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Chapter 113. How happy is life?

At half past eleven in the evening, Li Zhixian was about to leave the bookstore and go home to sleep.

Yingxuetang Bookstore has had a tradition of providing free night reading for poor people since its establishment. Each branch has a capsule hotel-style rest area, complete with pillows, quilts and toiletries, but it is not as comfortable as at home.

Li Zhixian is informal in many aspects, but she has very high requirements for the sleeping environment. Therefore, she currently only uses Yingxuetang Bookstore as a free canteen and has not yet developed it into a permanent hotel.

When she passed the checkout counter with a whiskey carton in one hand, she found that Zhao Yuhan was still studying.

The crystal chandelier above the entrance hall of the bookstore has been turned off. Only a few dim downlights used to create an atmosphere are on in the hall. Hundreds of fireflies gathered together and hung in the upper left corner of the little girl, showering her with light.

Next circle of soft light.

"Aren't you going to sleep? You stayed up late reviewing, and you're going to wear your body down. You can't even pass the first physical test."

Zhao Yuhan didn't even raise her head. She was checking the last big question in her writing and said:

"I'm going to sleep after doing seven more sets of papers. My cultural score is weak. I will definitely not pass the selection according to the normal review method, so I can only spend more time.

In the past, I was too lazy and would only put in appropriate efforts...but that was not enough, far from enough.

If you don't jump, you will never know that you are an eagle."

"What if you're not an eagle?"

"If not an eagle, a leap can at least put an end to a mediocre life."

Li Zhixian rubbed his brows and had no interest in arguing with the middle school girl. He just secretly used a quick physical examination magic on Zhao Yuhan. After using it, he realized that it was unnecessary.

She glanced at the light blue 996 medical bracelet on Zhao Yuhan's wrist to make sure it was not red, then left the checkout counter with the box of Irish whiskey.

"I'll come over for breakfast at eight o'clock tomorrow. Don't sleep too late and won't be able to get up in the morning."

Li Zhixian was walking on the way home, took out a bottle of wine and drank it all. He threw the empty bottle back and accurately flew into the recyclable trash can on the corner without making a sound.

There was no sound in her heart.

How can I say the truth that will only hurt others?



At four o'clock in the morning, in the Yingxuetang Bookstore, Zhao Yuhan was still full of energy. She was writing faster and faster. She could finish a set of real test papers in a few minutes. The trash can at her feet was already full of people who had filled in the answers.

A crumpled test paper.

Not only that, her learning efficiency increased to 28 times with the help of the Inner Demon Diligence Method, which is the highest efficiency she can achieve after her brain is fully loaded.

Those test papers that seemed to be taken only once and then thrown into the trash can had actually been chewed in her mind more than a dozen times. The process of checking, correcting, and redoing was all completed in her mind, and each knowledge point was deeply rooted in her mind.

Engraved into her hippocampus.

There is no need to sleep or relax, energy and concentration are always maintained at the best state, and you can enter "flow" anytime and anywhere. Zhao Yuhan has never felt so good, and the price of all this is:

After turning on this state, the lifespan will be reduced by one day every hour.

When Zhao Yuhan learned about this method of improvement called "concentration", she was a little hesitant at first.

She has been taught since she was a child that the most precious thing for a person is life. Is it really worth shortening lifespan to improve efficiency?

In the process of confronting her second inner demon, she saw her childish self in the past.

I want to realize my dream, but I don’t want to have fun.

I can't help but invest a lot of time in chasing stars, variety shows, TV series, novels, games, and animations. Most of the time I study absentmindedly and inefficiently, and sometimes a whole day passes without even realizing it.

Nothing has been gained, nothing has been achieved, and I can only lose my confidence again and again because of my laziness.

Those short-lived happiness eventually turned into bubble-like memories, fleeting and not helpful at all to improving yourself.

How much time have I wasted like this?

Is it thousands of hours or tens of thousands of hours?

This time is foolishly wasted and precious life is wasted foolishly.

Instead of living in confusion, it is better to exchange those meaningless false times for real time.

Becoming a magical girl is just the beginning, just be the best magical girl you can be.

Extraordinary people will do extraordinary things. If ten times of effort is not enough, try a hundred times. If a hundred times of effort is not enough, try a thousand times!

People are tools to achieve goals. If you can't realize your dreams, what's the point of living longer.

Is the person who lives on, the person who gives up his dream, really still himself?

If I become that kind of person, what's the difference between me and dying?

Zhao Yuhan's determination is as sharp as a sword. The more she burns herself risklessly, the brighter the fire-like light that has just formed in the sea of ​​consciousness becomes.

In the burning flame of determination, the second inner demon, the shadow that carried countless joys in her past, gradually began to dissipate.



At seven o'clock in the morning, Li Zhixian yawned and opened the bedroom door, walked down the stairs and looked around for a water glass.

"You're up so early, Brother Xian, have you been possessed by someone's spirit?"

Liang De, who returned to the Hongye Building apartment at around six o'clock, held the cardboard altar and sat on the sofa and said in surprise.

"Zhao Yuhan was still doing questions at around 11 o'clock yesterday. I went to see how she was doing.

Can you check the current data on her medical bracelet?"

Liang De stuck his head into the cardboard altar, and his voice sounded muffled.

"I just checked. He is in extremely good health. All indicators are normal. He is very energetic.

After all, she is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with strong recovery ability. Staying up all night occasionally is nothing. She will know how powerful she is when she is over twenty-five.

Alas, the more serious and diligent she is, the less I dare to tell her the truth.

It's easy to say it, but who can tell her how to live her life in the future?"

Li Zhixian didn't answer. She opened the refrigerator and took out the cold kettle, only to find that the water in it had been finished. She threw the cold kettle back unhappily.

Liang De heard the noise and took out a cup of Immortal Cultivation Coffee from Haina's Magic Treasure and handed it to her. This salted fish had zero fighting spirit. Drinking the coffee made by his own magical power was useless and tasteless. It was no different from pure water.

Li Zhixian drank a cup of tasteless coffee, washed up under the service of the universal housekeeping robot Garbage Man, and then walked out of the house with Liang De, who was holding a cardboard box.

"Is there any news about your Yuan Shen healing commission?"

"There is quite a lot of information, but not a lot of it is useful. These evil gods have such a bad sense of time that they often persuade people to go to their Cave Paradise to retreat for hundreds of years. I want to have that time... Actually, it's not that I don't have time, there are a few

The world on the other side, where time flows very fast, is okay, and the room rates at the Dongtian Hot Spring Hotel are not expensive, but the problem is that it costs money to travel..."

In order to check the replies on the Evil God Altar more quickly, Liang De simply put the cardboard box over his head. He added three or five extra heads and increased the running memory to check the messages at twice the speed.

Hmm? There’s also a private message requesting for online communication?

He used his spiritual consciousness to click on the link in the private message, and an elegant scribe in blue shirt appeared in the interface window.

"Thunder Zhenzong Huang Chengan has met Mr. Liang.

If Sir only needs to heal the injury of his soul, Cheng'an may be able to use his bloodline supernatural powers to replace it with his body."


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