Chapter 7: Progress Visible to the Naked Eye

In the blink of an eye, two weeks have passed.

As an adult, and with the help of the Golden Finger, Li Mingyang has a clear plan for his studies and knows what timely adjustment means.

Although he has a thick stack of five years of college entrance exam and three years of mock exams, Li Mingyang did not, like an honest person, slowly finish them all.

Instead, he focused on overcoming the parts he didn't understand or that were more difficult, while for the parts he already knew and that were relatively simple, Li Mingyang merely needed to grasp them.

So even with only two weeks, Li Mingyang's progress has leapt forward significantly, and his current fresh math score is the best proof.

Previously it was just a barely passing self-test, even partly due to luck, but now…

Looking at the freshly graded comprehensive math test paper in his hand, said to be based on the difficulty of the college entrance exam, he saw the bright red score of 126.

Even though Li Mingyang has lived two lives, he can't help but feel his excited heart right now!

Heaven rewards diligence! The system never deceives me!

My pace of improvement is truly visible to the naked eye!

Moreover, this isn't just one test paper; Li Mingyang has recently taken three consecutive test papers, although none were as high as this one, they were all above 120.

"Keep working hard, a prestigious university is within reach!"

After a full one or two minutes, Li Mingyang finally came completely to his senses, looking at the test paper before him, his face showing a genuine satisfied smile.

It wasn't satisfaction with this score itself, but satisfaction with the improvement in his grades.

In less than a month, my grades improved by…?

Even many senior high students who have supplemented for a year may not necessarily improve by these sixty points!

"System, personal interface!"

Leaning back relaxed in his chair, Li Mingyang summoned his system.

Li Mingyang

16 years old

IQ 131

Skill: Mathematics LV3 (9%)...

In two weeks, Li Mingyang's math skill directly rose to the third level, while his IQ increased from the original 129 to the current 131.

Li Mingyang is not an idiot; first, his IQ increase is certainly related to his math skill improvement.

Originally his IQ was 128, considered smart, but it had nothing to do with genius; of course, the current 131 is the same.

But if things really are as he expects, then after his skill increases by one level, his IQ will also increase by one…

At most, it would take a few years for his IQ to absolutely catch up to, or even surpass, those true geniuses.

Moreover, as time goes on, his IQ will become even more outstanding, and perhaps eventually evolve to a point where no human can keep up!

However, the higher the skill level goes, the more Li Mingyang feels the strain.

Although they are all percentages, now if he wants to make progress, even if it's the same one-percentage-point increase, the time he spends keeps getting longer.

He truly doesn't know how much time he'll need later to successfully advance his math skill and give himself a brand-new template!

"Laoli, Laoli!"

Just as Li Mingyang was dazedly spacing out, Luo Yuan's voice suddenly sounded from downstairs.

As neighbors, although both underachievers have secretly hidden their phones, for just a shout, whether it's Luo Yuan or Li Mingyang, when calling each other they almost never choose to use the phone.

"What are you doing? First, let me say I don't play games, you know, big brother I've recently become obsessed with studying, I'm no longer interested in these lowbrow pastimes!"

He stuck his head out the window and replied irritably.

That soul‑shattering voice startled him, not to mention if the surrounding neighbors heard it they'd think he was some kind of man who abandons relationships…

Okay, Li Mingyang admits he was startled, so he couldn't help muttering a couple of complaints in his heart…

"Playing a damn game, I'm now a bona fide striver, okay? Although I can't compare to you, this livestock, my biology score this month has gone up by over twenty points!"

"Besides, I usually listen attentively in class, I feel I'll make significant progress in this monthly exam."

"Off topic, my mom is calling you to eat, hurry up, she said she made your favorite braised pork trotters today…"

Saying this, Luo Yuan paused, his face showing a bit of resentment, truly not knowing who is the biological parent, braised pork trotters being such a troublesome dish…

He himself might not even get to eat it during New Year, but Li Mingyang can have his own mother personally cook it every few days.

Hearing that, Li Mingyang's eyes lit up immediately; although he said it was embarrassing, his actions were lightning fast.

Although he lives on the fifth floor, even with the time to put on shoes, he appeared downstairs in less than a minute.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up, otherwise Mom's braised pork trotters will get cold and not taste good!"

Watching him say that and then instantly disappear into the neighboring hallway, Luo Yuan couldn't help but feel a black line of exasperation—how had he not noticed before how thick‑skinned this family is?

Moreover, thinking about his own position in the family hierarchy at home, which is even worse than Li Mingyang this troublesome friend, Luo Yuan couldn't help but sincerely remark:

"Choosing friends poorly!"

……

"Mingyang, haven't your parents come over yet?"

Entering the room, Luo Yuan's mother was still busy in the kitchen, and Li Mingyang's long‑awaited braised pork trotters had already been placed on the table.

Upon seeing Li Mingyang enter, Luo Fang warmly greeted him to sit down, then brought a plate of sliced fruit while asking:

"Not yet, but next week should be about right; when things settle down a bit, my mom should come over."

"Okay, when they come over, tell Auntie; Auntie wants to treat them to a meal, not wasteful, just at home, let them try Auntie's cooking."

Regarding Li Mingyang, this sensible young man, Luo Fang genuinely likes and feels grateful, often unable to help remarking that her son has made a true good friend.

If it weren't for Li Mingyang, her pesky son wouldn't think about studying at all; he'd just know to play games every day.

Although he only turned over a new leaf now in his senior year, the saying goes, a prodigal's return is worth more than gold; even if it's late, he should at least be able to get into an ordinary undergraduate program.

It's far better than the previous scores that barely got him into a junior college!

And all of this, Luo Fang clearly knows in her heart, is due to the efforts of this little guy before her.

Therefore, under the principle of loving the house and thus the crow, Luo Fang even thought of thanking Li Mingyang's parents, and even in her heart she had already started planning what dishes to prepare when the time comes!