Wandering among the heavens, learning has no end.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ji Yuan and Li Jianjian have advanced to the third year of junior high school.

When Li Jianjian entered her third year of junior high school, she felt the pressure for the first time.

The high school entrance exam will be in a year.

Although the middle school entrance exam is not as important as the college entrance exam, it is still very important.

If she doesn't do well on the exam, she might not get into Yiming Middle School.

Yiming Middle School is one of the best high schools in Xiamen.

Ling Xiao and He Ziqiu were admitted to Yiming Middle School, and Ji Yuan will also be admitted to Yiming Middle School as expected.

Her current grades aren't terrible, but they're not particularly good either, so whether she can get into Yiming Middle School is really uncertain.

So she felt the pressure, and after entering the third year of junior high school, she started to pay attention in class.

She would seek tutoring from Ji Yuan after class, and Ling Xiao and He Ziqiu would also tutor her after school.

I'm quite confident about improving my grades.

It was quite tiring, though, with three top students watching over me.

Li Jianjian suffered for a year.

The high school entrance exam is finally over.

She was overjoyed to have successfully gained admission to Yiming Middle School.

The night the results came out, her whole family celebrated with her.

Li Haichao prepared a large table of dishes.

"Cheers to my admission to Yiming!"

Li Jianjian picked up a glass of orange juice and shouted happily.

"Congratulations on getting into high school! Keep it up!"

Li Haichao said with a smile.

"What? You can't maintain it, not even a little bit."

Li Jianjian immediately shook her head frantically.

"You, you, don't end up not even getting into a junior college."

Li Haichao said with a hint of helplessness.

Li Jianjian chuckled.

"It's okay, I'll take the art exam later."

Li Jianjian actually already has some plans in mind.

What school do you want to apply to?

He Ziqiu asked curiously.

"Yangmei!"

Li Jianjian said proudly.

"So, do you need to sign up for a class?"

Li Haichao thought for a moment and asked.

Li Jianjian nodded: "I can start preparing in my second year of high school. Anyway, I've been learning painting and wood carving all along."

"Okay, then I'll sign up for an arts exam preparation class later!"

Li Haichao did not hesitate and immediately offered his support.

He knew that Li Jianjian was indeed suited for the art exam.

After all, his academic performance was average, but he had loved drawing and wood carving since he was a child.

I had already enrolled in painting and wood carving classes in junior high school, along with Ji Yuan.

"Xiao Ji, which school do you plan to apply to in the future?"

"Your grades have always been this good, why don't you apply to Tsinghua or Peking University like Ling Xiao?"

Ling Heping looked at Ji Yuan and asked.

Ji Yuan has always had excellent grades since she was a child. Whether in elementary school or junior high school, she has always been the top student in the whole school.

The same goes for Ling Xiao.

Therefore, although Ji Yuan has not started high school yet, Ling Heping believes that Ji Yuan will definitely have no problem getting into Tsinghua or Peking University in the future.

"I plan to apply to the Central Academy of Fine Arts as well."

Ji Yuan's words left everyone present completely dumbfounded.

"Huh? Why are you applying to the Central Academy of Fine Arts? With your grades, why don't you try for Tsinghua or Peking University?"

He Ziqiu immediately asked.

"Yes, Xiao Ji, don't be impulsive. Do you want to go to the same school as Xiao Jian?"

You can't choose the Central Academy of Fine Arts just because you want to go to the same school as Xiaojian.

Tsinghua University, Peking University, and the Central Academy of Fine Arts are all in the capital. Even if they're not in the same school in the future, we'll still see each other often.

Li Haichao quickly began to offer advice.

Ling Heping and the others nodded in agreement.

Li Jianjian was very touched, but she was also very rational. She looked at Ji Yuan and said, "Brother, you have to get into Tsinghua or Peking University!"

"Stop, stop, stop! I've already decided, I'm going to apply to the Central Academy of Fine Arts."

Let me explain to you why you should go to a good university.

It's for a better future, to earn more money, and to live a better life, right?

Ji Yuan looked at the group and asked.

Several people nodded.

"But I already have a bright future, and I'm making a lot of money now."

Ji Yuan waved his hand.

The version of Battle Through the Heavens that he copied had already finished when he was in the second year of junior high school.

Although the book is finished, it continues to generate income for him.

They have all been published as physical books and have been making a significant impact through various channels.

Three years later, this book has brought Ji Yuan tens of millions of yuan in revenue.

It's a pity that the most powerful mobile reading platform hasn't appeared yet; it won't be available until 2010.

Once the mobile reading platform is launched, "Battle Through the Heavens" alone will earn Ji Yuan tens of millions of yuan.

Not to mention the copyright development after Battle Through the Heavens.

Anyway, this one book alone will definitely earn Ji Yuan one or two hundred million.

He will definitely not be short of money anymore.

Therefore, what university he gets into is really not important to him.

Compared to wanting to experience life at Tsinghua or Peking University, he would rather apply to the same school as Li Jianjian.

Simply put, he has the right to be willful.

For others, it might be a pity not to get into Tsinghua or Peking University, which is a great opportunity.

However, Ji Yuan will definitely go to other urban worlds in the future, and he can take the exam again when he has another chance.

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After listening to Ji Yuan's words, the people at the dinner table actually felt that there was some truth to them.

However, they don't understand just how much money writing books can actually make.

He Ziqiu frowned and asked, "Can writing books make money indefinitely?"

Ji Yuan smiled and said, "Ziqiu, do you know how much I've earned in the past three years?"

"How many?"

He Ziqiu became curious.

Believe it or not, he was really curious.

Not only him, but Li Haichao, Ling Heping and Ling Xiao were also curious.

The four of them had no idea how much money Ji Yuan had actually earned. Only Li Haichao and Ling Heping knew that Ji Yuan had earned 100,000 yuan in his first month.

Ling Xiao and He Ziqiu only knew that Ji Yuan had made money, and they guessed it might be several thousand a month.

Anyway, none of them asked about it in the past three years. Smart people think a lot.

Unlike Li Jianjian, she didn't think so much; she asked whatever she wanted.

She was stunned when she found out that Ji Yuan earned hundreds of thousands a month.

Then every time Ji Yuan paid out royalties, she had to come and watch it together.

Every time she saw those hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars, she felt happy, as if she had earned them herself.

Ji Yuan noticed the curious looks from He Ziqiu and the others.

This is his chance to show off.

Ji Yuan crossed his arms and said calmly, "Let's put it this way, I have ten million in my bank account right now."

"Cough cough...how...how much?"

He Ziqiu choked a little.

Li Haichao, Ling Heping, and Ling Xiao also stared wide-eyed at Ji Yuan.

"Ten million?! Is writing novels that profitable?!"

Ling Heping took a deep breath and said.

"Did you rob a bank? You made ten million in three years?!"

He Ziqiu said in an exaggerated tone.

Ji Yuan waved his hand: "Ten million in three years, do you think it matters whether I go to Tsinghua or Peking University?"

"You...you...never mind...just do it if you've thought it through, Dad supports you."

Li Haichao didn't know what to say, so he picked up his wine glass.

Ji Yuan smiled and clinked her drink with Li Haichao's.

He Ziqiu was still a little confused, as was Ling Xiao.

How did my little brother, whom I grew up with, suddenly become a self-made millionaire?