Vol 2 Chapter 13

In the early morning of the eighth day, a corner of the library was cleared. It’s far enough away from the morning librarians, and the group that surrounds the corner, that there are two prefects from the eighth and sixth years, enough to keep anyone curious about it away.

An Xu was the last to arrive and raised his eyebrows at the situation.

“I invited some friends to witness together, I hope you don’t mind.” Lance said hypocritically.

“No. Just as long as you’re happy.” An Xu gave him a weird look, then looked at Marshall who was about to get revenge, the prefects he didn’t know, and the onlookers who were cheering, and found a seat sat down.

“Go ahead,” Marshall said.

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth…”

anna. Sullivan began to recite cracklingly. Her voice was quiet, but fast and clear. Those who checked with books could barely keep up with her speed. The senior students in the seminary all recite the Bible, and the words of the saints are also within the scope of study, but there are very few people like her without thinking, and there is no one who can complete twelve bookshelves in a week.

“Please start with St. Joseph, Chapter 3.” Lance interrupted her and pulled out a biography.

“So St. Joseph received God’s will and dedicated his eldest son to the gods…” Anxu said without a pause.

The story of St. Joseph is the most complex of the thirty-two saints, involving many names, places and dates. After she easily finished reciting three chapters, everyone was no longer as calm as at the beginning.

Marshall’s expression began to turn bad. Could it be that Anna had recited it a long time ago at home and set him a trap on purpose? No, this is impossible, how many nobles would memorize so many books without intending to fall into the arms of the Lord? Even the Sullivans, who are as devout as Lance, didn’t they only memorize the Bible when they came here?

Marshall looked at Lance, Lance was expressionless, and those who were familiar with him could see the gloom under the calm expression. Who has him clear? The Sullivans were impious, more attached to the dirty world and worldly kings than to the light. How could a child from the same family memorize the Bible? He looked at Anna, and Miss Sullivan’s expression was not a little guilty, but rather boring, as if she was doing something that could be done with her eyes closed.

“Impossible…” Marshall muttered to himself.

Everyone is in this mood. If the eyes have color, the air will already be filled with various routes, connecting everyone present. They looked at each other in dismay, and the mood of watching a good show disappeared, if they didn’t want to see Anna. The scene where Sullivan conceded, why did they come here?

Although Mason’s mind is not very good, he is brave, pious and not weak. He was once expected to be the guard of a priest or even a bishop. But now there is no chance, the public flogging not only failed to solve his shadow, but also completely frightened him out of courage. The rumors have been repeatedly banned, and the fermentation of several months has made Anna feel sad. Sullivan has become a nightmare for the lower grades. Although these senior students are not afraid of her, they also share the same hatred and want to knock back the nail that suddenly jumped out of the rules.

If Anna wins, doesn’t it mean that they are not as good as an ungodly devil in what they are proud of?

“Saint Ela, chapter four.”

“Era said, if…”

“Wait, start from the back,” Lance said.

“Chapter Five? The Lamb of the Lord is here…”

“No, you made a mistake. You recite it backwards from the last word.” Lance said, “Have you forgotten? The condition of our bet is, ‘reciprocate thoroughly’.”

Start with the last word and recite it backwards.

The tenseness of the seniors disappeared, and Marshall even laughed. From the “Bible” to “the language of the saints” is not the only trap. Lance is a cautious person. From the very beginning, he thought of everything, and he must prevent this lunatic from making a comeback. He smiled and looked into Anna’s face, what was the use of her staring at him?

“It’s a pity that you don’t become a lawyer.” She took a deep look at Lance, “Now I really regret the terms of the bet.”

“It’s a pity that no matter what you do, you can’t reduce your punishment.” Lance laughed.

“Reduce? No, no, no, you misunderstood me. What I said was increase. You should be counted as a bastard. If you lose, you run around the academy naked and shout ‘I’m a shameless bastard’ It will work.” An Xu sighed and said, “I have to try again next time.”

Then, she spit out a string of weird words.

At first they thought it was a string of curses, but the string of language had a strange sense of regularity, as fast and fluent as the recitation just now. Soon someone took a breath, and the healer exclaimed in a low voice, “She’s doing it backwards!”

Everyone’s face changed.

Lance said “backwards,” and Ann gave him “backwards”—not just words, but every letter backwards, into a weird but unmistakable pronunciation. She opened and closed her mouth as they watched, like a witch casting a spell.

The pronunciation of reading it backwards is very discordant, not to mention reciting it, even reciting it stutters, but An Xu did it with ease. For Anxu now, reciting is as easy as reading.

Whether it’s because of the “second ability” or because of his extraordinarily strong mental power, An Xu’s memory is better than ordinary people. After the successful meditation, the qualitative change produced a quantitative change, and her ability could not only be described as a good memory.

Never forget.

Meditation promotes inner vision, quantifying abstract “memory”. She had never understood the existence of memory palaces in film and television novels, but now she has seen her own memory library without a teacher. All the books that have been read once will appear in the library, and reciting them is like repeating the scriptures. Even if you start from the last page backwards and jump, it is not difficult for An Xu. Seven days is enough for her to finish reading the book, and skillfully learn to use the books in the memory library.

“Will I win, or are you going to stand here and wait for me to finish reading?” She stopped after reading a chapter, and glanced at the faces with unsightly complexions, “It’s a bit miserable, the face is swollen or something. That’s fine, I’ll get tired myself if I play for hours on end.”

An Xu’s gaze rested on Lance, she smiled and said, “I would also like to thank you for having a lot of attendants, Mr. Who. I quite like this kind of collective face-slapping.”

Everyone’s face felt like a slap in the face.

“Let’s go.” Lance pursed his lips, “I will continue to notarize here.”

“Impossible! Maybe she just bumped into it by chance, and didn’t really recite all of it!” Marshall panicked, and looked at Lance as if looking for a backbone. Lance waved his hand, and the others hurriedly bowed their heads and left.

“I can’t tell, you’re pretty flexible.” An Xu thought brokenly, “In this case, shouldn’t you be like the guy next to you shouting ‘No, I don’t believe it, it must be cheating’ and continue to find faults and be beaten by the protagonist It’s hard to beat the face to death, sure enough, I didn’t recharge the mentally handicapped halo of the supporting role when I bought the halo of the protagonist. But it’s interesting in this way, there are so many people who get angry when they see me that the character set is repeated.”

“Can you tell me how you memorized everything?” Lance said in a deep voice, ignoring her incomprehensible crazy words.

“Rely on my clever mind.” An Xu looked at them very embarrassedly, “It may be a little difficult for you to understand.”

“You!” Marshall gasped.

“I always use the word ‘you’ to call it lack of momentum, my dear, you need to read more books to increase your vocabulary.”

“you!”

“Look, it’s useless to strengthen the tone just after you finish speaking.”

“Is this what you rely on?” Lance raised a hand and stopped Marshall who was about to speak again, “You have awakened a secondary ability that allows you to recite classics, so you set a trap to lure us and you Contest?”

“You said I was ‘setting a trap’? In terms of face, you are already a qualified missionary.” An Xu sneered.

“We’ve already lost.” Lance said sadly.

An Xu looked him up and down as if meeting him for the first time, and said, “You gave up so early?”

“We lost the so-called match we promised you!” Lance lowered his head.

An Xu was amazed, and stopped talking. Looking at Lance’s flawless confession face, she felt that something was wrong. She wouldn’t be so surprised if Marshall, who was immediately hooked, came to his senses. It’s not uncommon for such an easy-to-jump junior high school boy to be smashed into a teammate by the Friendship Breaking Fist. But Lance? People don’t match.

Lance swept away the uncertainties before, and made a heartbroken speech: “Isn’t your so-called competition just a bet? What a shame! It’s our fault that the raging devil blinded our minds, and we actually accepted it.” your rhetoric.”

“So it’s like this…” Marshall whispered, bowing his head and said with difficulty, “I will copy the Bible a hundred times to confess the sin of rage.”

This style of painting changed suddenly, which made An Xu burst out laughing. Is it all my fault? After losing, why don’t you say that when you agreed to the bet, there was a little devil standing on your shoulder, you smelled a strange smell, and when you came back to your senses, you had already handed over the password of the silver X card… Ah no, it has already been signed Unequal treaties? Now that things are still pretending, why don’t you say a few more handsome and cruel words.

According to common sense, now is a good time for reconciliation. Facing two faces, regardless of whether they are sincere or fake, the adults say a lot that it doesn’t matter, and then say a few words that sound powerful, and there is a high chance that Marshall, a Stockholm teenager in the second grade, will become a teammate. Even if the relationship with them has not changed, expressing the past at this time can still give An Xu some impression points, making her look like a magnanimous hero, and will not be called a villain by those who sympathize with the loser Success.

An Xu has been playing online games for so many years and has been out of the society for a few years. He has been reminded countless times how to appear to have a high EQ, so many times that when he encounters such an occasion in his dream, he reflexively thinks of other people’s good intentions. you’re so dumb! What about taking a step back? If you are so aggressive, doesn’t it make you look small? What should I do if I am hated by a villain? To self-cultivation! Girls have to learn to show weakness and not stand up to them. Although XXX is a female cousin, she has a high EQ! That’s why she’s so likable, so she can get a lot of help, blah blah blah…

However, what should I do if I don’t want to forgive those guys who don’t make sense at all?

Rather than go against my nature to be all-round and slick, and seek the convenience brought by those who don’t like the future, for me—

An Xu put his hands on his hips, looked up to the sky and laughed in a villainous manner: “It’s late! If repentance is useful, why do you need hell?”

—Sure enough, the most important thing is to have fun.