The moment he woke up, An Ran picked up the pen.

Then keep holding the pen for a minute.

Ah?

He obviously remembered it all!

Why can't you remember?

It’s not that I can’t remember anything. Is the drawing front or back? What character does the formula represent? It feels like it’s C, but what does C stand for?

An Ran stared at the notebook in his hand and wrote and drew. He wanted to copy the drawings, but ended up drawing a humanoid slime.

Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh!

Why can’t I remember it? I clearly remembered it before going offline! I even drew all the drawings in the virtual space...

An Ran is desperate.

He was ready to let the armed helicopter pick him up, that's it?

"Am I really a fool?"

An Ran lay back down in despair, her face was pale and there was no trace of life left.

The first class, cyber economics, is late.

But the problem is not too big.

Considering various reasons, the school no longer arrests latecomers.

"Lao Liu, what's wrong with you? Have you encountered any difficulty?"

The brothers all looked at the man whose soul had drifted outside his body with worry.

With a pale face, eyes like dead fish, and a shape like a gaunt tree, he looks worse than the brother in the next class who failed to confess his love and wanted to jump off the building.

"Did something happen in the wild? How about you tell me your location and we will pick you up?"

"Yes, we will pick you up and we will definitely let you enter the city alive."

An Ran's eyes regained some vitality, and he murmured to himself: "Am I really a fool? My brain is actually a reptile. In fact, it is not easy for me to live, right? I am not qualified to learn human technology at all...

”

The brothers have question marks on their faces.

This symptom is a bit strange.

It seems that the self-information has been greatly affected?

"What happened? Just tell us and we will help you find a solution."

An Ran smiled bitterly.

"I wanted to bring back technology from another world, but... I couldn't bring it back at all. I laughed to death because my brain is that of a reptile and I can't understand real wisdom at all. I shouldn't be sitting here, I should be lying down

On the cabbage..."

This time everyone understands.

Wu Wa adjusted her black-rimmed glasses with a serious look on her face.

"I understand. Lao Liu came into contact with the technology of the ancient cyber world and wanted to bring it back, but he failed, so he was so disappointed."

Several others quickly asked.

"What technology is it?"

An Ran murmured to himself: "There is no use for any technology. I can't remember anything. I can't remember formulas or drawings. I'm done. My future is gone. No, my future is lying."

On the cabbage, talk to Sister Hua about the taste of cabbage."

Lao Wu rolled his eyes, "Are you talking about Sister Hua?"

An Ran glanced at Lao Wu blankly, and replied without thinking: "You are not Sister Hua, you are a jar."

Lao Wu had a question mark on his face.

In An Ran's eyes, the jar of good and evil swayed left and right, which was disgusting.

The morning's cyber economics passed away in a corpse.

In the afternoon, there is still a martial arts exchange class. From now on, every afternoon will be a martial arts class. After other martial arts teachers take up their posts, you can change to another class, but no matter what you choose, it will be a martial arts class.

An Ran, who had been lying dead for a long time, suddenly became lively and energetic, flipping the stick up and down in a very domineering manner.

That was a stick technique that the monk only demonstrated once.

Yesterday I broke it down and talked about only the first paragraph.

"Lao Liu! Did you practice secretly in the virtual world?"

Virtual world?

An Ran shook his head. He had searched for it. It is said that there is no shortage of martial arts courseware in the ancient world, but after searching for it, he found that there was really not a single one.

There is only boxing, and mechanical fighting skills that are similar to Muay Thai but definitely not the same thing.

Others are firearms.

Oh, by the way, the dagger has assassination skills, but compared to Silk Thread, he is his younger brother.

"No, I just thought that since I only have the head of a bug, I should train my body well and become a muscular bug so that I won't be useless."

All students have question marks on their faces.

If this guy didn't lie, didn't open a small stove, and never learned it before.

The stick technique that was only demonstrated once was demonstrated yesterday, and you can learn it today. If these are the heads of insects, then what are they? Miscellaneous bacteria?

"I'm done demonstrating."

An Ran returned the favor and returned to the team.

The monk looked at An Ran and said seriously: "Little friend, you have wisdom."

An Ran still has empty eyes.

He felt that the monk was comforting him.

He was a little touched by this. Monks are kind.

In this class, no matter how the muscles in the body groaned, An Ran completed all the exercises with a straight face.

During this period, I didn’t cry out about pain, and I cried out about tiredness once.

This is the last dignity of a bug! If he cannot persist in this, he will really have nothing.

However, An Ran also noticed after class that the stick movements were very simple to him and he could remember them after just one look.

Just like the night is dark, it is natural.

In this regard, An Ran concluded that he has a stronger perception of specific things, space perception, and dynamic object perception. His talent may be in combat.

That night, the whole school ran a five-kilometer race without formation, and An Ran actually ran the entire distance with the first batch of teams!

Everyone felt the cry coming from the boy's body.

"Hey, hey, that's from your dormitory, right? What happened to you? Did you get dumped? Or did you find out that the other person was a man through online dating? I feel like he's going to kill someone."

"It's so scary. He ran past me, and his eyes looked like he wanted to eat me."

"I greeted him and he glared at me."

Everyone nodded.

At this moment, Anron gave them the feeling that it was so scary and they wanted to stay away.

One of the female classmates was so frightened that she hid her nail clippers.

In response, the four Calabash brothers looked blank.

They knew the truth, but they didn't understand why Enron reacted so violently.

Isn’t it normal to be unable to remember a subject you’ve never encountered before for the first time?

Just like the Japanese kanagi, which is a combination of five tones and ten tones, it is extremely simple.

But people who learn it for the first time generally cannot remember it. Even if they can read it out in order, they cannot recognize it individually without looking at the phonetic symbols.

"Third brother, I feel that An Ran got into trouble accidentally. How about we tell him that we can't do this?"

The brothers exchanged glances and shook their heads, "That won't work. It will only make him think that we are bugs too."

"Then tell him that it would be great if he could memorize all the moves after just one look?"

After all, the monk only asked him to demonstrate the first part of what he taught yesterday, but this guy was so crazy that he performed the whole set.

"You can give it a try. Let's finish the remaining two kilometers first." The brothers tried to speed up, but it soon dropped again, and they couldn't cheer up.

Everyone was silent.

Lao Wu pushed up his glasses, and the bright lenses reflected the light of the street lamp: "I think it's better not to remind Lao Liu and let him think of himself as a bug. Have you ever seen Lao Liu so violent before? In the past few days, it's better not to remind Lao Liu.
To be continued...