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Xiao Lin got up, brushed the dust off his pants, and bid goodbye to Wu Qin, Zhang Tingting, and the others happily before leaving. He had gotten substantial gains today; not only did he improve his Basic Meditation level, his hypothesis was proven as well. He had a new understanding of how to use the Academic Genius' replication skill. 

"Eh? You're leaving?" Wu Qin was confused. Xiao Lin's excited and relaxed disposition was different from what she had expected from him.

She estimated the freshman to be demotivated. It was inevitable; reaching the threshold for meditation required talent. Some people could never cross that threshold. It was not a problem that could be solved by coming to the sophomore meditation room. Wu Qin had come up with a speech in her head to comfort this adorable freshman. 

"My problem has been resolved, so I won't bother you all anymore," Xiao Lin thanked everyone again.