After One “Date,” His Scores Went Completely Out of Control

[Reward Distributed: +1 Body Attribute Point. Memory Significantly Enhanced.]

“System, did you mess something up?”

Pei Du asked in disbelief.

Where was the promised Intelligence attribute point?

“According to detection standards, the host’s physique shows clear deficiencies. Fatigue occurred during the date, resulting in lost interaction time with the optimal first-life partner. Therefore, a Body attribute point has been issued.”

“That was a perfectly reasonable nap!”

“……”

“Open my attribute panel.”

“Yes.”

* * * *

[Host: Pei Du]
[Attribute Overview]

• Intelligence: 8
  (Memory, Logical Deduction, Emotional Control…)

• Body: 6 → 7
  (Stamina, Agility, Strength…)

• Appeal: 8 → 9
  (Aura, Appearance, Physique…)

[Note: A fully healthy average person is rated at 5.]

* * * *

The Appeal boost hadn’t been around long, but Pei Du had already realized how extraordinary it was.

It wasn’t just increased attractiveness—his body itself was changing. His physique was becoming more balanced and aesthetically pleasing, uneven muscle lines gradually approaching perfection.

So that was why physique and aura were classified under Appeal?

If his Intelligence reached nine as well, Pei Du felt he could completely stop caring about exams and just do whatever he pleased.

The system really was useless.

Still, a Body upgrade wasn’t unacceptable.

A strong body made everything twice as effective. At the very least, he now felt confident that even at fifty, he could stand tall and declare never surrender, boldly telling every temptation to come at him—making up for all the regrets of his younger years.

As for the significant memory enhancement, Pei Du wanted to test it.

He’d always considered his memory excellent, with strong rote memorization skills. English texts, Chinese passages—read them a few times and he could more or less recite them.

His long-term memory was weaker, but still better than average.

But significantly enhanced… did that mean photographic memory?

With that thought, Pei Du opened his phone and randomly selected a Chinese essay.

He read it once, closed the phone—

Every word was etched into his mind, crystal clear, as if he could recite it backward.

Interesting.

System, I’ll admit it—in my world, the greatest version of me having you by my side is… fairly acceptable.

Back home, Pei Du impatiently tried reciting the passage he’d just read.

Clear. Smooth. Like reading straight from a script.

Pei Du was certain now—this was true photographic memory.

Excited, he pulled out a stack of essay materials. He knew argumentative essays were his weakest area because he was too lazy to memorize all those messy template phrases. He preferred flashy prose and elegant transitions over using yesterday’s news as examples.

—His time was meant for light novels and anime.

Now, with photographic memory, all it took was a single read?

The extra time was absurd. He could do whatever he wanted! His scores could climb as high as possible!

Perfect.

Study extra tonight.

Tomorrow’s exam—let the world know someone extraordinary exists.

* * * *

Monday · Grade Score Notification Group

• 1st Place: He Chengxi — 722

• 2nd Place: Shang Ning — 681

• 3rd Place: Pei Du — 679

• 4th Place: …

Saturday’s exam results were released on Monday.

Pei Du’s total score had increased by nearly thirty points.

In the final sprint of senior year, this was an outrageous jump.

His Chinese essay score alone rose by almost ten points; English was nearly perfect.

Still, he was far from the truly great He Chengxi.

“Young master!!!”

Zhao Yu stared at Pei Du’s paper, so shocked he was speechless.

He knew Pei Du was smart—but with how much he messed around every day, no amount of talent should produce this kind of improvement.

And yet Pei Du was now just one step away from second place.

The whole class heard the homeroom teacher’s cheerful voice:

“Everyone should learn from Classmate Pei Du. I’ve always said that a diligent seedling like him scoring high was only a matter of time…”

Not just the homeroom teacher—the Chinese teacher was also full of praise.

She had always believed Pei Du’s overall score lagged because of Chinese. She’d deliberately gone over his weak points in class, again and again.

Hard work never went to waste. His improvement completely satisfied her.

Her teaching hadn’t been in vain.

“What?”

Pei Du glanced at Zhao Yu, deliberately acting unconcerned.

Now wasn’t the time to show off—he needed to stay low-key. Flaunting it would ruin the vibe.

“Young master, did you secretly study behind my back?”

“When have I ever studied behind your back?” Pei Du asked innocently. “I’ve always done it openly, haven’t I?”

“Young master, didn’t we agree on something?”

“…What exactly did I agree to?”

“Nothing.”

Zhao Yu rambled on seriously for ages—pure nonsense.

“……”

Pei Du felt this four-hundred-point scorer was asking to get whipped.

“Young master, could it be that your Friday study session with the top student secretly boosted you that much?”

During break, while heading to the restroom and seeing no one around, Zhao Yu relaxed and teased him freely.

“You’re really smart.”

“Huh?”

Zhao Yu was joking, but Pei Du’s serious reply stunned him.

Pei Du was just playing along—but strictly speaking, it was related.

Without He Chengxi, he never would’ve gotten the reward. Relying purely on self-study would’ve meant cutting most of his leisure time to reach this level.

“You said you studied all day that day, right?”
“Studying all day leads to improvement.”
“That effective? If I’d known, I would’ve gone too.”

Zhao Yu looked full of regret.

“So what did you actually do that day?”

For some reason, Zhao Yu still hadn’t explained.

He lowered his voice even further, afraid someone might overhear:

“I didn’t want to interrupt your date with the top student, didn’t want to be a third wheel, so I made an excuse.”

“……”

Pei Du honestly didn’t know which part of that study session looked like a date.

Everyone seemed convinced he and He Chengxi had something going on—but weren’t they just good friends?

“It wasn’t a date,” Pei Du emphasized again. “Don’t spread rumors. It affects her reputation.”
“I’m not that kind of person.”
“Just a reminder.”

Back in class, the topic ended naturally. Some things in high school were only meant for small circles.

Once something entered the public space, you never knew who was listening.

At his seat, Pei Du rested his chin in his hand, using spare moments to memorize. With his enhanced memory, absorbing information took almost no effort.

Behind him, Chen Xintian stared unblinkingly at the boy’s back.

She felt Pei Du had become more and more attractive lately.

Adolescent boys were terrifying—not only constantly developing, but growing more charming by the day.

Staring at his broad back, Chen Xintian began to imagine her nails leaving faint marks there.

Beside her, her deskmate—her younger sister Chen Xinmei—saw that lovestruck expression and knew her sister was once again fixated on that impotent guy.

She sighed quietly.

She just hoped her sister would wake up soon.

Sis, that impotent pretty boy is all looks and no substance at all.