The Family Celebrates and Sets Their Sights High; the Top Scorer Returns to Become a Roll King

By the evening when the exam ended, the setting sun had painted the horizon a warm golden orange. Chen Mo walked home with light yet remarkably steady steps, the distinctive Songjiang Martial Arts University admissions card tucked close to his chest. The cold wind still whistled through the alleys, making passersby pull their collars tight, but Chen Mo felt as though a gentle fire burned within him. His robust 98.6 Qi and Blood Value made him nearly immune to such cold. His heart burned even hotter. This mock exam had not only firmly established his position as one of the No.7 High Twin Stars, but had also lit a clear beacon toward a higher path.

As soon as he reached the foot of his apartment building, the rich scent of Braised Pork, mingled with star anise and cinnamon, drifted down into his nostrils. Warm yellow light shone through the kitchen window, looking especially cozy against the darkening sky. Chen Mo's lips curled upward unconsciously—there was no need to guess. His parents must have known about his important exam today and deliberately prepared a celebratory feast.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!" He pushed open the door and set his heavy backpack on the old sofa beside the shoe cabinet, unable to conceal the lightness in his voice.

"Oh! You're back! Hurry, hurry, wash your hands and get ready to eat!" Mother Chen, Chen Yaqin, hurried out of the kitchen at the sound of his voice, her apron still speckled with oil. The moment she saw her son, she immediately stepped forward, her gaze scanning him up and down like the most precise instrument as she fired off questions in rapid succession. "How did the exam go? Are you tired? Did you get hurt? You didn't fall behind those top students, did you?