The physique test results are in, determining recovery, stamina, and bodily resilience. Strength determines explosive power and overall strength, as well as muscle form. Intelligence has been increased, making it convenient to learn system knowledge. Now, only agility remains.
He focused his gaze on the agility attribute. Soon, agility jumped from 0.23 to 0.33.
In the moment the numbers changed, Galon felt a sudden lightness throughout his body. His vision blurred momentarily, and his mind felt empty, as if he had shed a great weight.
It was as though he had been wearing a heavy iron armor that he suddenly shed. He felt significantly lighter, as if a slight effort could make him jump high.
"My previous comparative analysis of other data shows that a normal person's attributes should average around 0.3. I used to be slower than others, even running at a slower pace. Now it seems the average speed attribute for a normal person is also around 0.3. However, this data is not a good indicator of multiples; it would be better if 1 could be the average attribute standard for a normal person."
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Galon saw all the data in his vision begin to slowly change.
After about ten seconds, all the data had completely transformed.
Strength 1.77, Agility 1.10, Constitution 1.03, Intelligence 1.20. Potential 80%.
"Indeed, this ability adjusts based on the information obtained by my brain. It seems my strength attribute has already reached one and a half times that of a normal person. No wonder I can easily break through glass and punch through a 200-pound punching bag."
Galon turned off the light, opened the window to air out the room, then stripped down to his underwear and lay on the bed, enveloped in a feeling of ethereal lightness. Without dwelling on other thoughts, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
After an indeterminate amount of time, he drowsily opened his eyes to the sound of his bedroom door quietly opening. A petite figure stealthily walked in.
It was Ying'er, standing by the bed, quietly looking at him. She was wearing her school's short skirt uniform, with a delicate waist partially visible and the silver zipper barely noticeable. The skirt barely covered her thighs, revealing the black stockings underneath.
"Brother, actually... actually... I..."
Galon sleepily sat up.
"Ying'er? What are you doing here so late?" He looked at his sister by the bedside. In the moonlight, she seemed especially beautiful and pure tonight. Particularly as she unconsciously held onto her skirt, looking down, only her face and neck flushed with a soft pink visible.
"Bro... you... you stay away from other girls... okay?" Ying'er's voice was as faint as a mosquito's.
"Are you talking about Aife? We're just friends," Galon guessed, remembering Aife's suspicious glance when he walked her home, immediately understanding her gaze's implication.
Aife seemed to suspect he liked her, hence her protective stance. And her refusal to let him continue escorting her home was not just about not wanting him to know where she lived but also a rejection, rejecting his advances.
"Just got rejected by a girl, and now I'm being confessed to by my sister. Ying'er, only in your innocent heart could you think your brother is the most outstanding, unbeatable by anyone. That girls could like him, as if afraid your brother would be taken away. But outsiders don't think so," Galon thought to himself with a bitter smile.
"Is that woman bothering you? That's terrible...!" Ying'er clenched her fists."Just promise not to talk to that Aife, and I... I won't hit you anymore!"
Galon's mouth twitched, not responding. He always felt the phrase "I won't hit you anymore" sounded very incongruous coming from his sister... Ying'er, not hearing a response, lowered her head even more, thinking Galon didn't agree.
"Just promise... at worst... at worst... I'll let you..."
She stepped closer, gently grabbing Galon's right hand, slowly, very slowly, sliding it under her skirt...
Galon was suddenly rigid, a warm, moist sensation spreading from his palm throughout his body. In an instant, he felt his blood rush, his body heat up, his throat dry, and his lower body painfully stiff.
Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer!
"Ying'er!" He involuntarily sat up suddenly, his other hand reaching for his sister's waist.
Bang!
Ouch...
Galon opened his eyes.
"An unfamiliar ceiling..." His gaze was blank as he extended his left hand, noticing some dark red bruising under his fingernail, "No... I should say a familiar yet uncomfortable ceiling..."
"It was a dream... I knew it. How could Ying'er suddenly change so much, even to the point of a midnight assault?" He looked up at the red and black checkered ceiling, feeling utterly lethargic and not wanting to move. He felt a vague sense of disappointment.
The bed was warm, while cold air continuously poured in from the window, creating two different worlds.
"It seems I've indeed been influenced by the customs of this world... Here, it's common for marriages within three generations, not to mention a sister with no blood relation. It's normal for a teenager to have such fantasies."
He slowly got out of bed, dressed in layers, with a cotton undershirt beneath his shirt and standard trousers and a black coat on the outside.
"Mom, what if my clothes are torn?" His sister's voice came from the living room outside.
"We'll take it to Mark the tailor to mend, along with your brother's clothes which also got a tear yesterday," his mother, Benira, responded.
"Nila, hurry up, the company car is almost here," his father urged, "Where's my tie? The red one!"
"In the wardrobe."
"I can't find it."
"Then use the black one!"
"Alright, make do. Hurry up!"
"Ying'er, help me with the zipper on the back, it's stuck!"
"Okay, mom."
Galon opened the bedroom door, standing at the threshold.
In the living room, his father, Aisen, was frantically tying his tie, while his mother was getting help from Ying'er to wear a cinched knee-length skirt.
"Galon's up? Breakfast is bread and milk, one egg each. If it's cold, warm it up in the oven. We're leaving now, we're running out of time," his mother said after fixing her skirt, grabbing her purse, and rushing to the door.
"You guys hurry up and eat, then head to class. We're leaving!" his father also hurried out the door.
Bang.
The door closed.
Ying'er sighed deeply and turned to look at Galon.
"Hurry up and wash up, then eat breakfast. We need to catch the bus. It's almost seven!"
"Okay," Galon headed to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, he splashed cold water on his face.
The icy water instantly tightened his skin, dispelling any lingering sleepiness.
"Today's my competition. You have to come watch," Ying'er said loudly from the bathroom door after getting dressed. "If you dare to sneak off to watch the girls' swimming competition like last time, I'll let you know why the flowers are so red!" She waved her fist.
"Got it, got it..." Galon nodded helplessly. He had lived for decades; how could he still be swayed by adolescent desires like a young boy? Last night's dream must have been influenced by the residual consciousness of the previous Galon.
Yes, definitely.
He affirmed once more in the mirror.
The reflection showed a boy with black-purple hair, dark red eyes, and crystal-clear skin, free from any signs of acne. He also naturally exuded a sense of confidence and dominance.
"Alright, stop looking. Let me use it!"
Ying'er squeezed past to the right, joining Galon to look in the mirror. Carefully clipping her hair, she glanced at Galon's face, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"It's safer with the old face..." she muttered softly.
"What did you say?" Galon didn't catch it.
"Nothing, hurry up."
Life went on as usual: catching the bus, attending classes, having lunch. Due to the competition in the afternoon, they were given half a day off.
Galon followed his classmates to the outdoor archery range at the back of the school.
Students from various classes formed small groups around the area, some even holding poles with banners that read "Go XX!" Some directly shouted as cheerleaders.
The range consisted of red targets and shooting lanes, where archers had to shoot from the lane and hit the red targets, scoring based on the rings hit from the center.
Galon found a spot to stand and watch from the left, surrounded by other students and teachers who came to observe.
The sunlight was somewhat white, lacking warmth.
After waiting for a while and about three batches later, it was Ying'er's turn to compete.
She wore a pristine white archery uniform on top and black skirt pants below, resembling a black-and-white Hanfu. One hand wore a brown-yellow glove, and the other held a brown wooden bow over a meter long.
Then, slowly, along with two other competitors, she took her place at one of the three shooting positions, beginning to wear a leather brown chest protector to cover half of her chest.
"Now entering the field are Ying'er from Class 6 of the first year, Ilya from Class 7, and David Jones from Class 8. Among them, Ying'er from Class 6 is a key member of the archery club, while Ilya from Class 7 has won awards in city archery competitions. Although David Jones is new to archery, participating in this competition is a severe test and training for her..."
A commentator teacher loudly narrated through a megaphone.
"Earlier, Elizabeth from Class 7 of the third year shot 5 rings at 10 points from 40 meters, a peak achievement that's almost impossible to surpass. Now, let's see if Ying'er from the first year and the archery masters from the second year, including Suma, can approach or break this record."
Galon, standing far away, waved and smiled when he saw Ying'er looking in his direction.
Ying'er focused, and with the start signal, she slowly raised her bow and drew it back.