"Jiangcheng Media?! My god, Lin Yu, which subject exactly did you have a problem with... In my last memories, weren't you consistently near the top of your middle school class?"
At the dinner table, Lin Zhao held her bowl and wore an expression of disbelief. After placing some rice in front of Lin Yu, she sat down and sighed, looking somewhat guilty.
"But that doesn't seem right either... Thinking about it, my actual time of death should have been when you were in your second year of high school. In other words, this is all my fault—ah, honestly, I should have held on for two more years."
Looking at Lin Zhao's guilty expression, Lin Yu could no longer bring himself to say what had almost reached his lips: "Jiangcheng Media is actually a first-rate university too."
Lin Zhao seemed to have set her expectations very high. She had probably assumed she would get into one of the top two universities.
Lin Yu's middle school grades had indeed seemed good enough for that level.
Faced with this, Lin Yu could only hunch his head, lower it to eat, and mumble, "It's not really your fault, Sis... I also had other things on my mind and didn't put enough effort into studying."
The rice soaked in fish soup was indeed delicious, but Lin Yu felt that what had been restored along with the familial affection delayed for several years was also the pressure coming from his older sister.
Lin Zhao shook her head with her chopsticks. "Forget it. Jiangcheng Media it is. At least you chose a major you like, and that's a good thing... It's all the fault of that damn Death game."
Lin Yu changed the subject. "Yeah, let's not talk about those depressing things... I've actually been doing all