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Lin's resolute gaze tightened the hearts of those around him. He resembled a warrior sworn under the banner of Azure Planet, willing to sacrifice his life for his planet, his vows, and his dreams!
Fatty chose silence, pressing his thick lips together without uttering a word. He accepted Lin's choice; faced with such determination from Lin, Fatty had no reason to persuade him further.
This persistence touched Fatty's heart. All he could do now was support Lin, standing behind him and offering help as much as possible.
After all, this was his brother's conviction, a choice on the path of his life.
The Poverty Old Man stared into Lin's eyes for a long time, his gaze flickering. Those eyes were sometimes sharp and sometimes gentle, as if engaged in an intense internal struggle.
Lin showed no fear in front of him. Regardless of how the Poverty Old Man's expression changed, he remained calm, his determination unwavering.
There are some people who, no matter how much they are tempered by society, never learn to compromise. They seem destined to be stubborn.
Even when they hit a wall, they refuse to turn back, insisting on breaking through it and moving forward! Lin is just that kind of person.
Eventually, the Poverty Old Man's gaze settled into resignation. He sighed deeply and remarked, "You have changed; you have truly grown up and learned to make your own decisions..."
"People have to grow up, don't they? Poverty Old Man," Lin replied with a slight smile. He knew he had won this duel. The Poverty Old Man was conceding.
For this elder who viewed Lin's growth with such perspective, Lin had no real way to counter except with stubborn words.
If it were someone else, he would have turned away in disdain! But facing the Poverty Old Man was different.
Indifference does not equate to ignorance; compared to ordinary people, Lin could perceive those subtle details even more acutely. He simply looked down on behaving like an ordinary person.
After struggling in society for so long, he still had that foul temper, like a naive youth just out of school. After so many years, it seemed unlikely that he would change.
Looking at Lin's smiling face, the Poverty Old Man shook his head and sighed, "You've grown up, but you don't listen anymore! I'm too old to manage you..."
"..." Lin remained silent, unable to respond.
After a while, the Poverty Old Man waved his sleeve and sighed again, "Forget it! Young people must go through some hardships to understand what society is really like and to learn what it means to be grounded!"
The Poverty Old Man had come to terms with it. He shook his head and turned to walk outside, deciding not to interfere any longer.
"Whatever exams you plan to take for the Star League Examination, I won't interfere, but remember this: you must pass the chef exam for me!"
The Poverty Old Man had reached the Roll-Up Door when his steps suddenly halted. His tone became stern; this was not a warning but a demand directed at Lin.
Lin's excellent culinary skills should not be ruined by his momentary ignorance, the Poverty Old Man thought to himself.
"Definitely, Poverty Old Man. I've already checked everything. The Warrior Examination is part of the Vocational Examination, the Star League Examination starts third, and the Chef Examination is part of the Skill Examination, starting fifth. They don't conflict with each other!"
Lin replied fluently. This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; he had long had a plan and understood all the detailed steps involved.
The Poverty Old Man's hunched figure trembled slightly. He hadn't expected Lin to know so much in detail. The next moment, a look of relief appeared on the Poverty Old Man's face as he quietly nodded, thinking that this child had indeed grown up and developed his own ideas.
Knowing that Lin was already prepared, the Poverty Old Man didn't intend to say much more. He lifted the Roll-Up Door, and with a "whoosh," it slid open as he stepped outside. His figure gradually faded from Lin's view, disappearing around the corner of Earthen Slope Street.
...
"Ha..."
Seeing the Poverty Old Man leave, Lin still hadn't relaxed, but Fatty Chen let out a loud shout, his heavy breathing sounding like a deflating balloon, long and resonant.
"Smack!" Fatty slapped his thick palm on Lin's shoulder and sincerely said, "Bro, I didn't understand you at first, but now I do! With this determination, you will definitely pass the Warrior Examination!"
Lin turned his head to look at Fatty's chubby face. Sunlight streamed in through the gap of the Roll-Up Door, casting a warm golden hue on half of Fatty's body and making his cheeks glow warmly, giving him a friendly appearance.
A smile broke out on Lin's face, revealing his bright white teeth. He was happy because of his brother's support.
But in the next moment, Fatty's words made Lin want to hit someone!
Fatty's sincere smile suddenly changed, stretching wide as he grinned from ear to ear, then cheekily asked, "Bro, I understand you; do you understand me too? Let's split the money!"
The warm atmosphere that had just been created was instantly shattered by Fatty's words.
This sudden twist left Lin stunned for a moment; then his expression turned cold in an instant, dark lines appearing on his forehead as he twitched his mouth to squeeze out a response: "Get lost!"
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As the sun set in the west, the orange glow bathed the old street in a layer of light gold, making it look like a town from a fairy tale, filled with warmth.
This was probably the most beautiful moment on Earthen Slope Street. In this jungle of steel, only such an old street could offer such a peaceful evening.
There weren't many pedestrians on the street; even if there were, they were mostly elderly people who strolled leisurely along both sides of the road.
Lin and Fatty walked down the center of the old street, greeting the neighbors along the way. Both of them grew up in this area, and the older neighbors recognized these two troublemakers.
As for how they spent their afternoon, they had spent all their time in the noodle shop.
The Noodle Shop was about to close and would not reopen. If Lin Zhen passed the entrance exam for the Warrior Academy, he would have to leave Azure Planet to study elsewhere, meaning the noodle shop could not continue operating in the old street.
Today, the two of them cleaned meticulously, organizing everything in the Noodle Shop. By the time they finished, it was already evening, and they left the shop to head home.
The Noodle Shop was just a noodle shop; Lin did not live there. He and Fatty lived two streets away from the shop, being neighbors across from each other.
Walking in the middle of the road, Fatty occasionally darted around Lin like a mouse on a hot stove.
After a while, he followed behind Lin on tiptoe, pretending to massage Lin's shoulders while softly asking, "Bro, are you tired? Is this comfortable for you?"
A little later, Fatty ran in front of Lin, putting on a pitiful face. While pretending to sob, he asked, "Boss, I've worked hard for three months. You can't just take away a laborer's hard-earned money! This is heartless!"
Since Fatty broke the warm atmosphere with his antics, Lin had been frowning and hadn’t said a word since; his expression was quite grim.
To outsiders, it might seem that Lin didn’t want to give Fatty his share of money, and Fatty's behavior appeared to be begging for cash.
But both of them knew that Lin would not withhold it. Fatty wasn’t truly just after money; amidst his antics, he still wanted to cheer Lin up.
However, there was indeed a dilemma facing Lin. He did not know whether those Hero Coins could be exchanged for Interstellar Coins. If they could be exchanged, he was unsure about the process and method involved.
After all, this wasn't a real Live Streaming Platform but rather his Portable System.
Lin Yi remained silent, deep in thought about this issue. Fatty was constantly hovering around him, leaving him no time to study the System's Interstellar Coin exchange.
After pondering for a while, Lin decided to hold off on giving Fatty an answer until he had figured things out.
“Cough! Stop acting, your snot is almost on me!”
Lin Qing coughed and pushed Fatty's chubby face aside. At that moment, Fatty still wore a sorrowful expression, seemingly on the verge of tears. Although he hadn't shed any tears, he was wiping his nose repeatedly.
Upon hearing Lin's words, Fatty's expression changed instantly, faster than a change of face—truly a remarkable skill!
His big mouth broke into a grin as he leaned back towards Lin's hand, shamelessly pressing his chubby face closer and said in a strained voice, “Bro, you forgave me! You finally spoke… I knew this trick would work. Just like back then, whenever you were unhappy, I would make you laugh!”
“Hey! Do you remember? Bro, there was that time I took you to climb an abandoned building, and you ended up rolling down the stairs, crying all the way… Hahaha… cough, I was so scared my dad would find out and beat me when we got home. I tried everything to cheer you up along the way; I even made all sorts of funny faces. In the end, I scared you with my crying expression instead, and you stopped crying!”
For some reason, Fatty started reminiscing about their childhood with Lin. The two walked leisurely while recalling those moments.
At that moment, images surfaced in Lin's mind—those memories felt as if he had experienced them himself; he could even feel the emotions from back then…
This was not just a simple soul transfer; Lin's soul had fully merged with this body after three months of adjustment. They had become inseparable.
In this world, there was only one Lin; there would never be another Lin Wen from another realm. Even if traces of his past existence remained, they were merely fragments of memory.
Those memories left Lin in a daze for a moment. Then his cold expression softened as he chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Back then, I was really scared by you. I thought you were frightened by me too. Seeing you cry with snot and tears made me forget to cry myself; I was genuinely worried about you…”
“From that moment on, I considered you my lifelong good brother because I knew that no matter how indifferent you appeared on the outside, deep down you were loyal to your brothers… caring for your brothers even more than for yourself…”
Fatty also put away his playful expression, and a profound light shone in his eyes.
"Who isn't..." Lin sighed in response.
Lin fell silent, and Fatty remained quiet as well. The two walked side by side, their shadows stretching far apart under the sunset, disappearing at the end of the street.
One tall and one short, one fat and one thin, their figures seemed mismatched, yet their shadows were equally long, both pulled into an unseen distance...
The sun had already set, and the last rays of light vanished. Lin and Fatty had reached their homes, one on the left side of the street and the other on the right.
"The Hero Coins I earned from live streaming, I still don't know how to withdraw them. Maybe I can't withdraw them at all... But I'll find a way to give you what I owe you..."
Lin's gaze was sincere, serious in tone.
"Pfft! Are you joking? You!"
Fatty seemed to have heard the funniest joke ever. He turned around to twist his home’s doorknob, shouting loudly, "If you can't withdraw it, then forget it! Does Fat Brother really need that little money from you?"
With that, Fatty turned the doorknob and walked into his house.
Across the street, Lin watched Fatty's figure disappear and smiled. He knew better than anyone that Fatty loved money; there was no way he wouldn't care about such a large sum.
However, in front of Lin's friendship with him, that money truly didn't seem so important...
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