Fist of Imagination

At 11:30 p.m., Li Zhixian was about to leave the bookstore and go home to sleep.

Yingxuetang Bookstore has had a tradition of providing free night reading to poor people since its establishment. Each branch has a capsule hotel-style rest area, complete with pillows, quilts and toiletries, but it is still 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 over 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 to review, and you may have worn out your body. You couldn'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 will sleep after doing seven more sets of papers. My cultural scores are 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 just put in the appropriate amount of effort...but that wasn't enough, not nearly 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 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 single sound.

There was no sound in her heart.

How to say the truth that will only hurt others.

…

At four o'clock in the morning, in the Yingxuetang Bookstore, Zhao Yuhan was still in high spirits. 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 papers after filling 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 gained, and I can only lose my confidence again and again because of my laziness.

Those short-lived happiness finally turned into a bubble-like memory, fleeting and not helpful at all to improving oneself.

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 time for real time.

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

Extraordinary people must 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 was as sharp as a sword. The more she burned herself risklessly, the brighter the fire-like light that had just formed in the sea of ​​consciousness became.

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 got up so early, brother Xian, have you been soul-pierced?"

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, she is very healthy, all indicators are normal, very energetic.

After all, she is a girl of sixteen or seventeen, with strong recovery ability. It is nothing to stay up late occasionally. When she turns twenty-five, you will know how powerful she is.

Alas, the more serious and hardworking she is, the more I dare not tell her the truth.

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

Li Zhixian did not answer. She opened the refrigerator and took out the cold water bottle, only to find that the water in it had been drunk. She threw the cold water bottle back unhappily.

Liang De heard the sound and took out a cup of Xiuxian coffee from Haina Huanzang 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, no different from pure water.

Li Zhixian drank a cup of tasteless coffee, washed up with the help of the universal housework robot Garbage Boy, and walked out of the house with Liang De who was holding a cardboard box.

"Any news about your commission to heal your soul?"

"There are quite a lot of news, but few are useful. These evil gods' followers have a poor sense of time. They always persuade people to go to their cave paradise to recuperate for hundreds of years. If I had that much time... Actually, it's not that I don't have time. There are a few other worlds with fast time flow. The room rate of the cave hot spring hotel is not expensive. The problem is that it costs money to travel through time..."

In order to check the replies on the evil god altar faster, Liang De simply put a cardboard box on his head, and grew three or five more heads to increase the running memory and check messages at multiple times the speed.

Hmm? There are also private messages requesting online communication?

He used his spiritual sense to click on the link in the private message, and an elegant scholar in a green shirt appeared in the interface window.

"Huang Cheng'an of the Thunder True Sect, meet Mr. Liang.

If you only need to heal the soul injury, Cheng'an may be able to use the bloodline supernatural power to replace you."

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