It was said that every art exam candidate, before the big test, would invite a god to possess them.
For example, art students would worship Leonardo da Vinci before the exam, hoping the old master would bless them and help them pass.
Music students would make offerings to Beethoven, Mozart, and the like, borrowing strength from them!
And for Lin Tian—
That brought up one particular person.
He had no backing from a major company and had never received traditional idol training.
He was merely a tiny, powerless "independent trainee."
Yet the opponents he faced were trainees cultivated by all kinds of top talent agencies!
In that large-scale talent show made up of the hundred strongest trainees—
He had fought his way through as an "independent trainee," cutting down one so-called elite trainee from major companies after another!
In the end, he claimed that year's championship and debuted as the center!
He proved with his strength that gold would always shine, and basketballs would always go into the hoop!
He was such an inspiring, hot-blooded figure.
Now—
When Lin Tian prayed to the heavens, the only one answering him was this god of independent trainees.
The young man could not help making the sign of the cross over his chest as he silently recited:
Kunmen!
"What are you doing?"
"..."
A pleasant young girl's voice rang out.
Lin Tian turned his head.
There was a clean, bare-faced girl with a neat high ponytail tied behind her head.
Her white shirt was slightly stretched across her chest, its buttons fastened all the way to the top.
The morning sun fell across her profile, and the scent of youth came rushing toward him.
Gan Yan Yu held two cups of soy milk in her hands, tilting her head as she stared blankly