Results

It's been three days now since I went back in time with the system. To be honest, nothing has changed in my routine. Except maybe spending more time with my family. I didn't want to overdo it to avoid arousing suspicion. And at night, instead of reading manga and news like before, I read the books recommended by the system. I don't want to admit it, but I have to agree with the system, I'm not a genius, but I'm not stupid either.

Anyway, this morning, like every day, I woke up at noon. And even before I could wash up, I heard my father calling me: "Steve, come downstairs."

I didn't know what to expect. I haven't had any problems in the past few days. I went downstairs to the living room, and there was an unbearable tension in the air. I remembered that today was the day of the end-of-year exam results, the results that would determine my future.

My family, not knowing the results as I did, was plunged into agonizing uncertainty. Each passing day seemed to stretch endlessly, each minute was an eternity, and the nights were filled with insomnia as my mother tossed and turned in her bed, praying for a good result, while my father bit his nails to the point of drawing blood, helpless in the face of the wait.

My sisters, though younger than me, understood the stakes. Their own future seemed to depend on mine, and they dared not make a sound, fearing they would disrupt the tense atmosphere in the house. They watched me in silence, their eyes betraying the anxiety that gripped them.

"Come, sit down." my father said.

After sitting down, he continued: "I know you're talented, and you often get good grades. And I also know that this year you didn't put in much effort. Whatever the result, know that we're proud of you, and we'll find a solution no matter what happens."

I had tears in my eyes, I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. So, I lowered my head and picked up the computer.

Silence filled the room as I nervously logged into the website where the results would be published. The seconds felt like hours, until my name appeared on the screen, followed by the words "Passed."

A cry of joy erupted in the house as my parents saw my impassive expression turn into a triumphant smile. My mother burst into tears as she hugged me, realizing the significance of that smile. My father flashed a relieved smile, and my sisters jumped for joy, still unaware that I already knew the result.

The tension that had built up over weeks dissipated as if by magic, replaced by a feeling of collective pride and relief. We had succeeded, and a huge weight had been lifted off our shoulders.

After the initial celebrations, a serious discussion followed. My father and mother had high hopes for my future, and they wanted me to choose a prestigious university for my higher education. They had already made a list of the top-ranked institutions, and they were determined to see me pursue a brilliant academic path.

We spent hours discussing different options, university majors that interested me, and the sacrifices it would entail for the family. My parents were willing to do whatever it took to support my education, even if it meant working harder to finance it.

The discussion was filled with love, pride, and ambition. My parents wanted me to succeed and achieve my dreams. I eventually chose a renowned university to study mathematics. My parents didn't understand why I had chosen this field, but they encouraged me nonetheless. I knew that if I wanted to conquer all domains, I had to start with mathematics. And just as I made my decision, the system spoke again.

[ Congratulations ]

[ The host has understood on their own that to understand and conquer the universe, mastering mathematics is the first step ]

[ Rewards: 20 points ]