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Lin Ye pondered for a long time but could not figure out the background of this mysterious individual, and there was no response to the text message he had sent back.
A person with Lin's personality would never approach someone out of mere suspicion, so he simply frowned and saved the source of that message.
The note read "Mysterious Fan," which was added to his contacts.
With all the notifications from various universities causing a commotion, Lin Ye lost his appetite and quickly finished his cold milk before starting to reply.
He could ignore the fans' letters, but he still needed to respond to these universities. After all, they had offered him a Noodle Shop, and he couldn't be too arrogant; he would need to live in Wuyuan Star in the future.
Aside from Wuyuan Star Affiliated Academy, also known as Fourth Martial Arts Academy, he sent polite rejection messages to the other universities.
No matter how those universities tried to recruit him, they could not offer better conditions than Fourth Academy—specifically, one of the best culinary departments at the soon-to-be-established Solar Ranger Academy.
Therefore, whether it was for benefits or moral integrity, Lin could not switch from Fourth Academy; he was not someone who would go back on his word.
After spending more than ten minutes carefully drafting his rejection letters, Lin sent them out to the academies affiliated with Wuyuan Star.
Just as he finished sending the text messages, the bedroom door made a soft sound, and Moe Source walked out; she had just woken up.
Lin saw Dream Source rubbing her sleepy eyes, her oversized pajamas hanging loosely on her shoulders. Her delicate shoulders were partially visible, revealing that she was not wearing anything underneath—a sight that was quite appealing.
In response to this scene, Lin Du began to develop some resistance; it was no longer as awkward as it had been at first, but his expression still showed some discomfort.
"Alien, could you please put on your... underwear... I bought you some yesterday."
His tone was filled with helplessness, as he felt that Dream Source resembled a younger sister who needed care.
"I'm not feeling well, I don't want to wear it!"
"If you don't wear it, you'll never have ice cream or a big meal again!"
While roasting bread and heating milk for Dream Source, Lin Yi "threatened" her fiercely. He was careful to take care of Dream Source, even though he usually ate hard food and drank cold drinks himself.
"I'll go put it on right now!"
Sure enough, Lin's tactic worked well. Dream Source Sister immediately ran upstairs barefoot, likely to put on her underwear.
"Hurry up and get dressed, then brush your teeth and wash your face! Otherwise, you won't get any food!"
"I know!"
The warm morning light poured into the room as Lin busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a vegetable salad for Dream Source.
He suddenly thought of something, and a smile crept onto his lips.
The morning was so beautiful, and a new day was about to begin. For Lin, it was a sweet taste; for some others, it was an exciting wait. From now on, Hero Platform would welcome back their king!
The glory is about to restart; Chef Lin is returning!
Azure Planet It is morning here, while on Wuyuan Star, dusk has already arrived. The Crimson and Azure Moons slowly rise, resembling empty eyes that evoke a captivating sense of allure.
Inside the tallest building of Wuyuan Star, the Wuyuan Holy Tower.
Dim light filters through the windows into the conference room, which appears quite antiquated, imbued with a medieval flavor. The space is large enough to accommodate thousands of people.
In the brightest area, there are ten single wooden tables, each occupied by a dignified figure.
Although these individuals vary in appearance, attire, and race, they share a common trait: an undeniable aura of strength that cannot be contained, even in their restraint.
These ten are the current heads of the Top Ten Universities of Wuyuan Star, representing the ten individuals with the most influence on Wuyuan Star.
They control the major trends and directions of Wuyuan Star!
Unlike other planets, Wuyuan Star does not have a governmental system; it can be understood as a large academic division area, with Solar Ranger Academy falling within its special zone.
Thus, significant events on Wuyuan Star are decided through meetings convened by the contemporary deans of these universities.
In addition to these ten, there are over five hundred others seated below them—deans from universities outside the Top Ten Universities.
Although it is merely a difference in ranking, the disparity in power and status is immense.
This group below holds only fifty percent of the voting rights, while each of the ten above possesses five percent, collectively able to counterbalance other universities.
The same applies to their speaking rights; these ten can speak freely, but those below must first press a button to request permission to speak.
The atmosphere in the conference room was somewhat oppressive. Whether it was the ten people seated above or the deans below, everyone had their heads down, staring at their Virtual Screens, and no one spoke.
After a moment, a "ding" sounded as a text message Prompt arrived, followed by a continuous stream of similar notification sounds.
Everyone lowered their heads to check their Virtual Screens.
After reading the messages, the expressions of the deans varied; some were flat and unremarkable, some showed slight disappointment, but most appeared to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Hahaha! It seems we have won the prize; what is ours is ours, and you can't take it away even if you want to!"
Amidst the silence, one Fat Old Man seated above laughed heartily. Unable to contain himself, he pulled out a Cigarette and lit it with a lighter made of Golden Diamond.
"Hiss!" The Cigarette formed smoke rings above the Fat Old Man's head before dissipating.
Behind the ten of them was a massive screen that had been dark just moments ago. After the Fat Old Man's laughter, changes occurred on the screen.
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A large identification photo occupied half of the screen, accompanied by detailed information. The photo featured Lin, who looked slightly hesitant.
Next to it floated several large characters: Special Trainee Lin has been recruited by Wuyuan Star Affiliated Academy.
Beside Lin's photo was a blank avatar where there should have been another identification photo, but it had been protected by the System.
In the blank space was a line of red text: Privileged Individual automatically enrolled in Wuyuan Star Affiliated Academy.
——
This person's identity is extremely special; even among those present, not everyone has the authority to know about this individual, and only the deans of the Top Ten Universities are entitled to that knowledge.
Of course, that information is not detailed; they can only grasp the general idea.
"Since the results are out, we will adjourn the meeting!"
Among the ten people seated at the top, the old man with a white beard squinted his eyes and spoke loudly. Although he appeared very old, his voice was strong, leaving no doubt about his power.
This old man is the dean of the First Academy. As soon as he spoke, the others immediately began to move, and the deans started to leave in small groups.
The dean of the Fourth Academy, a fat old man, was particularly pleased. With a cigarette in his mouth, he swaggered out, occasionally receiving congratulations from others. He cheerfully invited everyone to dine at the most luxurious restaurant.
It seemed that this chubby old fellow was exactly as others described him; he showed no demeanor of a martial arts academy dean and was entirely a big tycoon!
In no time, there were hardly any people left in the conference room. Half of those seated had already left, leaving only four individuals still sitting there.
"You cannot participate in the next meeting."
The white-bearded old man who had just spoken looked up at a gloomy elder hidden in the corner. The old man seemed like a shadow, concealed in that darkened space.
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