Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 329 A Key to the Highest Throne

Sunlight streamed through the spotless glass window, casting bright and warm spots of light on a corner of the desk.

In the air, tiny dust particles danced merrily within the beams of light.

Finally, the light quietly fell on Fang Cheng's focused profile, gilding his chiseled, handsome features with a soft golden hue.

The bedroom was quiet.

Only the rhythmic "swish" of the pen tip gliding across the paper echoed.

Clear and reassuring.

On Fang Cheng's desk, various books and materials were piled up like a mountain.

"A Detailed Explanation of the Civil Code", "General Principles of Criminal Law", "One Hundred Case Studies in Criminal Psychology"...

The thick, professional books almost buried him completely.

knock knock.

A soft knock broke the silence inside.

"Chengcheng".

Li Biyun's voice was extremely low, as if she didn't want to disturb her son's concentration on studying:

"Mom made you a bowl of Gastrodia elata and pig brain soup. Drink it while it's hot, don't wait until it gets cold."

She carried a white porcelain soup bowl and carefully pushed open the door, her footsteps extremely light.

"Okay, Mom, you can put it on the table first."

Fang Cheng didn't even raise his head, his eyes still fixed on the file in front of him, and his pen didn't stop for a moment.

Li Biyun dared not say anything more and gently placed the soup bowl in a corner of the desk.

With a mixture of heartache and expectation in her eyes, she glanced at her son with a complex expression.

Then, she tiptoed out and considerately closed the door behind her.

Fang Cheng continued to bury himself in his writing, completely immersed in the sea of ​​questions.

Time slipped away second by second amidst the scratching sound of the pen tip touching the paper.

Until I finished writing the argument for the last material analysis question, I heavily pressed down the last period.

Only then did he let out a long breath.

Fang Cheng raised his head and stretched his slightly stiff neck.

It's been a long time since I've studied so diligently.

So much so that now I feel that sitting at a table to read books and do exercises takes more energy than simply exercising.

Fang Cheng smiled and shook his head, glancing at the alarm clock placed beside him.

The hour and minute hands just barely point to 10:05.

Less than forty minutes have passed since I started working on this mock exam, which was expected to take two hours.

A line of illusory information on a light screen quietly appeared before his eyes.

[Focus on experience +3]

[Focus on level 2 (327/500)]

[Speed ​​reading experience +3]

Speed ​​Reading Level 2 (104/500)

"Indeed, this kind of simulated exam under extreme conditions is the best way to gain experience."

Fang Cheng sighed knowingly to himself, thinking that this was an extra benefit brought about by his recent intensive review.

He then put the panel back, picked up another set of standard answers printed in red, and began to correct each question one by one.

The maximum score is 100, and the final score is 97.

The three points that were deducted were due to mistakes in the last two essay questions and the material analysis question.

This was a deduction made voluntarily and at Fang Cheng's discretion, based on the strictest standards.

After all, getting a perfect score on the professional subject written exam for postgraduate entrance is a pipe dream, as it involves too much subjective factor from the examiners.

Especially in the field of law, there are already a large number of controversial and ambiguous cases in reality that lack clear legal support.

Not to mention exam papers that are just theoretical discussions.

As for the other foreign language proficiency test.

Fang Cheng didn't waste a single moment on this.

Possessing the talent of "omniscient language", his attainments in linguistics are at least comparable to those of grandmasters.

Dealing with a mere exam is like a game of cat and mouse.

The real test lies in the interview stage, which assesses overall competence and abilities.

After all, a high score on the written test is just an admission ticket.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as he looked out the window, past the mountain of books.

Outside is the old factory street where I have lived for more than ten years.

The extremely familiar gray tones.

The low-rise buildings are jagged and intertwined, and old electrical wires are woven together like a spider web between the buildings.

In stark contrast to the distant skyscrapers, it seemed like two different worlds.

There are no birdsong and fragrant flowers here, only the rough and authentic atmosphere of life left over from the industrial era.

Last week, the results of the postgraduate entrance examination, the national cut-off score, and the cut-off scores set by individual universities were all released.

He was admitted to the re-examination list of the Law School of Dongdu University without any suspense.

A week later, the moment that would decide their fate would arrive.

Or to be more precise, this was an important test in the mother's mind, concerning her son's future.

Fang Cheng understood perfectly.

When her mother saw her pick up her books again and study diligently day and night.

In those eyes that were often filled with worry, there was always a hint of relief.

And this light is the comfort that I, as a son, must give to my mother.

The mother seemed to have vaguely sensed something.

She never asked, but Fang Cheng knew.

Her tireless physical training day and night, and the extraordinary physique she occasionally displayed, could not escape her keen eyes.

No one knows a child better than their mother.

The more silent she remained, the deeper her worry became.

It seemed as if she was afraid that one day she would suddenly disappear, repeating her father's mistakes and stepping into that mysterious world full of blood and fire once again.

A complex and helpless feeling welled up in Fang Cheng's heart.

I am truly unable to live the ordinary life that my mother wished for.

Because he had already embarked on a path of no return, a path of carnage.

Even now, I would be willing to give up everything, accept the status quo, and pretend to be a harmless, law-abiding citizen.

Those enemies lurking in the shadows, whether it be the Noah Organization or other unknown spying parties, will never let him go.

To entrust one's safety to the kindness and forgetfulness of the strong is the most foolish and ridiculous self-deception in the world.

Moreover, Fang Cheng is someone who possesses a "panel".

This incredible opportunity felt like a key handed to me by fate, a key to unlock the gateway to the pinnacle of power.

If it is true that only one person in this world is destined to ascend the highest throne.

So why can't this person be themselves?

With a sharp weapon in the body, the murderous heart starts from the beginning.

How could Fang Cheng possibly give up and settle for mediocrity?
and so.

This postgraduate entrance exam was a carefully chosen balance point for him, a necessary disguise.

He could not truly retreat to the shore, but at least he could build a seemingly sturdy lighthouse for his mother on the turbulent sea.

Let her have something to rely on, even if it's just a glimmer of light shining through the storm.

As his thoughts wandered, Fang Cheng's gaze fell on the bowl of pig brain soup that was still steaming slightly.

So he reached out and picked up the ladle, and stirred it gently.

The milky white broth exudes a rich aroma.

Fang Cheng scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and slowly took a sip.

The warm soup slid down my throat, bringing a sense of comfort and calming my chaotic thoughts somewhat. Then again, the clean record of a graduate student from a prestigious university certainly provided excellent cover.

This allows him to more calmly accumulate strength in secret and prepare for any storms that may arise in the future.

Otherwise, given his complicated family background, if he continues to operate in the gray area as a boxer, he will inevitably attract the attention of the special investigation team sooner or later.

Just like the Noah Organization, they've set their sights on me and put me on their watch list again...

knock knock.

Li Biyun's voice rang out again from outside the door, interrupting Fang Cheng's thoughts.

"Chengcheng, have you finished your studies? You can come out for dinner now."

Upon hearing his mother's call, Fang Cheng immediately composed himself and replied:
"Okay, I'll get ready and come out."

At the dinner table, Li Biyun kept putting food into Fang Cheng's bowl.

Steamed sea bass and shrimp with walnuts are both dishes that can nourish the brain and improve memory.

While enjoying his meal, Fang Cheng listened to his mother talk about the progress of the renovation of his maternal grandfather's large house in Wanghu Town.

So he took the opportunity to tell Li Biyun that the house in Haitian Garden had been renovated.

And I made sure to let them know in advance that if I got busy with work, I might sometimes stay there.

The mother already knew about the property gifted by her uncle while vacationing at Yulong Lake. At that time, she only told Fang Cheng to remember this hard-won family affection and to be filial to his maternal grandfather and uncle in the future.

Hearing her son say this, Li Biyun pondered for a moment, then said:

"Then I'll come over tomorrow to help you clean the house and buy some daily necessities."

"When I have a girlfriend in the future, I can take her there to stay. We can't always stay in hotels or squeeze into this old house of ours."

Fang Cheng was nodding when he heard the last sentence, and he almost spat out the food in his mouth.

He immediately waved his hand:

"Mom, I've already bought all the furniture and hired a cleaning service, so you don't need to bother with anything else."

"I'll go with you tomorrow, we'll just get familiar with the way."

Thinking of that strange neighbor in room 1803 who wore strong perfume, he might really be some kind of murderer or wanted criminal.

Fang Cheng was a little worried about his mother going alone.

After dinner, the sun shone brightly, warmly filling the living room.

A faint smell of cooking oil still lingered in the air.

Li Biyun quickly gathered up the leftovers, wrapped the uneaten portions in plastic wrap, and put them in the refrigerator.

Fang Cheng was carrying the bowl and chopsticks, ready to take them to wash, but his mother snatched them away and pushed him out of the kitchen.

"You're so clumsy, don't get in the way. Go take a nap, you still have to study this afternoon."

A mother's orders are not to be questioned.

Fang Cheng touched his nose somewhat dejectedly, and had to give up the idea of ​​practicing his cleaning skills at the same time.

With my mom at home, I never get to do these kinds of chores. She's practically raising me like a scholar...

Feeling a sense of wonder, Fang Cheng glanced at the panel.

Their attention was drawn to one of the life skills.

Cleaning lv1 (209/250)

Since resigning from his job in the club's logistics department, progress in this skill has been extremely slow.

Experience is gained primarily through daily housework and certain "clean-up tasks".

Yesterday, I did a thorough cleaning of the new house all by myself, and my experience level increased significantly.

It looks like we're close to the upgrade, but we still have a lot to do.

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly.

Given the current complex situation, having an extra skill is always a good thing.

Don't underestimate this seemingly simple life skill; the "Scavenger's Eye" effect has repeatedly helped me escape tracking, find clues, and eliminate the possibility of being monitored.

If it can be upgraded successfully, it might come in very handy someday.

For example, processing a crime scene more efficiently...

Back in his bedroom, Fang Cheng neither continued studying nor took a nap.

Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Silence returned to the room.

Fang Cheng's heartbeat began to slow down, his breathing became long and deep, and every tense muscle relaxed.

The whole person is like a high-speed machine, actively reducing its frequency and entering a low-power standby mode.

Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of the old factory street, along with the noise of the distant traffic, blended together to form the background sound of the city.

Separated by a thick layer of glass, they gradually became blurry and distant, as if they had been pushed out of the sensory world.

Only the steady beating of my own heart and the pure tranquility deep within my consciousness, that burning flame...

After a long while, Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze becoming increasingly deep and bright.

A message then appeared.

Meditation experience +2

Meditation lv2 (36/500)

Looking at the progress of his cultivation, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Whether fast or slow, as long as you persevere every day, all your skills will gradually improve over time.

After practicing meditation.

Fang Cheng felt refreshed and invigorated, as if he had recovered the energy lost from burying himself in his studies today.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to enter the memory palace to contact Xu Hao, his heart was unexpectedly stirred.

The feeling was as if an invisible pebble had been dropped on the far other side of the city, creating ripples.

The ripples were extremely faint yet exceptionally clear, crossing several kilometers of barriers to precisely reach the calm surface of my heart.

"Did Xu Hao have some important intelligence that prompted him to report to me?"

The moment this thought arose, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed.

"wrong."

He immediately shook his head in denial.

Fang Cheng could clearly sense it.

This fluctuation of thought carried a sense of unfamiliarity, and did not come from anyone he knew.

Moreover, the psychological resonance phenomenon that occurred this time was relatively weak in its specific direction.

It was more like an uncontrolled cry for help, filled with intense fear...

Without hesitation, Fang Cheng composed himself and closed his eyes again.

The person's consciousness instantly converged and sank inward.

The surrounding real world is rapidly stripped away and blurred.

When I opened my eyes again, my consciousness had already entered the memory palace.

Fang Cheng quickly got up, stepped forward, and pushed open the bedroom door.

In the center of the dark hall, the golden sphere of light still floated silently, radiating a soft and mysterious halo.

Looking up, the surrounding dome resembles a night sky, with points of light like stars dotting the landscape.

Each one represents a successfully linked individual consciousness, or a spiritual coordinate waiting to be connected.

Fang Cheng searched among the many stars for a moment and quickly locked onto a point of light that was flashing rapidly and looked quite unusual.

That's it!

"One-way shot!"

As Fang Cheng silently recited the command, a buzzing resonance sound rang in his ears.

An invisible yet stable passage pierces through the boundless darkness of the void.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, like a television screen constantly changing, distorting, and stretching.

Finally, my gaze pierced through the darkness and shadows, and everything suddenly became clear.

Through the eyes of the linker, Fang Cheng stared intently at the scene before him, a thought stirring within him.

"This is……"

(End of this chapter)