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The morning sunlight streamed into the room, illuminating the corners. As time passed, the light gradually moved, occupying most of the space and slowly reaching Lin's face, making him feel warm.
"Uh..."
Lin frowned slightly, his eyelids fluttering several times before finally opening his eyes.
He raised his hand to check his watch—five-thirty?
Lin felt a bit uncertain and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it indeed showed five-thirty.
For over ten years, Lin's biological clock had woken him up at five in the morning. Why was it half an hour late this time?
"Could it be that Fatty kept me up last night?"
Lin thought about it for a moment but didn't dwell too much on the issue.
He didn't even notice that his body had begun to change quietly, including habits from his past life, all shifting towards an unknown direction.
As usual, he got up and washed up. Lin You walked into the kitchen to prepare today's Four-Flavor Blood Nourishing Porridge.
The Four-Flavor Blood Nourishing Porridge needed to be consumed before making Turtle Soup, serving as a medicinal catalyst that had to be consistently drunk to achieve its intended purpose.
As soon as the porridge began to simmer, a fragrant aroma wafted through the air.
Attracted by the scent, the nearby Neighbors became restless. The elderly folks who practiced morning exercises were already waiting outside the window, as if they were there to buy breakfast, each holding a bowl.
Fatty Chen was also punctual, having slipped into the kitchen under the pretense of "helping Lin serve food and share the burden," but in reality, he just wanted to eat more.
On the other side of the street, a black Hummer was parked there. Yuming sat inside the Hummer, looking out. After yesterday's awkward encounter, he felt embarrassed to walk in directly.
Lin glanced out the window briefly, then lowered his head to continue cooking the porridge.
Time passed slowly, and Lin suddenly lifted his heavy eyelids, dramatically lifting the pot lid as he declared, “Four-Flavor Blood Nourishing Porridge, ready!”
Steam billowed up, and a fragrant aroma filled the air; the porridge was complete.
“You're in charge of serving the porridge; I’ll head in first.”
Lin scooped two bowls of porridge, nodded at Fatty, and then carried the two bowls along with pickled cucumbers on a tray into the living room.
Sitting at the dining table, Lin glanced outside.
The door was open, and from Lin's position, he could see the front of the Hummer. The window rolled down, and Yuming was peering curiously into the house.
Yuming's gaze met Lin's; Lin looked at him indifferently while Yuming smiled awkwardly.
“Come in and eat!”
Lin smirked, realizing that Yuming had the audacity to come over not just for porridge but also to ease the awkwardness from yesterday.
Hmm, this guy is quite a good eater, Lin thought.
Upon hearing Lin's call, Yuming was momentarily stunned before bursting with joy as he hurried into the house.
Once inside, Yuming plopped down next to Lin with a grin on his face and said, “Bro, yesterday I…”
“Enough of that. Let’s eat; this porridge is best enjoyed hot.”
Lin simply replied and lowered his head to drink his porridge. He had clearly indicated to Yuming that he did not want to bring up yesterday's events again and that they should continue as they were.
Yuming understood this after a moment of thought and also lowered his head to start drinking his porridge.
"That's it, that's it! Everyone, come on!"
Before long, Fatty's voice rang out from the kitchen, indicating that he had "completed his mission."
Soon after, Fatty came running over with a large Sea Bowl. When he saw Yuming, he paused for a moment but quickly greeted him and sat down to eat.
The meal was quiet, with the three of them silently drinking their porridge.
After the meal, Lin began doing the third set of radio calisthenics just like yesterday, except this time there were two "students" beside him, and the three of them performed the odd calisthenics together.
"Brother, I have something going on and might not be able to come for a long time."
While doing the exercises, Yuming spoke up. He had come today primarily to discuss matters with Lin; now that he had obtained the Growth Catalyst, he would likely need to go into seclusion for a while.
"Oh." Lin replied indifferently, showing little interest.
"One less person doesn't matter; if you don't come, my porridge will still be finished."
Fatty chimed in, which eased some of Yuming's awkwardness. Fatty was quite perceptive; he could see that both of them wanted to maintain their relationship, but Lin was too cold and often made the atmosphere tense.
"Brother, don't worry! Once I finish my business, I will definitely come back for porridge!"
Yuming declared confidently, his mouth breaking into a smile. This was already the second time he had taken the initiative to reach out.
"How many things do you need to handle?"
After finishing the task, Lin wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and turned to ask Yuming.
"About a month, I guess," Yuming replied uncertainly, as he himself didn't know how long this ordeal would last.
"Then there won't be anything to eat," Lin answered calmly.
An awkward atmosphere began to spread again. Lin sat down on the sofa with a stern expression, while Yuming stood in place, smiling awkwardly. Fatty laughed heartily without caring about his image.
Indeed, Lin's indifferent nature was unbearable for most people.
After lingering for a while, Yuming finally made an excuse and fled Lin's house as if escaping. Being around Lin in this state was simply torturous.
With Yuming gone, Fatty went to the kitchen to wash dishes and also intended to teach Lin Yi some martial arts training, but was firmly rejected by Lin Zhi.
It wasn't that Lin didn't want to train; it was just that his current body couldn't handle it.
As a result, the aimless Fatty also left, leaving Lin alone in the house. He half-lay on the sofa, taking a moment to rest.
Days passed slowly, and before the Star League Examination, it seemed that all he could do was take care of his health.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting time, Lin stood up, stretched lazily, and prepared to go to his desk to grab "Basic Internal Skill." Reading it again would deepen his understanding.
At the moment he stood up, Lin's eyes caught a glimpse of something in the corner of the table; he inadvertently noticed that there was still a nameplate there.
"Second Team Leader, Lin Zhongxun," read the familiar words on the black nameplate.
Lin squinted his eyes and picked up the Nameplate, murmuring softly, "It must be that guy Fatty who deliberately left this here. If I go looking for him, he'll definitely forget again and make me keep it first."
As he spoke to himself, Lin could almost see Fatty's smiling face, his eyes sparkling as he once again pushed the Nameplate back to him.
Standing there, staring at the Nameplate for a while, Lin finally sighed and tucked it into his pocket.
After taking a couple of steps forward, Lin felt something was off. He pulled the Nameplate out of his pocket, took a deep breath, and put it around his own neck.
"You count as half a father to me. Those things you asked of your son, I can't accomplish them either... But the things you pursued, I can fulfill for you..."
Lin's gaze was deep as he smiled slightly, looking at the Nameplate in his hand.
With that, Lin tucked the Nameplate under his clothing, wearing it close to him, and strode toward the desk.
...
I have used your son's body and inherited his remaining life, so let me take on the responsibility of being a son!
However, this son is quite rebellious; I insist on doing what you forbade me from doing and will pursue your footsteps!
Lin Zhongxun, are you ready to welcome your rebellious son?
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