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When he woke up again, it was already evening.

Xia Mang opened his sleepy eyes and weakly sat up in a daze.

Although his consciousness had returned long ago, his mind was filled with the scenes before he fainted.

He was certain that he had never encountered anything stranger than this in his life.

What was that old man formed from smoke?

Xia Mang thought about it, and when he thought about the pain in his brain, he couldn't come to a conclusion.

Soul?

This was too f * cking mystical. It was impossible. The development of science and technology had long proven that the so-called soul was actually brain waves.

Furthermore, he had never heard of anyone whose brain waves were so strong that they could directly appear in the physical world.

Thinking of this, Xia Mang laughed and shook his head, he believed that he had only been dreaming.

He raised his head and looked at the old-fashioned clock on the wall. It was eight in the night, but Du Dongyan and Xia Yuntian had not come back yet.

However, for his parents, this kind of work and rest time had long become the norm.

Xia Mang massaged his temples and walked into the kitchen, easily making a few simple meals and placing them on the table, waiting for his parents to return. At the same time, putting aside what happened just now, he casually grabbed a large book filled with information on Battle Mechas, and started studying it.

Becoming an expert in Battle Mecha had always been his dream and goal. Since Ye Zhongliang said that he couldn't do it, then he would have to put in a lot of effort to prove himself.

There are many respectable professions in the world.

For example, a composer who could compose songs that could shake one's soul, or a soul singer who could purify one's soul, or a powerful Star Soldier who could roam the universe using his physical body to fight for humanity. These jobs had a myriad of halos around them, and they had made a great contribution to the society. They had also received glory points relatively faster, becoming revered by countless people.

But behind Endless Glory was the extremely high difficulty to start a business, which made many people stop in their tracks.

Xia Mang was very clear of his own talent. He did not have the talent or the conditions to become a soul composer or singer, nor did he have the qualifications to become a Star Warrior with an extremely strong personal ability. As for the other top classes, the difficulty wasn't too far off. In short, they weren't suitable for him.

Since he was unable to enter the top ranks of human society, he could only take a step back.

As for Battle Mecha Masters, they were the profession that Xia Mang was most interested in, and one that had a brighter future.

From the moment humans stepped into the Universe era, in order to plunder resources and allow their entire race to develop more quickly, it was inevitable that conflicts would arise between them and the powerful alien race.

However, the cost of nurturing powerful soldiers was too high, and the individual talent requirements were too harsh. It was impossible to mass produce them, so mechs that could be wielded by ordinary soldiers gradually became an indispensable tool for war.

The birth of Battle Mechas made up for the disparity in talent between humans and alien race. It also made up for the fact that humans were not able to fight in large scale interstellar battles. As of now, mechs have been used in all fields. It was one of the greatest technological changes of the universe.

Mecha pilots were the kind of people who focused on the subject of mecha piloting and the creation of powerful mecha pilots.

It could be said that a top-tier mecha pilot would have a status comparable to that of a Star Soldier.

However, to become a top-notch expert, how difficult would that be? It would require an extremely large reserve of knowledge and the ability to combine it with strong theoretical practices. Therefore, Xia Mang knew very well that he still had a long way to go.

Time passed quickly.

The sound of the door opening let Xia Mang finish his studies.

He looked at the door and saw that his mother had come home.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

Du Dongyan asked as she changed her shoes.

"He's reading a book."

Xia Mang raised the book in his hand.

"Another mecha book?"

Du Dongyan frowned, but she was clearly dissatisfied when she said the last three words, "Your Professor Ye only called me today."

"Got it, didn't you just say that this morning?"

Xia Mang muttered.

Du Dongyan raised her head and drank a mouthful of saliva: "I said a few words and you're already tired of it. All you do is read these kinds of extracurricular books and it's not even helpful to your results, what's the use? "I might as well …"

But before she finished speaking, Xia Mang firmly interrupted her, "Mom, this time, my overall grades are around average."

"I was able to enter the Special classes on the basis of my hard skills, not on the basis of some unorthodox methods. Why would they target me all the time?"

Speaking to this point, Xia Mang was a little excited, "Could it be that it's because my genetic evolution level can't keep up with my classmates? As a teacher, he doesn't even have the basic of respect! "

Du Dongyan didn't speak, and waited for his son to finish venting her emotions before sighing, "Child, your father and I actually know that you have suffered a lot, but what can we do? You want to be a mecha pilot? We all know that, but you're still a student. It's imperative that you keep track of the contents of the class. "

At this point, she suddenly sighed, "In the end, it's all because we don't have the ability …"

Xia Mang interrupted her again, "Mom, this has nothing to do with you."

His voice was sonorous and powerful, carrying an unquestionable, powerful conviction. "Just because I am born ordinary doesn't mean that I will remain ordinary!"

"Becoming a mecha pilot is my choice. I believe it's the right choice."

Xia Mang had been holding back his words for a long time. He knew that his mother hated the word 'mecha master', but at this moment, the combination of grievance and excitement made him reveal his thoughts.

"Alright!"

Du Dongyan also nodded her head, "Then mother will not say anymore, in short, the relationship between us and the teachers will be better, after all we are just small citizens."

Xia Mang said: "Mom, I know, as long as Ye Zhongliang doesn't intentionally cause trouble for me, I will still treat him as my teacher."

"However, if that's not the case, then I can only fight back with my eyes, and my teeth with my teeth."

Naturally, he didn't say the latter part.

After a silent night, father Xia Yuntian did not return home because he had been on duty throughout the night. The next day, just as dawn broke, Du Dongyan went out to work again.

Xia Mang also woke up early and started to read the books on Battle Mecha.

As long as he could pass the Beginner Mecha Pilot entrance examination in high school, he would definitely be shocked, and at that time, Ye Zhongliang would have nothing to say.

It was a day of hard work and hard work. It was also a day of sleeping and covering one's head. Everyone had their own choice in how to live their lives.

And Xia Mang's choice was to dive into the sea of books, and fight with all his might to advance forward.

The holiday brought by the incident may have been an opportunity for those students with well-off families to indulge their natural instincts, but for him, it was the best time for them to charge their family with high levels of power.

Without realizing it, a day had passed. Both lunch and dinner were settled in a bucket of instant noodles.

Xia Mang rubbed his temples, then closed his eyes and recalled the contents of the paper he had memorized today.

Don't bite off more than you can chew, want more than you can achieve, review is an essential part of learning.

However, he soon opened his eyes wide, and they were filled with disbelief.

Xia Mang was shocked to realize that every page he had seen just now had all become an extremely clear image in his mind. Every word, every sentence, was as clear as it could be.

"This...?"

He quickly picked up the book and compared it with the pictures in his mind.

"It's actually the same. There's not a single difference."

Xia Mang was stupefied for a long time before regaining his senses. After sensing the change, he was only excited for a moment, before he calmed down.

Everything has its causes and effects. His previous memory couldn't have reached such an abnormal level.

Then there is an absolute prerequisite for such a change.

Biologically speaking, the enhancement of the human body's ability could only be achieved through genetic evolution, in addition to daily targeted exercise.

However, their own family's economic conditions simply didn't have the ability to support the resources needed for gene evolution. That was why their genetic level fell behind most of the students in their class.

Furthermore, he had never done any specific exercises on memory.

Then this rapid progress could only be attributed to the mysterious bottle.

Xia Mang shook his head with all his might. He suddenly wanted to know the origin of this treasure he had obtained by chance.

However, their home conditions were limited. They didn't have any tools to use to surf the internet, and were unable to access the relevant information on the interstellar network. They could only wait until the end of the vacation and try to use the school library.

Anyway, it wasn't a bad thing to have a stronger memory.

After coming to this conclusion, Xia Mang was too lazy to continue wasting time on this matter. Since his memory had improved by leaps and bounds, he should make good use of it and increase his learning speed.

Thinking of this, he picked up the book again and diligently began to read.