My subject turned into a beautiful girl

"An Yi, I don't know if you've truly broken through from a poor student to a top student."

Wang Xinze said with a serious face, "But there is one thing I am sure of: your level of bragging has absolutely reached the level of being invincible in the world!"

"Others who dare to 'borrow' a championship title right after entering the World Championship are already commendable for their courage, but you, who are still playing in the regional group stage, dare to 'borrow' a championship title?"

"Sigh, not trusting my brothers, I'm heartbroken..."

An Yi sighed and opened the textbook. The greatly enhanced [Calculation] and [Memory] abilities on his body would last for about two and a half hours. Since he couldn't convince his good brother with words anyway, he might as well take advantage of this precious buff, study hard, and let the facts speak for themselves in the future!

As for why he would say it even though he knew he couldn't convince him... on one hand, it was to give his good friend a heads-up, so that if things really happened in the future, he could say, "I told you beforehand." On the other hand, it was also to create a "persona" for An Yi's potentially explosive growth in learning efficiency in the future.

It seems that no matter where you are or what teacher says, every year as the senior year approaches, there will be one or two dark horses who stand out and achieve explosive growth in their grades, claiming that they "suddenly figured it out and had an epiphany," becoming legendary figures who are passed down through the school.

When An Yi was bored, she wondered if the teacher had made this up on purpose. What if one or two people actually believed it and worked hard? Wouldn't their grades improve? Was it a white lie?

Even now, he desperately hopes that such a character actually existed, because in that case, he can perfectly "adapt" this character's persona and thus conceal the existence of his cheat ability as much as possible.

He understood the principle that "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

"Seriously, Ah Zhen? Are you serious?"

Wang Xinze stared in disbelief as An Yi completed a series of actions. "You don't even read novels anymore?"

"You know, studying is my brother. As for the novel, I wish it all the best," An Yi replied without looking up.

"I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy... Something must be wrong with this world. Am I still dreaming?"

Wang Xinze muttered to himself, even pinching his own thigh hard. After taking a deep breath, he finally realized that what he was seeing was not an illusion.

But An Yi was no longer paying attention to his every move. With the help of the fairly bright lights in the carriage, he immersed himself in studying. The feeling of knowledge being easily retained in his mind was truly intoxicating. After a while, he even took out a pen and started filling in the answers at an unbelievable speed!

The bus stopped and started again, started and stopped again. Finally, after several stops, an announcement came over the loudspeaker:

"Songmu Lake National Wetland Park, we have arrived. Passengers getting off, please exit through the rear door. Passengers not getting off, please..."

Near Songmu Lake National Wetland Park is the villa area where Wang Xinze lives. The two usually said goodbye here when taking the bus home, so this place name triggered a key phrase, allowing An Yi to snap out of his reverie and look at his good friend.

"I'm starting to believe what you said before was true."

Wang Xinze finally managed to speak. He stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder in disbelief, "You actually managed to learn that?"

"My greatest strength is honesty."

An Yi grinned, "See you tomorrow, goodnight!"

"See you tomorrow... Goodnight is probably out of the question. You can even concentrate on studying in the car; I don't even want to think about what you'll do when we get home! How can I possibly fall asleep when I'm trying to sleep while you're studying!"

Wang Xinze waved his hand and got off the bus with a long face.

Going home?

An Yi's smile froze on her face.

"The vehicle is starting. Please sit tight and hold on. Next stop..."

The vehicle started again, and he looked down at Wu San, but he could no longer return to that focused state he had been in before; it was intermittent.

A few stops later, An Yi got off the bus. He opened his umbrella and walked through the curtain of light cast by the streetlights in the light rain, past the large banyan tree that stretched horizontally to cover the entire road... There was usually not much traffic on this road, and at this time of day it was even more desolate. The rainy night was so quiet that you could almost hear your own footsteps and breathing.

As a result, my mood gradually returned to its expected low point.

An Yi stopped at the entrance of the residential area, touched her face, and the faint smile that she always wore at school disappeared, replaced by a blank expression.

At this moment, if we only consider his expression, it should be exactly the same as Zhou Yinshuang's, except that he lacked that aloof coldness, and instead simply remained closed off. He closed himself off completely, as if he had put on the most realistic mask for himself.

After completing the inspection, he entered the residential area, arrived at the entrance of the building, and began to walk upstairs.

Everyone wears a mask. Most people wear this mask when socializing or working outside, and only take it off when they are completely relaxed at home. Sometimes the contrast between the mask and the real face can be completely opposite.

An Yi also has a mask like this, but unlike many others, An Yi only wears it when she returns home.

When he's out at school, he's so talkative he could talk all day long. He can chat with anyone, and joking and teasing have almost become instinctive for him. Occasionally, he can even come up with some brilliant lines.

And whenever he returns home and puts on the mask, he sometimes doesn't say a word or show any expression for an entire day.

This is quite necessary.

He stopped at his front door, slightly out of breath, waiting for one last deep breath to fully prepare himself mentally before taking out the key and inserting it.

He slowly pulled open the security door, and cold white light shone on the spotless white tiles. A CCTV-1 drama was playing on the television, but there was no other sound of conversation. That familiar yet almost repulsive sense of oppression washed over him and engulfed him.

An Yi walked into the house expressionlessly, closed the security door, and changed into slippers. During this time, his peripheral vision caught his parents lying on the sofa; they both seemed engrossed in watching TV, completely unaware that he had returned… If only they really hadn't noticed.

Sometimes An Yi wished he could be invisible at home, so that he could relax a lot.

After changing into slippers, he silently carried his schoolbag into the bedroom.

A bed, the blankets made perfectly smooth at Mom's insistence. A neat desk, its surface completely empty. A bookshelf, only half full, its books stacked tidy; the only books fit for entertainment were the well-worn Four Great Classical Novels, otherwise textbooks or supplementary materials.

"It still tastes familiar."

An Yi muttered something in a very low voice, sat down at his desk, and took out his practice books.

He didn't close the door because closing the door is not allowed.

This is his home, his bedroom, his theoretically most relaxing, yet also the least relaxing "private space".