Chapter 83): Step Up, Lu Yibei!
When a persons thinking is highly concentrated and unified, they will be able to learn effectively.
Hence, Lu Yibei was unable to learn effectively. Looking out the window, he could hear many thoughts attempting to overpower his own.
The wills of the urban legends in his brain were overwhelming him: I need to buy dog food, I need to get groceries, I need to hunt for some urban legends, I want to play football
Assholes! All of you! Lu Yibei yelled in his brain.
Yibei complained in his heart, and he felt the nudge of a pen poking him from behind.
Hey, bud, the teacher is calling you.
A-ah, Yibei said, standing up and nodding towards the teacher.
I just explained about Cao Pis Literary Theory. Could you explain his standards for examining oneself and others?
The professor on the podium looked to be in his fifties, but he was hale and hearty, with a hint of sternness hidden within his bushy brows.
His name is Ma; some students think he is narrow-minded and short-tempered.
Hence, many students looked towards Yibei with an expression of pity, fully knowing that he wasnt paying attention in class.
All I know is that his father loves collecting concubines! How the hell am I supposed to know about his whatever-theory?
The student behind him whispered.
Dude, youre kinda done. I flipped through the book to help you, but it isnt in the textbook. Good luck.
Uh, oh.
Seeing that Yibei wasnt answering, the professor showed a sinister smile.
Its not a big deal if you cant answer; Ill just be deducting the points from your grade!
What the?
Streaks of scarlet ink painted upon Lu Yibeis brain: soccer, danger,
Yibei nodded.
Good, good. Come to my lab next Monday!
Yibei forced out a fake smile, and the professor turned to leave.
Shit. I forgot to ask where his lab is.
Lu Yibei walked to the cafeteria with a heavy heart, silently giddy about how he had answered the professors question correctly.
It seems that gaining the memories of the cores he devoured isnt so bad after all.
I need to find a way to study their memories carefully.
Just as he was thinking, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice.
Taking out his phone, he saw that Sumi had sent him a message.
He must want my cooking again, he smiled, tapping on the message.
Debt collector? Yibeis brows furrowed as he swiped through the photos Sumi had just sent, and he was visibly taken aback.
H-how did she find me?
Did she find out I left my mark on her forehead?
Does she know Im not actually a girl?
He bit his finger and hurriedly tapped a reply.
[If she asks, tell her that you dont know me.]
[I did!]
[But]
[You shouldnt play around with peoples money like that. God may punish you!]
[Oh.]