The next morning.
Andrew was pulled out of bed by Annie.
"Wait, Sis... Just five minutes more!
"Three minutes!"
Half an hour later, Andrew changed into his school uniform with a dark face.
After washing up, he sat at the dining table.
Breakfast was simple: a glass of milk and two pieces of croissants.
Andrew ate the bread and said, "Sister, I've decided. I want to get into Stanford University."
"What?"
Annie wondered if she had heard wrong.
Stanford University's martial arts department was ranked in the top three among all the universities.
Even a martial arts genius like her from Massachusetts did not have the confidence to get into Stanford University.
Leaving martial arts aside, even if it was a liberal arts program, with Andrew's current results, it was no different from dreaming if he wanted to be admitted into Stanford University.
However, Annie did not strike Andrew's confidence.