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Early yesterday, it was decided that the broadcast would start at eight o'clock this morning. There was still some time left before the broadcast, enough for Lin to wash up and have breakfast.
Lin didn't choose his breakfast and didn't bother to make anything himself. Time was too tight, so he settled for hard bread and cold milk.
Holding a slice of bread, Lin didn't even have the mood to toast it in the bread maker. It felt like chewing on dry grass as he stuffed this "fuel" for survival into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Lin's smartwatch had been buzzing with prompts since he woke up. It seemed he had quite a few messages to deal with.
While chewing on the dry bread, Lin opened his smartwatch and began browsing through the messages.
In the lower right corner of the virtual screen, the prompts had turned into (……), indicating that many people were sending him messages.
The first two messages were from Fatty and Lü Liang. Each sent one around six o'clock, letting him know they had gone home to rest.
It seemed these two needed to sleep through the day; they wouldn't be able to attend today's Chef Assessment.
Next was a message from Poverty Old Man, which was sent promptly at six o'clock, reminding Lin about the Chef Examination.
Poverty Old Man was quite invested in this matter; he even mentioned in his text that he would personally come to pick Lin up around eight o'clock.
“Pfft!”
Seeing this, Lin sprayed out the milk in his mouth. He seemed to recall that terrifying sports car ride, feeling as if he were on a roller coaster. He really didn't want to experience that again.
But thinking about it, he couldn't refuse Poverty Old Man. Lin could only push this thought aside for now and see how to handle it later, taking it one step at a time. After all, he couldn't sit in that sports car again.
While others charge for rides, Poverty Old Man was a real daredevil!
After finally calming down his emotions, Lin continued scrolling through the messages. He was also curious about what kind of news could lead to such a high number of notifications.
When the number of messages exceeded 100, it would turn into “……”. Who could possibly send him a hundred messages?
Flipping further down, there was a message from Yuming, simply wishing Lin Jin good results in the Star League Examination. He couldn't congratulate him in person at the moment.
Originally meant to fade from Lin's view, Yuming forcefully made his presence felt.
Further along, there was a message that puzzled Lin even more; it was from Yan Shan of the Warrior Exchange. It wasn't an official message but rather a personal greeting.
It also contained wishes for Lin Jin's upcoming exam and an invitation to dinner to celebrate properly.
Anyone unaware of the context might think they were quite close, and even Lin himself couldn't understand why Yan Shan would send him a message on a personal basis.
However, Lin Ye didn't think much of it; he never really cared about Yan Shan and merely glanced at it calmly before clicking delete.
At least he replied to Yuming with a simple "thank you," while he treated Yan Shan's message as spam.
...
Meanwhile, in a corner of the city, with the curtains drawn and the light dimmed, heavy drapes blocked out the sunlight.
On the bed lay Yan Shan's perfect figure as she stared at the virtual screen in front of her, murmuring softly, "This is your last chance, Lin... You only have six hours to make amends for your mistakes!"
Of course, Lin couldn't hear this; it was just for her own ears.
This was Yan Shan's final internal struggle. She hesitated over whether to act against Lin due to her "expensive" jealousy.
This was her deadline for responding to Lin, as well as her last internal struggle.
Once the time limit passed, she would unleash her fury at any cost. Such terror came from a woman with a cruel heart.
After reading through several private messages, Lin received an even stranger anonymous letter with the following content:
"Bro! You must keep going! No matter how the Warrior Qualification Exam turns out, don't worry. Believe that as long as I'm here, you will become an Interstellar Warrior!"
The message seemed somewhat ridiculous; anyone could tell that this person was an overly enthusiastic fan who somehow obtained Lin's contact information and sent such a nonsensical message.
Although it felt a bit laughable, Lin still replied with a simple "Thank you."
A long time passed after sending the message, and Lin Ye did not receive a reply. He couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle; perhaps it was just a quirky fan playing a prank on him.
Not thinking too much about it, Lin continued scrolling through his messages. However, after flipping through four or five more messages, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Snap!" The bread in Lin's hand fell to the ground.
"What... what the hell is going on?!"
He quickly tapped on the Virtual Screen, and with a swipe of his finger, hundreds of messages began to flow continuously. The more he read, the more shocked he became!
All those messages were official notifications.
"Congratulations, Lin! You have been specially recruited by our Continuing Martial Arts Academy. Please contact our admissions teacher on Azure Planet as soon as possible to learn more details."
"Lin, we welcome you to Tianhuang Academy! You have qualified for admission to our school and have been granted special privileges. The details are as follows..."
...
There were over five hundred messages, all invitations for enrollment from various academies across Wuyuan Star!
This was extremely illogical; it had nothing to do with Lin's Warrior Talent. Even someone like the Talent Killer Lü Liang only received admission rights from the First Academy.
No school on Wuyuan Star would actively send admission messages to candidates who haven't registered!
However, here Lin received special admission messages from every school, including the First Academy, with which he had previously clashed, all the way down to the lowest-ranked institution.
"What... is going on?"
After a moment of daze, Lin finally came to his senses. He scrolled up and counted carefully; there were exactly as many messages as there were schools on Wuyuan Star.
Seeing this outrageous scene, Lin couldn't help but recall that seemingly ridiculous message he received earlier.
He vaguely sensed that these admission notification messages might be related to the person who sent him the text.
Thinking about it was extremely terrifying. What kind of power must that person possess to have all the schools wanting to recruit him, and even offer him the highest treatment?
"Who is this guy, really?"
As he attempted to decipher that unknown message again, curiosity began to swell within Lin. What kind of family background could allow someone to control the entire Wuyuan Star?
For all the schools to send messages to Lin, even putting aside past grievances, the significance of this person was beyond what Lin could imagine!
"Could it be that I've unintentionally gained a second-generation official fan?"
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