Destiny Rekindled

Chapter 173 Tips for Scoring Highest Scores in the College Entrance Examination! (Additional chapters in April for 3000 monthly tickets)

In a closed room, two men sat opposite each other.

One of them had an old look on his face, but his hair was combed back meticulously. He was wearing casual home clothes, but when he put his hands on the table and crossed his fingers, a calm and majestic air emerged spontaneously.

Opposite him sat a young man of about thirty years old, with similar facial features to the middle-aged man. Even the calmness on his face at this moment showed some similarity.

"There are no electronic devices here, and all signals are completely isolated." After staring at each other for a moment, the middle-aged man slowly spoke, "Now, you can tell me about your talent."

"Soul fusion." The moment the young man said this, a strange smile appeared on his face.

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly. He carefully looked at his son, who had undergone a drastic change in less than a month, and confirmed again, "Soul fusion?"

"Yes." The young man shook his head and smiled, "Who would have thought that the talent that killed me would end up in my hands?"

Thinking of the surprise he felt after winning Soul Fusion last night, and the sudden realization after seeing the effect of Soul Fusion's third talent, a sense of melancholy emerged in Erict's eyes.

It turned out that in the end, he was tricked by that guy named Matsuzaka Shiki.

No, the other party did not reveal the third talent effect of Soul Fusion, he just unilaterally thought it was teleportation.

Laurent Solag, the current patriarch of the Solag family, was silent for a while, then looked at Erict, "The press conference is ready for you."

"You can always step back onto the stage and announce the return of the Lions."

"Press conference?" Eric shook his head. "No, I don't need this kind of thing now."

"Oh?" Lauren looked at Erict in surprise.

"Lauren, I remember you taught me when we were little that when it comes to any choice, I should choose the one that is most beneficial to myself." Erict said calmly, "I once chose to be high-profile because it could bring me what I wanted."

“Advocates, admirers, whatever resources you want.”

"As long as I stand on the stage, I will get the attention of the whole world. As long as I have strong enough strength, there will naturally be countless people who will become my fanatical supporters."

"With their support, I can establish the new order I want."

"But right now, being high-profile isn't the best way for me."

"No one would care about a loser, just like no one would care about the name of the world's second highest peak." His blue eyes flashed with a sharp light, "No one would have thought that a player who once had a gold talent could have another gold talent again."

"Being low-key is what I should do at this moment."

"I will never underestimate anyone again. On the contrary, I will make them underestimate me."

Lauren suddenly put down her hands that were on the table, her tense body slowly relaxed, she leaned back against the comfortable and soft high-end leather chair, a smile appeared on her face.

"Your growth makes me happy."

"I thought this setback would make you grow, but I didn't expect it would change you so much." Lauren looked at her son with admiration, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes grew a little because of her smile. "Eric, you are a completely different person now."

"It wasn't the setbacks that changed me." Erict stood up, pushed open the door and strode out, "It was the past twenty-four deaths."

"Thank you, father."

Erict, who had calmed down, had already realized that the revenge of his tribe would never be to make him spend the rest of his life in a mansion worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

This was the punishment Lauren had given him first.

But sometimes, punishment is also a form of protection. A lion who is no longer blinded by the sudden power and whose heart is locked with countless opponents is a real lion.

He, Eric, is back!
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Qin Chuan had no idea what was happening on the other side of the ocean.

At this moment, he returned to the school classroom.

The college entrance examination is the day after tomorrow, and there will be a holiday the day before the exam, so today is the last day for him and other classmates in the classroom.

Even though he was qualified for admission, he had no intention of skipping classes at this time.

Every teacher’s last class is a farewell to the students.

Qin Chuan didn't want to miss it.

Next to Qin Chuan, Xiaopang was listening to the class with extreme concentration, trying hard to write down every knowledge point the teacher mentioned at the end. He was completely different from the past.

He still failed to obtain an A grade in the third practical assessment. The final grade was the same as the provisional grade in the second assessment, which was "B+". This meant that if Xiaopang wanted to enter a top university like Shanghai Jiaotong University, he had to pass the second-tier admission line.

This is not easy for Xiaopang, who has been lingering on the edge of the third-tier universities for many years.

During the month when Qin Chuan didn't attend cultural classes, Xiaopang asked for leave many times.

However, unlike Qin Chuan, Xiaopang took leave because his father hired the best tutor for him to provide one-on-one tutoring at home.

It is said that the price is very high, a two-hour class costs one thousand yuan.

"Let's go to the canteen to buy some food." During the break, Qin Chuan patted Xiaopang on the shoulder and took the initiative to pull Xiaopang, who had just finished organizing his notes, to the canteen.

The two bought their usual grilled sausages and stood in a corner, just like they did in the past.

"How is the preparation going?" Qin Chuan looked at Xiaopang and spoke slowly.

"Not bad." Xiao Pang bit off a piece of sausage along the patterned knife, swallowed it in two mouthfuls, and chuckled, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, and it's impossible for me to improve in every subject."

"The tutor surnamed Liu is very good. He prepared a set of targeted improvement methods for me, focusing on Chinese, English and mathematics."

"For Chinese, the main thing is to memorize various formulas for answering questions. When the time comes, just write them down honestly and you'll get a few points. For composition, the main thing is to memorize model essays." Xiaopang scratched his head. "You know what, it's really useful. I did a set of mock tests a few days ago, and my Chinese score improved by more than 30 points."

"English is mainly about memorizing words and grammar... Oh, yes, and practicing calligraphy!" Xiaopang was beaming with joy. "You know the round font, the kind that looks fancy and high-end when written. Teacher Liu told me to practice that."

"But don't write too fancy, you have to find the right balance and don't make any corrections."

"When the examiner sees your essay, he will feel happy first. Then, if he doesn't read it carefully and can't read it clearly, he may even get away with misspellings and get a high score."

"On my last school mock last week, I only lost three points on my English composition!"

"And math, I gave up the last two multiple-choice questions and the last fill-in-the-blank question, and focused on the basic questions at the front!" Fatty took another bite of the sausage, "I can now consistently get three-digit scores on the college entrance exam mock exams!"

"Awesome." Qin Chuan gave Xiaopang a thumbs up.

He naturally understood Xiaopang's past situation. With such progress, it can be said that he has secured a place in the second-tier universities.

That tutor is expensive for a reason.

(End of this chapter)