"Beep beep..."
Lin Yu had just unlocked his phone when a call came through.
"Little Yu!"
The moment Lin Yu answered, a crisp, excited voice rang out from the phone.
"Sister Ran, long time no see."
A warm smile appeared on Lin Yu's face, and an heroic, spirited figure immediately surfaced in his mind.
"Little Yu, where are you now? Have you arrived at Martial University?"
"Yeah, Sister Ran. I've already arrived at Martial University, and I've finished all the formalities!"
Listening to the voice on the phone, Lin Yu explained gently.
"Good! You brat, you arrived and still didn't call me!"
"Sister Ran, you've wronged me. I couldn't reach you at all. If Uncle Lin hadn't told me you went into a secret realm for training, I would've gone looking for you!"
"Hmph! Really?"
"Truer than pearls. Besides, Sister Ran, wouldn't your text notifications prove whether it's true or not? Please spare me!"
Lin Yu spoke helplessly. In his memories, Lin Siran had treated the original owner exceptionally well. She truly regarded Lin Yu as her younger brother. Only when facing Lin Yu would she reveal her slightly spoiled, innocent nature; toward any other boy, she was almost always cold and curt.
"Alright! I was just teasing you. Since you've finished your paperwork, are you in the dorm now? Tell me, which Dragon Soaring Pavilion? Number 91?"
Lin Siran's voice over the phone was filled with cheerful laughter, along with a trace of certainty.
"Hehe... Sister Ran, I'm in Dragon Soaring Pavilion, that's right, but you guessed wrong. I'm not Number 91!"
"Not Number 91? That shouldn't be possible. Didn't Dad say your talent was SSS-grade? Is there someone better than you?"
Hearing Lin Yu's words, Lin Siran froze for a moment before asking suspiciously.
"Hehe... Mine is Number