Lightning-type E-rank? My Space-time-type S-rank can't be hidden anymore!

As the ambulance drove past the street corner of the old town, Lin Yuan opened his eyes and saw through the car window that Grandma Wang was standing at the gate of the courtyard, still holding the apron in her hand, craning her neck to look at the street.

The old man's face was full of worry, and his gray hair was a little messy from the wind.

"Master, stop for a moment."

The medical vehicle pulled over to the side of the road.

Lin Yuan rolled down the car window and waved his left hand at Grandma Wang. The movement was subtle, so as not to aggravate the wound on his right shoulder.

"Grandma! I'm fine! Just some minor injuries!"

When Grandma Wang saw him, she was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes reddened.

Grandma Wang had no children of her own, and she had long regarded Lin Yuan as her own child.

She ran over with small, quick steps, wiping her hands repeatedly on her apron, and peered through the car window, scrutinizing him from head to toe several times.

"You silly child! You said you were going to call off the engagement, but you ended up covered in blood!"

Lin Yuan smiled.

"Grandma, is there any more porridge?"

Grandma Wang paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously, tears falling down her face, but the corners of her mouth curved upwards.

"Yes! Yes! Century egg and lean pork, Grandma has been keeping it warm for you!"

The medical vehicle restarted and headed towards the medical station of the Superpowered Individuals Association.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his seat, the sunlight streaming in through the car window and falling on the silver ring on his left hand.

The ring flashed slightly.

Nobody noticed.

......

the next day.

Lin Yuan leaned against the hospital bed, his right shoulder wrapped in a clean bandage, holding a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork in a thermos.

Grandma Wang brought it over before dawn; the porridge was still steaming hot.

Shen Man sat on a folding chair by the hospital bed, her legs propped up on the edge of the bed, holding a cup of milk tea in her hand as usual.

I tried a different flavor today; the cup has "Taro Boba" printed on it.

She took a sip, her cheeks puffed out, and then she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"Alright, the injury is almost healed." She put the milk tea on the bedside table, took out the confirmation letter with the official seal from her hoodie pocket, and patted it on the blanket.

"I've already mentioned six of your S-level benefits. Now I'll tell you the seventh."

Lin Yuan sat up a little straighter.

"In addition to the basic benefits, S-class freshmen can also choose one secret technique from the academy's secret technique library." Shen Man held up one finger.

Lin Yuan paused for a moment.

Secret method.

Unlike S-class superpowers—which are innate and determine a person's lower limit—secret techniques are cultivated and determine a person's upper limit.

A good secret technique can multiply the combat power of an ordinary superhuman several times over.

"Thunder Through the Nine Heavens" is a seventh-tier spear technique. He practiced it for ten days and was able to directly confront a second-tier, fifth-level rune master. What if he had another secret technique of seventh tier or higher?

"What type of secret technique?" he asked.

Shen Man shook her head.

"I can't tell you right now."

"...Why?"

"Because you can't just choose whatever secret technique you want." Shen Man put her legs down and sat up straight, which was a rare occurrence for her.

"The Mystic Arts Pavilion will match the most suitable mystic arts for you based on your special abilities, fighting style, physical attributes, and number of Bone Tempering Wheels."

Until the results are released, nobody knows which category you'll be matched with.

She paused, then added.

"However, I can give you a heads-up: the Magic City Academy currently possesses eleven secret techniques, four of which are related to lightning. No matter which one you're matched with, it won't be bad."

Lin Yuan was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

He's not in a hurry. Good things are worth waiting for.

Moreover, Shen Man is right. More secret techniques are not necessarily better; the most suitable ones are the best.

Forcing yourself to learn a secret technique that doesn't suit your fighting style will not only be counterproductive, but may also harm you.

"Okay, we'll talk about it when we get to the university."

Shen Man nodded in satisfaction, picked up her milk tea again, and curled back into her chair.

Lin Yuan carefully put away the jade slip. Just as he was about to speak, the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Su Qingyue stood at the door.

Instead of wearing the Su family's signature white dress, she changed into a simple light blue casual outfit, her long hair loosely tied back with a silver hairband.

She doesn't look like an S-class superhuman; she looks more like an ordinary, pretty girl next door.

She was carrying a food box.

"Grandma Wang said you only had porridge this morning, so she asked me to bring you some food." She walked into the ward, her gaze lingering for a moment on Lin Yuan's bandaged right shoulder.

Then quickly moved it aside, placed the food container on the bedside table, and opened the lid.

Inside were several delicate side dishes and a bowl of steaming pork rib soup.

Shen Man raised an eyebrow.

She glanced at Su Qingyue, then at Lin Yuan, and a meaningful smile slowly curved her lips.

Then she stood up, tucked the milk tea cup under her armpit, and put both hands into her sweatshirt pockets.

"I'm leaving now, you guys chat." She walked to the door, then suddenly turned back.

"By the way, Su girl, have you thought it through? The admissions offices of the four universities are closing down tomorrow. If you don't sign soon, Qin Ruolan and Lei Meng might come to snatch you away in person."

Su Qingyue sat down by the hospital bed, placing her hands folded on her knees.

She didn't look at Shen Man, but at Lin Yuan, her gaze calm and composed.

"Wherever he goes, I will go."

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Shen Man blinked, then laughed out loud.

She opened the door and left, tossing out a sentence: "Okay, then I'll wait for you two in Shanghai."

The door closed, leaving only two people in the ward.

The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafted in from outside the window, mingling with the smell of disinfectant.

Su Qingyue took the bowl of pork rib soup out of the food box, stirred it with a spoon, and handed it to Lin Yuan.

"The temperature is just right."

Lin Yuan took the soup bowl and took a sip.

It's very fresh, with a faint herbal flavor.

This soup tastes very homey, like something I made myself.

"You did this?" He looked up.

Su Qingyue nodded slightly, her ear tips flushed a faint pink: "I learned it from Grandma Wang. I cooked it three times, and the first two times it burned."

Lin Yuan looked down at the soup in the bowl. The ribs were cut into uneven sizes, with one piece being significantly larger than the others.

The corn pieces were cut a little crooked, and the carrot slices were of varying thicknesses.

The soup was clear, the oil was skimmed off very well, and the taste was indeed quite good.

He took another sip.

"Did you tell your father?"

Su Qingyue knew what he meant. She withdrew her hands, placed them back on her knees, and looked at her clasped fingers.

He said calmly, "I did tell him. I told him I was going to a university in Shanghai. He disagreed."

"and then?"

"Then I said..." Su Qingyue's lips curved slightly, a faint curve with a hint of stubbornness.

"I said, Father, you can't beat Lin Yuan, let alone the teachers at the Shanghai Academy. Whether you agree or not, I'm going."

Lin Yuan almost choked on the soup.