Our family opened a food stall in the night market of the asteroid 27. I relied on the induction stove to heat the pot, stewed the soup with my father's inspired taste, collected money with my mother's roar, and cleared the table, which has always been mine since I was seven years old.
My name is Yan Qingning, and I am the youngest daughter of our family's food stall. My official status is "a registered citizen of the Border Autonomous Star City." I am a non-registered student, non-military, and non-professional. In other words, from the perspective of the entire Starlink system - I am just a citizen with no identity.
But I have something that no one else has.
A talking stone.
That night, I had just driven away the last table of guests and was about to clean the pots and stoves when I heard a "boom" in the back kitchen. I saw that it was a strange gray stone that suddenly appeared in the firewood room of our house. It was round, as big as a palm, and looked a bit like a marinated goose egg.
I squatted down and took it. It was cold and still damp.
"... Don't touch me."
I almost threw it into the pot.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Yu Huai, and I am the remaining core intelligence of the third line of summoning from the ancient contract spirit system."
I was silent for a while, took a rag and wrapped it up: "Speak humanly."
It held it in for a long time and finally said in a different way: "I can help you enter the 'Interstellar Cultivation Academy'."
I threw it back to the ground.
"We only accept cash here."
But I didn't expect that it could actually conjure things.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I found a vine growing under the bed. It was as thick as noodles, with half a star pattern wrapped around it.
——That is the contract inscription line that only those who succeed in the academy trial are qualified to wear.
"You have been chosen," Shitou said slowly. "The 'Rootless Vine' of Qi Ling's lineage has recognized you as their master."
"You are too messy," I held my head, "I still have to help my mother sell fried noodles!"
"You can now take part in the trial of the 'Guiyuan Cultivation Academy'," Shitou said like an old man. "You have contracted with the vine spirit and know the ancient seal. If you give up, it will be a breach of contract."
"What do you think I am?!"
"Summoner."
"I'm a fried rice noodle guy."
"You are now a 'spiritual plant contractor'."
——In this way, I was forced to leave the food stall and board a spaceship bound for the main star with a vine that grew wildly on the balcony every day, a talking stone, and fifty-seven star coins in pocket money.
And on that ship, there were eight other candidates.
In other words, not only was I selected, but I also had to participate in the contract trial with others.
And I have no "teacher" or "background", only the smell of oily smoke and an iron pot that is very good at stir-frying.
But it doesn't matter.
I remember Shitou said something to me:
"Guiyuan Academy only accepts summoners who can survive. They are not the strongest."
I looked down at the light green vine pattern on my palm and suddenly wanted to laugh.
If I really get admitted to the college, I will treat the whole college to the spicy stir-fried rattan pepper chicken from our food stall.
——But the premise is that I have to survive first.
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