<h4>Chapter 2: I Exposed My Dad''s Private Savings</h4>
[System Binding Progress: 5%, 10%, 25%, 50%, 85%, 95%, 100%!]
[Ding! System binding sessful!]
[Hello, Mr. Qian Quan, the host. This system is called the ''Bloodline System.'' Dr. Omega designed it based on the concept of "Heroic Fathers, Brave Sons" and further amplified it, projecting each achievement of the father onto the son, magnified by ten or even a hundred times!]
[The doctor said that only when sessors continuously surpass predecessors, and each generation excels the previous one, can civilization progress continually!]
[Therefore, after binding with this system, for every additional achievement your father gains, you will simultaneously and correspondingly receive rewards tenfold or even a hundredfold!]
Qian Quan, who had calmed down slightly, began to process this sudden influx of information, forming unbelievable spection.
[Attention! The binding of this system with the host is based on the theory of quantum entanglement. Hence, you must not disclose the existence of this system to anyone. Otherwise, due to the "observer effect," this system will copse into "lies" and "delusions," ceasing to exist.]
Qian Quan fell into deep contemtion, his thoughts fluctuating, making it difficult for him to regainposure for a while.
"Qian Quan, what are you thinking?" Ding Ling, noticing Qian Quan''s peculiar expression, couldn''t help but ask.
"Just now, you said we should bid farewell to the past and look back in three to five years. I''m thinking about how I''ll be in three to five years."
"It definitely won''t be bad."
"I wonder if I''ll meet my leadingdy by then."
Upon hearing this, Ding Ling naturally ced her hand on Qian Quan''s shoulder, saying, "With me watching over you, you''ll surely find the right person. Don''t worry. I''m quite adept at this."
"Alright, when we get to Mystic City in the future, let''s continue looking out for each other."
"That goes without saying."
They stood on the mountain for a while, then returned to the campus.
Qian Quan acted calmly as if nothing had happened, but his ssmates regarded him with a subtle gaze.
"Qian Quan, don''t take it to heart. Our youth is inherently full of regrets and embarrassments; that''s what makes itplete." ss leader Qian Jiamin privatelyforted Qian Quan.
"Thank you. I''m fine." Qian Quan genuinely thanked her.
During one''s student days, certain interpersonal rtionships still retained a touch of innocence, not entirely corroded by money and reality.
Like today, when Sun Shaokang and Song Xi teamed up to tease Qian Quan, it wasn''t something every student approved of or supported.
In any case, Qian Quan and the others released the balloons they held before sunset.
The colorful balloons fluttered in the wind, carrying the hues of love unfulfilled.
Qian Quan had decided to let go of the past and stride forward confidently.
...
At 5:30 in the afternoon, the teachers and students of ss 2 in Grade 3 gathered at the pavilion.
The farewell banquet was officially underway.
Since the college entrance exams were long over, the students had shed the reserved attitude they usually had toward their teachers. The atmosphere was rxed, and everyone chatted andughed.
Those who had achieved their ideal university entrance were brimming with anticipation for college life.
Those whose scores fell short of their expectations were preparing to retake the exams and fight for another year.
A few students were ready to go elsewhere for work after receiving their graduation certificates.
As they said, everyone had a bright future.
Their homeroom teacher, Mr. Tian, had too much to drink that day. He became quite sentimental, sharing many heartfelt words. In the end, with emotions stirred, he told the students that they were the best ss he had ever taught...
This wasn''t just a titude but backed up by data.
In this year''s college entrance exams, their ss had a 93.19% eptance rate for Tier One universities. Among them, 25 students were admitted to National Key Universities, including one to Peking University, one to Fudan University, and one to Renmin University...
However, at this moment, it was clear that Mr. Tian''s words were not based on data but rather on the concentration of alcohol.
It could be seen as a form ofpensation.
After all, at the beginning and middle of the semester, he had said to the same group of students, "You are the worst ss I''ve ever taught. For the same exams, your senior brothers and sisters from the previous year performed much better than you."
It was like some dramatic structure that emphasized symmetry.
And so, the atmosphere at the scene seemed to be approaching the end of a certainedy show, beginning to trend towards sentimentality.
Many girls shed tears, and some boys'' eyes turned red.
They all promised to stay in touch and not forget each other.
Just like the song "<i>To Riverside</i>" sings:
"When traveling around, don''t forget the summer''s view of Riverside..."
After the meal, Sun Shaokang wanted to invite everyone to sing karaoke to celebrate graduation, and his no longer single.
Qian Quan and Ding Ling naturally refused.
Holding a balloon, celebrating his goddess being with someone else, had already exceeded his embarrassment threshold. How could he go to a private karaoke room to watch them show affection? What''s Sun Shaokang thinking? He was definitely not that kind of submissive simp!
The two of them decided to take a stroll around the campus.
As they wandered, they yed "I Think You Guess." Basically, one person thinks of something, and the other person asks questions, to which the first person can only answer "yes" or "no," allowing the second person to guess what the first person is thinking.
Strolling along like this, they unconsciously arrived at the basketball court and saw people ying a half-court 3v3 basketball game.
They stopped to watch.
Ding Ling asked, "Do you remember the score when we yed one-on-one?"
"I don''t remember." Qian Quan answered straightforwardly.
"It was 132 to 126. I was leading by six games." Ding Ling looked at Qian Quan with a smile.
"You remember so clearly. Well, do you remember our Chinese Chess wins and losses?" Qian Quan wasn''t about to back down.
"732 to 768, you''re ahead by 36 games." Ding Ling answered just as candidly, "But I''ll catch up with you."
"I''ll level the score in basketball too." Qian Quan said this with a hint ofpetitiveness.
"I look forward to it. After all, you''re running out of excuses." Ding Ling directly threw some trash talk.
From junior high until now, they had yed more than two hundred one-on-one matches. Every time Qian Quan lost, he would find an excuse. Currently, his excuses included but were not limited to having a cold, not sleeping well the previous night, poor shoe quality, too tight underwear, too loose socks, the weather being too hot, being a gentleman who doesn''tpete withdies, not receiving cheers from pretty female spectators, and the ball being improperly weighted, among others.
This couldn''t entirely be med on him; just like in the arts and literature, sports too heavily depend on innate talent. And Ding Ling excelled in both realms.
On the field, she disyed a mastery of skill and graceful movements. The phrase "graceful as a startled swan, agile as a wandering dragon" couldn''t have been a more fitting description.
At times, Qian Quan just couldn''t fend her off!
"Ling, have you ever thought about the possibility that yourbative nature and intensepetitive spirit might hinder your prospects of finding a husband in the future?" Qian Quan retaliated.
"Hehe, who said I''m even thinking about getting married?" Ding Ling didn''t care about his question.
Qian Quan was taken aback, suddenly realizing he had never broached this topic with Ding Ling. After all, what kind of man discusses finding a husband with their buddies? Curiosity got the better of him, and he inquired, "Are you implying that there''s no man in this world who meets your standards?"
"I''m not that presumptuous."
"So, what kind of man do you think would be a suitable match for you?"
"I haven''t really given it much thought." she said, ncing at Qian Quan. "At the very least, he shouldn''t be worse than you."
"Then your expectations might be a bit high."
"Tsk."
Qian Quan chuckled and said, "But if you were a guy, you''d definitely be turning heads in college."
This wasn''t apliment. Ding Ling had a striking appearance and a tall, slender figure. Her looks overshadowed some handsome male celebrities.
To be specific, if a perfect handsomeness score was 10, Ding Ling easily scored 9.5, half a point higher than those male celebrities and about 0.2 higher than Qian Quan.
Moreover, she was a web novelist on Wisteria, boasting arge fan base and earning a substantial ie every month from her writing. If she weren''t keeping her writing endeavors a secret, she wouldn''t have needed to rely on her family for tuition and living expenses – she could even support them.
She could be considered someone very aplished among her peers, making others envious.
"I can tell you''re quite agitated today, actually discussing this with me." Ding Ling noticed that Qian Quan wasn''t his usual self.
Qian Quanughed and said, "Yeah, I suddenly realized the truth today. All those oaths of eternal love and promises of evesting devotion don''t really matter. Once moneyes into y, love seems to fall into ce quite naturally."
"I disagree with that perspective." Ding Ling immediately objected, "In my view, true love boils down to two options: liking or not liking."
"Oh, how would you exin that?"
"If you don''t have affection for someone, driving a BMW or a Mercedes won''t change things. If you do like someone, even a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce can keep you together."
"Hahaha... That''s quite an insight you''ve got there!"
At that very moment, a notification from the system chimed in inside Qian Quan''s mind.
[Ding! The system detected your father''s 3,000 bonus, rewarding you with 30,000!]
Soon, his phone received a text message from the bank confirming the deposit of 30,000.
Qian Quan was left in a daze.
Could the system be this straightforward? Giving out money directly?
So, does that mean what the system mentioned earlier about "amplifying each of the father''s achievements by tenfold or a hundredfold and projecting them onto the son" was referring to this?
And where did his dad''s 3,000 bonuse from? Was it legal? Could it be spent?
At that moment, Qian Quan was filled with mixed emotions – surprise, excitement, confusion, worry, curiosity, anticipation...
"Let''s go back."
Regaining hisposure, Qian Quan decided to head home and confirm with his dad.
The two left the school and took a bus back home.
Qian Quan rushed into the house, and before he could even ask, his mother joyfully said, "Rocky, didn''t you have your eyes on a pair of basketball shoes? We''ll buy them for you on your birthday."
"Why?"
"The student your dad tutored participated in a poetrypetition, and won second prize. Your dad got a 2,000 bonus."
"2,000? Wasn''t it 3,000?" Qian Quan blurted out.
Before the echo of his words died down, his dad''s icy gaze turned toward him, and at the same time, his mom''s sharp gaze turned toward his dad!
The atmosphere froze in an instant.
After a while.
"Haha, you little rascal, you''re too quick with your mouth! I secretly set aside 1,000 to buy your mom a handbag as a surprise. But you blew my cover in a split second, ruining my n. Haha, you little rascal!"
At that moment, Qian Quan could hear the undertone in his dad''s voice that he really wanted to give him a good thrashing right then and there.