"...So you're telling me to push my Martial Dao rank to Gold over the summer just to compete for this?"
After listening quietly to Zhou Ting's explanation, Lin Ye asked.
"That's right." Zhou Ting admitted it readily. "It's a tradition at Fenglei—or rather, a custom of Fenglei Martial University. Every year, they give the incoming students a task and let them handle it as they see fit. If they succeed, they receive a corresponding reward. It won't be too hard or too easy. This year's task is to hone their Martial Dao skills over the summer. Any incoming student who reaches Gold Rank in Martial Dao will automatically qualify for the draw for a detached villa. The deadline is before the start of the school year. You're Silver III right now. Even if you played Ranking matches day and night for the next few days, you wouldn't make it in time."
Lin Ye fell silent for a moment.
He didn't ask, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" But Zhou Ting seemed to read something in that brief silence and spoke up first. "Are you wondering why I didn't explain this earlier?"
"Uh, no."
"I was just thinking about whether there might be another way to get the right to live in a detached villa, and trying to figure out how to ask you."
Lin Ye considered it before answering.
With 48 years of life experience between his two lives, he felt that a mistake was just a mistake. At worst, he'd miss out on an opportunity. But he also realized that since this was a Fenglei tradition, there must be people who didn't meet the requirements. If so, there should be some corresponding way to make up for it.
Zhou Ting: "..."
He hadn't expected Lin Ye's train of thought