I Like This Dream!

In the early morning of the eighth day, a corner of the library was cleared. It was far enough away from the morning librarian, and the group surrounding the corner included two prefects from the eighth and sixth grades, enough to keep anyone who was curious about it away.

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

"I invited some friends to witness together, I hope you won't mind." Lance said hypocritically.

"No. As long as you're happy." An Xu gave him a strange look, glanced at Marshall, who looked like he was about to get revenge, the unfamiliar prefects, and the cheering onlookers, and found a seat. Sat down.

"Let's get started," Marshall said.

"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth..."

Anna Sullivan began to recite cracklingly. Her voice was quiet, but fast and clear. The person holding the book for checking could hardly keep up with her speed. Senior students in the seminary will memorize the Bible, and the words of the saints are also within the scope of study, but there are very few people like her who do it without thinking, and there are no people who can complete twelve bookshelves in a week.

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

"So Saint Joseph received God's will and dedicated his eldest son to God..." Anxu said without pause.

The story of St. Joseph is the most complex of the thirty-two saints, involving many names, places, and dates. After she finished reciting three chapters with ease, 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 at home before and deliberately set a trap for him? No, this is impossible. How many nobles would memorize so many books without intending to fall into the arms of the Lord? Even the Sullivan family couldn't possibly be as pious as Lance. Didn't they just memorize the Bible when they first came here?

Marshall looked at Lance, whose face was expressionless, and people who knew him well could see the gloom under the calm expression. Who knows better than him? The Sullivan family is not pious. Instead of converting to the light, they are more nostalgic for the dirty world and the secular king. How could a child of this family memorize the Bible? He looked at Anna. Miss Sullivan's expression did not show any guilt, but was as boring as if she was doing something that could be done with her eyes closed.

"No way..." Marshall muttered.

Everyone is in this mood. If their eyes had color, the air would have been filled with various colored routes, connecting everyone present. They looked at each other in shock, and their initial mood to watch a good show disappeared. If they didn't want to see the scene where Anna Sullivan gave in, why would they come here?

Although Mason is not very smart, he is brave, pious and not weak. He was once expected to become the guard of a priest or even a bishop. But now there is no chance. The public whipping not only failed to solve his shadow, but also completely scared his courage. Rumors have been circulating for several months, making Anna Sullivan a nightmare for the junior students. 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 worse than an ungodly devil in what they are proud of?

"Saint Elah, Chapter 4."

"Elah said, Whenever..."

"Wait a minute, start from the back," Lance said.

"Chapter 5? The Lamb of the Lord is here..."

"No, you made a mistake. You started to memorize it backwards from the last word." Lance said, "Have you forgotten? The condition of our bet is to 'recite it backwards like a stream'."

Start with the last word and recite it backwards.

The upperclassmen's previous tension disappeared, and Marshall even laughed. From the "Bible" to the "language of the saints" is not the only trap. Lance is a cautious man. From the beginning, he has thought of all aspects to prevent this madman from making a comeback. He smiled and looked at Anna's face. She stared at him. What was the use?

"It's a pity that you don't become a lawyer." She gave Lance a deep look, "Now I really regret the terms of the bet."

"It's a pity that no matter what I do, I can't alleviate your punishment." Lance smiled.

"Reduced? No, no, no, you misunderstood me. What I said was increase. Why should I include you, such a bastard? If you lose, you run naked around the academy and shout, 'I'm a shameless scoundrel.' That's it." 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 is carrying it backwards!"

Everyone's expressions changed.

Lance said "recite it backwards like a stream", and Ann told him "recite it backwards like a stream" - not just the words, but every letter backwards, into a weird but unmistakable pronunciation. She opened and closed her mouth as they watched, like a witch chanting a spell.

The pronunciation of reading it backwards is very disharmonious, let alone reciting it, even reading it out is difficult, but An Xu did it easily. For An Xu now, reciting is as easy as reading.

Whether it's because of his "second power" or his extraordinarily strong mental power, An Xu's memory is better than that of ordinary people. After the successful meditation, the qualitative change turned into a quantitative change, and her ability can no longer be described as just memory.

Never forget.

Meditation promotes inner vision and quantifies abstract "memory". She has never understood the existence of the memory palace in film and television novels, but now she has learned it without any teacher and has seen her own memory library. Any book that has been read once will appear in the library. Reciting it is like reading from the book. It is not difficult for An Xu even if he reads backwards or jumps from the last page. Seven days was enough for her to finish reading the book and skillfully learn to access the books in the memory library.

"Do you think I win, or are you going to wait here for me to finish reading?" She stopped after reading a chapter and glanced at the faces with poor expressions. That’s fine, I’ll get tired even if I play for several hours in a row.”

An Xu's eyes stopped on Lance, and she smiled and said, "I would also like to thank you for having so many followers, Mr. So-and-so. I quite like a group slap in the face on this scale."

Everyone felt like they had been slapped in the face.

"You go." Lance pursed his lips, "I will continue the notarization here."

"Impossible! Maybe she just bumped into him by chance and didn't really memorize everything!" Marshall panicked and looked at Lance like he was looking for a backbone. Lance waved his hand, and the others hurriedly lowered their heads and left.

"I can't tell, you are quite flexible." An Xu muttered, "In this case, shouldn't you be like the person next to you and shout, 'No, I don't believe it, it must be cheating' and continue to find trouble and then be beaten by the protagonist. Are you going to slap me in the face until you die? Sure enough, when I bought the protagonist’s halo, I didn’t recharge the supporting character’s mental retardation halo. But that’s what makes it interesting. There are already so many people who are angry when they see me that the characters are duplicated.”

"Can you tell me how you memorized everything?" Lance ignored her incomprehensible crazy words and said in a deep voice.

"Rely on my clever mind." An Xu looked at them with a very embarrassed look, "It may be a little difficult for you to understand."

"You!" Marshall said angrily.

"I don't feel strong enough to use the word 'you' all the time. My dear, I need to read more to increase my vocabulary."

"you!!"

"Look, there's no point in tightening your tone just after you've said it."

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

"You said I 'set a trap'? In terms of shame, you are already a qualified preacher." An Xu sneered.

"We have lost." Lance said sadly.

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

"We lost when we agreed to your so-called competition!" Lance lowered his head.

An Xu clicked his tongue in surprise and stopped talking. She looked at Lance's flawless confessional face and felt that something was wrong. She wouldn't be surprised if Marshall, who had taken the bait when provoked, suddenly came to his senses. It was not uncommon for such an easy-to-jump middle-aged boy to be beaten into a teammate by a friendly fist. But Lance? The character doesn't match.

Lance swept away the previous uncertainty and made a heartbreaking speech: "Isn't the game you call just a bet? How shameful! It's our fault that we allowed the angry devil to blind our minds and actually agreed. I'm sorry for your sweet words."

"So that's it..." Marshall whispered, lowered his head and said with difficulty, "I will copy the Bible a hundred times to repent of the sin of rage."

The style of this painting was so sudden that it made An Xu burst out laughing. Is it all my fault? After losing, why didn't you say that there was a little devil standing on your shoulder when you agreed to the bet? You smelled a strange smell, and when you came to your senses, you had already handed over the Silver An unequal treaty? Now that I'm still pretending, why not say a few cool and cruel words.

Normally, now would be a good time for reconciliation. In front of two faces, whether genuine or fake, the adults say it doesn't matter a lot, and if they say a few powerful-sounding scene words, there is a high chance that Marshall, a middle school boy from Stockholm, will become a teammate. Even if the relationship with them has not changed, saying to let go of the past at this time can earn 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. Successful.

After all, An Xu had been playing online games for so many years and had been out of society for a few years. He had been reminded countless times how to appear emotionally intelligent, so many times that when he encountered such situations in his dreams, he would reflexively think of other people's sincere words. you're so dumb! What would happen if you took a step back? Doesn't it make you appear to be petty by being so aggressive? What should I do if I am resented by a villain? To cultivate one's moral character! Girls must learn to show weakness and not stand up to them. Although xxx is a female cousin, she has high emotional intelligence! Only in this way can she be liked by others, and get a lot of help, blah blah blah...

But what should I do if I don’t want to forgive those guys who are totally unreasonable?

Rather than going against my nature and seeking conveniences from those I don’t like in the future, for me——

An Xu put his hands on his hips and laughed in a villainous manner: "It's too late! If confession is useful, why do we need hell?"

——As expected, the most important thing is to feel happy.