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

Since its inception, Yingxuetang Bookstore has a tradition of free night reading for the poor, and each branch has set up a capsule-style rest area, with pillows, quilts and toiletries, but it is not as comfortable as at home.

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

When she passed by the cash register 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 had been turned off, and the hall was lit only a few dim downlights to create an atmosphere, and hundreds of fireflies had gathered in a ball and hung above the little girl's left, casting a soft glow on her.

"Don't you go to sleep yet? Staying up late to review, be careful to drag down the (body shēn) body, and the physical test of the first level can't pass. ”

Zhao Yuhan didn't raise his head, and he checked the final question and said:

"I'll sleep after doing seven more (set of tào) papers, my cultural performance is a short board, and I will definitely not be able to pass the selection according to the normal review method, so I can only spend more time.

In the past, I was too slack and only willing to put in the right amount of effort...... But that's not enough, it's not enough.

If you don't take a leap, you'll never know that you're an eagle. ”

"And what if you're not an eagle?"

"If it weren't for the eagle, a jump of longitudinal (body shēn) would at least end a mediocre life."

Li Zhixian rubbed his eyebrows, he had no interest in arguing with the second middle school girl, but quietly used a quick physical examination magic on Zhao Yuhan, and only after using it did he realize that he was doing something extraordinary.

She glanced at the light blue 996 medical bracelet on Zhao Yuhan's wrist, confirmed that it was not red, and left the cash register with the box of Erlan whiskey.

"I'll come over tomorrow at eight o'clock for breakfast, don't go to bed too late, you can't get up in the morning."

Li Zhixian walked on the way home, took out a bottle of wine, drank it up, threw the empty bottle back, and flew accurately into the recyclable trash can on the street corner, without making a sound the whole time.

There was not a single voice in her heart.

It's only a hurtful truth, how can you tell it?

……

At four o'clock in the morning, in the Yingxuetang bookstore, Zhao Yuhan was still in good spirits, and the speed of writing was getting faster and faster, and she could finish a (set of tào) test papers in a few minutes, and the trash can at her feet was already full of test papers that had been crumpled after filling in the answers.

Not only that, but her learning efficiency has been increased to 28 times with the assistance of the Heart Demon Refinement Method, which is the highest efficiency she can achieve when her brain load is full.

Those test papers that seemed to be thrown into the trash after only one time had actually been chewed in her mind more than a dozen times, and the process of checking, correcting, and redoing them was all completed in her brain, and the knowledge points were deeply engraved into her hippocampus.

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

When this state is turned on, the life span is reduced by one day for each hour that passes.

Zhao Yuhan was a little hesitant at first when he learned about this method of refinement called "Concentration".

She has been taught since she was a child that the most precious thing in a person is life, and is it really worth shortening life to improve efficiency?

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

I want to realize my dreams, but I can't afford to have fun.

I can't help but invest a lot of time in chasing stars, variety shows, TV series, games, and animations, and many times I study inefficiently absentmindedly, and sometimes a whole day passes unconsciously.

Nothing to gain, nothing to gain, only to wear down self-confidence again and again because of their own laziness.

Those short-lived pleasures also turned into bubble memories in the end, fleeting, and did not help to improve themselves at all.

How much time have I wasted like this?

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

It's that time is stupidly wasted, a stupid consumption of precious life.

Instead of living in a muddle, it is better to trade those meaningless false time for real time.

Becoming a magical girl is just the beginning, and if you want to do it, you have to be the best magical girl.

Extraordinary people must have extraordinary actions, if the effort is not enough ten times, the effort will be a hundred times, and the effort will be a thousand times if the effort is not enough!

People are the tools to achieve their goals, if they can't achieve their dreams, what's the point of living longer.

The one who lived, the one who gave up his dreams, is it really himself!

If I become like that, what's the difference between being dead and dying?

Zhao Yuhan's determination was as sharp as a sword, and the more she tried to burn herself, the brighter the fiery light in the sea of consciousness became.

In the flames of decisive burning, the second inner demon, the shadow that carried the countless laughter of her past, gradually began to dissipate.

……

At seven o'clock in the morning, Li Zhixian yawned and pushed open the bedroom door, and walked down the stairs to look for a water glass.

"Got up so early, Brother Xian, you were snatched away by the soul?"

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

"Zhao Yuhan was still working on the question at eleven o'clock yesterday, I'll go see how she is.

Can you find out the current data of her medical bracelet? ”

Liang De's head reached into the cardboard box altar, and his voice sounded muffled.

"I've just seen it, and I'm in great health, and all the indicators are normal, and I'm very energetic.

After all, she is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with strong recovery ability, and it is nothing to stay up late once in a while, and she will know that she is powerful when she is over twenty-five.

Alas, the more serious she was and the harder she worked, the less I dared to tell her the truth.

It's easy to say, but who can tell her how to live in the future. ”

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

Liang De heard the sound, took out a cup of Xiuxian coffee from the Haina Illusion Collection and handed it to her, this salted fish has zero fighting spirit, drinking the coffee he made from his (sex xìng) divine power is useless and tasteless, no different from pure water.

Li Zhixian drank a cup of tasteless coffee, finished washing under the service of the universal housework robot garbage boy, and walked out of the house with Liang De, who was holding a cardboard box.

"Is there news about your entrustment to heal the wounds?"

"There is a lot of news, but there are few useful ones, these evil gods have a poor sense of time, and they persuade people to go to his cave to retreat and cultivate for hundreds of years, I want to have that time...... In fact, it's not that there is no time, there are a few other worlds with fast time flow are okay, and the room rate of the Dongtian Hot Spring Hotel is not expensive, but the problem is that it costs money to cross......"

In order to check the reply on the altar of the evil god more quickly, Liang De put the cardboard box (set tào) on his head, and grew three or five more heads to raise the running memory, and checked the news many times faster.

Well? And a private message requesting a connection?

He used his divine sense to click on the link in the private message, and a gentleman in a green shirt appeared in the interface window.

"Thunder True Sect Huang Cheng'an, I have seen Mr. Liang.

If Mr. only needs to heal the injuries of the Yuan Shen, Cheng An may be able to use the bloodline supernatural power to replace him with (身shēn). ”