749!
That number on the projection was like a nail, driven firmly into his retina.
Lin Ye stared at it for several seconds, unable to calm down for a long time.
A few minutes later, he came back to himself and took a deep breath. Tapping his wristwatch, he opened the sharing function and sent his parents a screenshot of his score.
Almost immediately, his phone vibrated.
His mother, Wang Xiulan, sent a long voice message. Lin Ye opened it, and her voice—slightly choked with tears yet overflowing with joy—filled the room. "749 points! Mom knew you were amazing. I'm going to the market right now to buy ribs and make your favorite sweet-and-sour ribs. Extra sugar! We have to celebrate! We absolutely have to!"
Although she knew her son had already been specially recruited by Fenglei Martial University, Lin Ye's score still shook her deeply. She felt that all the hardship she had endured had been worth it.
After listening to his mother's voice message, Lin Ye saw one from his father, Lin Jianguo. It was simple—just three words.
"Very good."
It was followed by an emoji he almost never used, clumsily giving a thumbs-up.
Looking at the two messages, Lin Ye suddenly felt his eyes grow hot. Leaning back in his chair, he let out a long, silent breath and looked up at the ceiling.
Outside the window, the summer morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, with some of it reflected on the ceiling, giving the room a vibrant feel.
Watching this, Lin Ye smiled.
He smiled with unrestrained happiness.
Three months ago, he had been anxious and despairing because his Blood Qi Value wasn't high enough to meet the minimum admission requirements for an ordinary Martial Arts University. He had been caught in a struggle.
Three months