"Brain storage! Please rest assured and leave it to me, I won't eat it! Eh heh~ I promise!"
"The timeline in this article is fictional, with variety shows, movies, and popular memes from different eras appearing simultaneously. There are some private settings in a few places, all to advance the plot. I hope all dear readers can patiently read on."
"One last thing: please do not associate this with reality!!!"
June 26, 2014. For most people in the Demon Capital, this day was no different from any other.
Those who should be working were working, and those who should be enjoying life were enjoying it. But for some families, it was an extraordinary day, because the college entrance examination results were about to be released.
Yi Xing woke up from his big bed as usual, stretched lazily with an unbearable sound, then threw off his blanket and got out of bed.
He picked up his phone, which was placed nearby, and checked the time—08:40. Only then did he walk into the bathroom in his room, ready to start his daily routine of washing up.
In the dozen or so days after the college entrance examination, he adjusted his routine every day, changing from waking up at six in the morning to eight o'clock now.
He was gradually conforming to the lifestyle of contemporary young people, striving to adjust it to nine o'clock, which was his ideal waking time.
He squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and brushed his teeth unhurriedly, looking at his messy hair in the mirror and couldn't help but smile.
Fortunately, the school hadn't been strict about appearance since May, otherwise his bird's nest hair would have been in trouble. Not long after, he pulled open his door and went downstairs to the entrance hall.
An elderly man with white hair but a very spirited demeanor walked towards him and called out to Yi Xing, "Young Master, you're up. The Master is waiting in the dining room to have a meal with you."
"Uncle Fu, haven't I told you? When my dad isn't around, just call me Xiao Xing or A Xing. Don't call me Young Master, I'm not used to it!"
"Alright, I understand, Young Master."
"Uncle Fu!"
"Alright~ Xiao Xing!"
Uncle Fu looked rather helpless. He truly had no way to deal with his young master. Even after living here for so many years, he still wasn't used to the title of 'Young Master'—no, it should be said he wasn't used to hearing 'Young Master' from his mouth.
The specific situation dates back six years. At that time, Yi Xing was still a little kid in elementary school, and his understanding of the world wasn't very clear. He didn't know what his family's villa meant in a place like the Demon Capital; he only felt the novelty of moving.
As for the sadness of parting with his friends, he immediately threw it to the back of his mind when he saw such a large activity area, running around wildly inside like a playful child.
As he grew older, he gradually understood why his parents had done that at the time. They were afraid he would be spoiled from a young age, have no clear understanding of life and prices outside, and develop the bad habit of spending money lavishly.
As the saying goes, the best education is by example. A generation of wealthy individuals living with his wife and child in a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment for over a decade truly showed their painstaking efforts.
Yi Xing arrived in the living room in high spirits, only to be met by his father's stern, grumpy face, which made him a little hesitant to approach. He asked from a distance,
"Dad, why do you look so upset? Did something happen at the company?"
The man in the main seat heard this, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly into what he thought was a very charming smile.
There's no helping it, some people are just like that—naturally grumpy. Even when they're doing nothing and their expression is neutral, others will mistakenly think they're angry.
"No, come quickly and sit down. Breakfast is about to get cold."
Yi Ming waved to Yi Xing, who was far away, urging him to come over quickly and not stand there foolishly. If his wife saw it, she might think he was physically punishing his son, and he didn't want to be lectured first thing in the morning.
"Coming."
"The college entrance exam results are out today, right? What time?"
"Nine o'clock." Yi Xing calmly picked up the breakfast on the table and started eating, showing no signs of worry.
"Then there are only three minutes left! Quickly tell me your examination admission ticket number." Yi Ming pulled out a wet wipe, wiped his hands, picked up his phone from the table, opened the score inquiry website, and looked so excited that one might think he was the examinee.
"Don't rush. Eat first. It's the same to check after eating. The score won't grow legs and run away. Besides, many people are probably on the site right now, you won't be able to get in."
"Brat, this is a major event in your life! Can't you be a little more serious?"
"Serious about what? Didn't you and Mom decide to send me abroad to study?"
Yi Xing's words left Yi Ming somewhat at a loss. He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to refute something, but for a moment he couldn't find any suitable words.
It was because what the other person said was all true. Indeed, he and Shen Wanqing had discussed this matter, but they had discussed it secretly. Who knew this kid had overheard?
"Don't worry, I won't blame you. I also want to go out and see how big this world really is."
"Son!"
"Daddy!"
The two embraced tightly, a perfect scene of a loving father and filial son. It would have been even better if Yi Xing's hands weren't still wiping on the other's clothes, until a voice interrupted the father and son's actions.
"Oh, what kind of new interaction method is this you two are doing?"
Shen Wanqing walked over, wearing pajamas and yawning, looking like she hadn't fully woken up. She sat opposite Yi Xing, picked up a bowl of porridge from the table, and slowly began to drink it.
"Mom, you're up. Dad and I are having a strength contest, right?"
"That's right, this kid's strength is almost surpassing mine now. I have to admit I'm getting old!" Yi Ming said, then pounded his back, intending to solidify his point of view.
Seeing that they were about to continue, Shen Wanqing rubbed her temples and interrupted, "Alright, now just eat quietly. After breakfast, Xiao Xing, remember to check your college entrance examination scores so we can decide which overseas school to contact."
Yi Xing responded and sat back in his seat, resuming his battle with the food in front of him, but now he seemed a little distracted.
When it finally came to knowing his results, his mood still became somewhat imaginative. He could confirm that it was at least a score starting with 6, but he couldn't accurately estimate the exact number after 6.
Fortunately, in a short while, the three people at the table had all finished breakfast. Yi Ming and Shen Wanqing came to stand behind him, watching his every move.
After entering his relevant information, he pressed 'query'. The score displayed was 666, which, it must be said, was a particularly auspicious number.
That afternoon, they contacted a study abroad agency, leaving the rest to them. Later, they received news from there, recommending several schools.
The best among them was Cambridge University. In the following period, Yi Xing obtained a driver's license while preparing for the IELTS exam.
"【A quick note here: In 2014, the scores were originally released at 8 PM, but I've changed it to 9 AM. The total score has also been changed from 600 to 750.】"
