grandmaster.
Coping with a mere exam is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.
The real test lies in the Interview link of comprehensive quality and ability.
After all, no matter how high your score is in the written test, it is just the ticket.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked out the window through the mountains of books.
Outside is Old Factory Street, who has lived with him for more than ten years.
The extremely familiar Gray tune.
Low buildings are intertwined, and old wires intertwine between the buildings like spider webs.
In sharp contrast to the skyscrapers in the distance, it feels like two worlds.
There are no birds singing and the fragrance of flowers here, only the rough and real life left over from the industrial era Aura.
Last week, the results of Graduate Entrance Exam, the national line and the school's self-marked line were announced one after another.
He entered the Final Round list of East Capital University Law School without any suspense.
A week later, it was time to decide on Fate.
Or to be precise, this is an important test in the mother's mind related to her son's future.
Fang Cheng is clear.
When my mother saw herself picking up the book again and studying hard day and night.
There is always a glimmer of relief in those eyes that are often filled with worry.
And this light is the comfort that I, as a son, must give my mother.
Mother seemed to be vaguely aware of something.
She never asked, but Fang Cheng knew.
Even though she exercised day and night, and occasionally showed a strong body that was far beyond ordinary people, she couldn't escape her attentive eyes.
There is nothing better than a mother who knows a son.
The more silent she was, the more worried she showed.
It seems that he is afraid that he will suddenly disappear one day, make the same mistake as his father, and step into the mysterious world full of blood and fire again.
Fang Cheng felt a complex and helpless ripple in his heart.
It is true that I cannot truly live a stable life as an ordinary person as my mother wished.
Because, he has already embarked on a Shura road that is destined to be irreversible.
Even at this moment, I am willing to let go of everything, be content with the status quo, and pretend to be a good citizen with no Danger.
Those enemies lurking in the dark, whether they are Noah Organization or other unknown spies, will never let him go.
Placing one's own safety on the kindness and forgetfulness of the strong is the most stupid and ridiculous self-deception in the world.
What's more, Fang Cheng is the person who owns "Panel".
This heaven-defying opportunity seems to be a key handed to Fate, a key that opens the door to the peak of power.
If it is said that only one person in this world is destined to ascend the supreme throne.
So, why can't this person be myself?
He is armed with a sharp weapon and has a murderous intention.
How could Fang Cheng just give up and settle for mediocrity?
So.
This Graduate Entrance Examination is a balance point carefully chosen by him, a necessary disguise.
I can't really retreat to the shore, but I can at least build a seemingly solid Lighthouse for my mother on the rough sea.
Let her have something to rely on, even if she just sees a little light revealed in the wind and rain.
As his thoughts flowed, Fang Cheng's eyes fell on the bowl of slightly steaming pig brain soup.
So I reached out and picked up the ladle and stirred it gently.
The milky white soup exudes a rich aroma.
Fang Cheng scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and took a slow sip.
The warm soup slid into the throat, bringing a burst of warmth and calming the chaotic thoughts a little.
Having said that, the innocent identity of Graduate Student, a famous school student, can indeed provide himself with excellent cover.
This allows him to more calmly accumulate strength in the dark and deal with any storms that may arise in the future.
Otherwise, with his complicated family background, if he wanders around the Gray zone as a boxer for a long time, he will sooner or later attract the attention of Special Search Team.
Target yourself just like Noah Organization, and put it on the watch list again...
Knock knock.
Li Biyun's voice sounded outside the door again, interrupting Fang Cheng's thoughts.
"Cheng Cheng, have you studied well? You can go out to eat."
When he heard his mother shouting, Fang Cheng immediately calmed down and replied:
"Okay, I'll pack it up and come out."
At the dinner table, Li Biyun kept putting vegetables into Fang Cheng's bowl.
Steamed Sea Bass, walnut and shrimp, are some dishes that nourish the brain and enhance Memory power.
Fang Cheng While enjoying the meal, he listened to his mother talk about Wanghu Town the progress of the decoration of grandpa's big house.
So I took advantage of the situation and told Li Biyun that Haitian Garden's house had been renovated.
He also said hello in advance and said that if he was busy with work in the future, he might stay there sometimes.
My mother already knew about the property gifted by her uncle when YuLong Lake was on vacation. At that time, she only told Fang Cheng to remember this hard-won family relationship and be more filial to her grandfather and uncle in the future.
When he heard his son say this, Li Biyun pondered for a while and then said:
"Then I'll go over tomorrow to help you clean up and buy some daily necessities."
"When I have a girlfriend in the future, I can take her to live there. I can't always go to Hotel to rent a house, or squeeze in our old house."
Fang Cheng was nodding his head, but when he heard the last sentence, the food in his mouth almost spit out.
He immediately waved his hands:
"Mom, I've bought the furniture and asked the housekeeper to clean the bathroom, so don't worry about it."
"I'll go there with you tomorrow, just find the way."
I think of Room 1803's weird neighbor who wears strong perfume, maybe he is really some kind of murderer or Wanted Criminal.
Fang Cheng is a little worried about my mother going there alone.
After dinner, the sun was just right and filled Living Room with warmth.
There is still a slight smell of oil smoke in the air.
Li Biyun quickly picked up the leftovers, wrapped the uneaten ones in plastic wrap and put them in Refrigerator.
Fang Cheng was holding the dishes and chopsticks and was about to wash them, but his mother snatched them away and pushed him out of the kitchen.
"You're clumsy. Don't get in the way. Go take a lunch break. You have to study in the afternoon."
Mother's orders cannot be ignored.
Fang Cheng touched his nose angrily and had to give up the idea of practicing Cleaning Skill by the way.
Mom At home, it is not his turn to do this kind of work. He is simply raising himself as a scholar...
With a sigh in his heart, Fang Cheng glanced at Panel.
Focus on one of the life skills.
[Cleaning Lv1(209/250)]
Since quitting Club Logistics Department's job, the progress of this skill has been extremely slow.
Experience improvement is basically accumulated through daily housework and some "aftercare work".
Yesterday, I did a thorough cleaning on my own at the new house, and my experience improved a lot.
Now it looks like it's not far from Level Up, but I still have to do some work on my own.
Fang Cheng shook his head slightly.
The current situation is complicated, and it is always a good thing to have one more skill at your disposal.
Although this is just a life skill, the special effects of "Scavenger's Eye" have repeatedly helped me get rid of tracking, find clues, and eliminate the possibility of being monitored.
If Level Up goes smoothly, it may come in handy one day.
For example, processing a crime scene more efficiently...
Back in the bedroom, Fang Cheng did not continue studying, nor did he choose to take a nap.
Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.
Silence returned to the room again.
The heartbeat of Fang Cheng started to Slow Down, the breathing became longer, and every tense muscle relaxed.
The whole person is like a high-speed machine, actively reducing frequency and entering a low-power standby mode.
Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of Old Factory Street and the noise of traffic in the distance mixed into the background sound of the city.
Separated by a thick layer of Glass, they gradually become blurry and distant, as if they have been pushed out of the sensory world.
All that is left is his steady heartbeat, the pure tranquility deep in his consciousness, and the burning Flames...
After a long time, Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes becoming deeper and brighter.
A line Prompt Information appears.
[Meditation Experience+2]
[Meditation Lv2(36/500)]
Looking at the progress of cultivation, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.
No matter whether it is fast or slow, as long as you work hard every day, all skills will be accumulated over time and improved step by step.
After practicing Meditation.
Fang Cheng feels completely refreshed and seems to have recovered the energy loss caused by studying hard today.
Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to enter Memory Palace and contact Xu Hao, his heart was touched without any warning.
It felt as if an invisible stone had been dropped on the other side of the city, causing ripples in circles.
The ripples were extremely weak but extremely clear, spanning several kilometers of barriers, and accurately rippled onto the calm lake of my heart.
"Xu Hao has any important information over there and took the initiative to report to me?"
As soon as this thought came up, Fang Cheng's eyes froze.
"Wrong."
He immediately shook his head in denial.
Fang Cheng can feel it clearly.
This fluctuation of thoughts had a sense of strangeness and did not come from anyone he knew well.
Moreover, the Mind Resonance phenomenon produced this time has relatively weak directivity.
It's more like an uncontrollable and intense fear... distress signal.
Fang Cheng Without thinking, he gathered his mind and closed his eyes again.
The whole person's consciousness instantly converged and sank inward.
The surrounding Real World quickly peeled off and blurred.
When I opened my eyes again, my consciousness had entered Memory Palace.
Fang Cheng stood up quickly and pushed open the bedroom door.
In the center of the dark hall, Golden Orb is still floating quietly, blooming with a soft and mysterious halo.
Looking up, the surrounding domes are like night, with light spots like stars dotting the sky.
Each one represents an individual consciousness that has successfully connected, or a spirit waiting for connection Coordinates.
Fang Cheng's eyes searched among the many stars for a moment, and soon locked on a point of light that was flashing rapidly and seemed quite abnormal.
That's it!
"Single-Directional Projection!"
As Fang Cheng silently recited the instructions in his heart, a buzzing resonance sounded in his ears.
An invisible and stable passage runs through the dark and boundless void.
The surrounding scenery is changing rapidly, just like the TV screen is constantly changing, distorting and stretching.
Finally, his vision passed through the darkness and light and shadow, and everything suddenly became clear.
Through the connector's pupils, Fang Cheng stared intently at the scene in front of him, his thoughts moving slightly.
"This is..."