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"Get in the car!"
The Poverty Old Man pushed up his frog glasses, not answering Lin's question, but instead turned around gracefully to open the car door.
Both Lin and Fatty were momentarily stunned, exchanging glances filled with confusion. Lin sensed that something was different about the Poverty Old Man today, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
Without much delay, they opened the car doors, with Lin sitting in the front passenger seat and Fatty in the back.
"Put on your seatbelts!"
As soon as they settled in, the Poverty Old Man softly prompted them. Then, the roar of the engine erupted, and the car jolted forward like a wild horse breaking free, speeding away!
The Silver Sports Car vanished from the sight of the people on the old street. Occasionally, some admiring men clicked their tongues and remarked, "Now that's a real car! Just listen to that sound! How can that Flying Car compare to this classic Sports Car!"
"You're right! Once I save enough money, I'm getting one too!"
The men continued their loud discussions, boasting and chatting animatedly.
In contrast to the enthusiasm of those men, Yan Shan squinted her eyes slightly, fixated on the direction where the Sports Car had disappeared. She murmured, "Lin, this world isn't just about having a background to act so arrogantly... One day, sister will make you feel the taste of pain..."
The temperature around seemed to drop significantly as Yan Shan smiled darkly. The aura around her felt frosty, emanating her resentment...
"Hmph! What good is being pretty? Those two brothers still didn't choose you!"
A cold and sarcastic voice interrupted, with an inappropriate remark from the old man. Seeing Yan Shan's displeasure only made him feel more smug!
Such old men are truly frightening; narrow-minded and their words sharper than those of gossiping women.
Yan Shan turned around without responding, simply taking off her high heels.
The high heels, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, lunged towards the old man like a hidden weapon. In the blink of an eye, the heel pierced into the old man's thigh.
"Ah!" The old man screamed, crouching down while clutching his leg.
Bright red blood flowed from his leg, and he convulsed in pain. It seemed that the earlier throw had utilized Inner Qi.
It was also the old man's fault for not recognizing the situation. He was used to being the top dog at school and didn't expect to encounter someone tough this time—after all, she was from the Warrior Exchange. Why would she fear someone from a mere school?
"Old man, do you know? Those who dare to provoke me never end well!"
Removing her other shoe, Yan Shan walked over to the old man with a catwalk, a seductive smile on her lips but cold and venomous eyes.
The old man glared at her but dared not speak; he was no martial artist and couldn't possibly defeat this wicked woman before him!
She pulled up her high heel, frowned as she shook off the blood on it, and muttered, "Your blood is so dirty; it seems this pair of shoes can't be kept..."
The old man let out a muffled groan, this time not even daring to shout.
After that, Yan Shan swayed her figure and hopped onto her flying car, leaving amidst the old man's furious glare.
...
The silver sports car sped down the road. Even without a "Martial Arts Student" sign hanging from it, it moved freely.
The asphalt roads today were different from before; there were fewer four-wheeled vehicles, while flying cars were becoming increasingly common, turning asphalt roads into cheap channels for transporting vehicles.
Usually, there weren't many cars on the road, let alone today. The silver sports car raced like a bolt of lightning, flashing past on the road.
Before long, the silver sports car arrived at their destination: the Exam Venue.
The speed of the sports car was pushed to the limit by the Poverty Old Man, seemingly faster than a racing car, leaving Lin Ta and the others far behind.
Throughout the journey, Lin Ta and the others remained mostly silent.
It wasn't that Lin and Fatty didn't want to talk; they were both terrified by the Poverty Old Man's reckless driving, gripping the handles tightly and looking ahead, afraid that one moment of distraction would turn them into human projectiles.
"Screech..."
The tires of the vehicle screeched against the ground, producing a harsh sound, with a cloud of white smoke trailing behind as dust flew up.
"Whoosh!"
The moment the car stopped, all three inside let out a sigh of relief. The Poverty Old Man was pleased, while Lin and Fatty were just glad to have survived the "death ride."
"Ah! It's been a while since I drove Lightning; I feel a bit rusty. Otherwise, we could have gone even faster... How do you two feel?"
Saying this, the Poverty Old Man took off his sunglasses and glanced at Lin and Fatty with a smile.
"Ugh!"
Upon hearing this from the Poverty Old Man, Fatty's face turned from pale to green, as if those words had struck a nerve, becoming the last straw for him.
Fatty couldn't hold it in any longer; he waved his hands at the two in front and hurriedly jumped out of the car!
"Wow! Ugh..."
Outside, it was chaos as Fatty seemed ready to expel his stomach contents. Who would have thought that his first experience of enjoying speed would end up in such an embarrassing situation?
Although Lin's face was also pale, he hadn't reached that extreme yet. After a long pause, he finally managed to swallow hard and looked at the Poverty Old Man, saying, "Poverty Old Man... I didn't expect such a wild heart beneath your exterior!"
"What’s wrong with me? Just because I’m a bit older doesn’t mean I can’t drive anymore!"
Not very fond of Lin's words, the Poverty Old Man furrowed his brows and his expression turned stern. However, after a moment of thought, his gaze softened again.
"Hey, you really are a handful. I know you have an exam today, so I came to pick you up... After thinking it over, I realized that your martial arts practice is also to help you go further on the path of creating delicious dishes. So I've come to terms with it; I'll lend you a hand!"
The Poverty Old Man rambled on like any ordinary elderly person, always wanting to share some words of wisdom when seeing a child.
Lin just smiled; he had no words. The fact that the Poverty Old Man could understand him was already the greatest help.
But the Poverty Old Man beside him thought differently. He reached into the pocket of his Floral Shirt and pulled out a semi-transparent Crystal Card, handing it to Lin.
"Take this." The Poverty Old Man smiled, his gaze towards Lin becoming increasingly kind.
"What is this?"
Receiving the Crystal Card, Lin curiously examined it. It looked somewhat like his student card but was much more exquisite and appeared to be more expensive.
"Exemption Certificate."
Turning away, the Poverty Old Man put on his sunglasses and said casually. Although his tone was flat, he carried himself with such pride.
What is an Exemption Certificate?
This is a pass for guaranteed admission. Even if one is a martial arts idiot or has mediocre skills, they can still be admitted to Warrior School.
This is commonly known as a "Guaranteed Admission Quota." Every year, every prestigious school has them, but it's not the only way; strong connections and money can also secure one.
This particular one is from a prestigious school; with it, Lin can enter the tenth-ranked school in the Solar System without taking an exam!
Lin was unclear about the background of the Poverty Old Man, who had never mentioned anything about it. However, he understood that given the Poverty Old Man's identity, obtaining a guaranteed admission quota from a prestigious school would likely require some effort.
Realizing all of this, Lin couldn't help but lower his head, his eyes becoming somewhat moist as he hoarsely said, "Poverty Old Man, this proves you must have put in a lot of effort, right?"
For many years, whether in his past life or this one, no one had cared for him like this, with a familial affection.
"No, not at all! Just take it; this is something I can manage!"
Perhaps noticing that Lin's emotions were a bit off, the Poverty Old Man smiled and reached out with his rough hand to ruffle Lin's hair, much like a grandfather encouraging his grandson.
There was no blood relation, yet the bond felt even stronger than that of a real grandfather and grandson. The warm atmosphere enveloped the entire vehicle, making it feel cozy.
On Azure Planet, there is a tradition where older generations are willing to sacrifice everything for their children.
Perhaps this is a biological instinct; for the next generation, they can sacrifice their youth, squander vast fortunes, and even pay the price of their lives.
Love has always been something so unreasonable.
"Poverty Old Man, I can't accept this..."
In the next moment, Lin rubbed his eyes and lifted his head, his stubborn gaze shining brightly.
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