"This oil lamp really looks like crystal, but why is there no oil in it, and the light emitted is white...... Auntie, which one is my bedroom? Nangong Chumeng continued to praise, and the woman sitting on the sofa pointed silently. It seems that she is a little sad about the amnesia of her "niece"?

Nangong Chumeng walked into the room. Unlike the room of ordinary female high school students, Xiao Chuxin's room has no posters on the walls, no stamps collected, only a computer and a bed. The room was empty, and it could only be described as a "cell". didn't turn on the lights, Nangong Chumeng was still looking for the "ignition rope" everywhere, feeling around the wall, and suddenly touched the switch of the light.

With a "snap", the whole room lit up. Nangong Chumeng was startled and began to look for what was emitting light. She suddenly saw a white cover on the ceiling, and pressed the switch on the wall again, the white cover stopped glowing, and the room returned to a pitch black state where she couldn't reach her fingers. Press it again, and the room lights up again.

"The person in my dreams is so amazing that a box can light an oil lamp. Now I know that this box is the key to lighting the oil lamp. By the way, such a bright lamp must be very expensive, right? It's not early, so I'll go to bed first. ”

Just thinking like this, Nangong Chumeng suddenly saw a book by Dou Chao on the study table. It was just an ancient diary with an ancient cover, and the content was written by Xiao Chuxin's original owner. She became intrigued by it, picked it up and began to read, thinking to herself, "As a maid, you should also be literate." ”

Nangong Chumeng is not stupid, she doesn't know Arabic numerals, but she can see the "year, month, and day" on each diary. 1,2,3,4，……，9,0,1,…… In this way, Nangong Chumeng can know that it is the symbol that represents the number in her "dream". She knows words, and looking at Xiao Chuxin's neat font, she can guess the content of the class in her "dream". There is a page in the diary that seems that Xiao Chuxin has nothing to do, so he copied all the Arabic numerals into traditional Chinese characters (1 is like this), and Nangong Chumeng saw it even more effortlessly.

"The 'mathematics' in my dream is probably Dou Chao's 'arithmetic' course. Now I know that 123456789 such numbers are Arabic numerals, and one two three Wu Lu Qi Jiu is the number of the Dou Dynasty. It's weird, what are Arabic numerals? What is the grade? But I know I'm in 11th grade, and I'm going to start in 1st grade. ”

In this way, Nangong Chumeng spent a night reading all the textbooks from the first to the second year of high school in one go, and wrote them down. She also did her own after-class exercises (so naïve), and she understood all the courses, but the impression of "Xiao Chuxin" was refreshed. It was already three o'clock the next morning after all the studies were finished, Nangong Chumeng was in good spirits, she looked at the "schedule" and knew that there was something called "homework" to be completed every day, so she completed it for Xiao Chuxin (Nangong didn't know how to use a gel pen, so she checked Xiao Chuxin's pen one by one. Among them, there is a carbon pen that imitates a brush, and all of them are written in the homework book with a carbon pen.

The sophomore Chinese is basically ancient Chinese reading, and Xiao Chuxin usually doesn't know the ancient Chinese at all, but in the eyes of Nangong Chumeng, an ancient apocalypse, it is naturally as easy as a finger. After finishing his homework, Nangong Chumeng put all the textbooks and homework into the [schoolbag], and also put the carbon pen he could use into the [schoolbag]. Nangong Chumeng consulted the encyclopedia and knew that the [school bag] was used to hold things, and the way to carry it. The schoolbag of a sophomore in high school is as heavy as Mount Tai, but Nangong Chumeng, who has been a palace maid for ten years, is not heavy in her eyes.

After walking around the room with his schoolbag on his back a few times, Nangong Chumeng lay on the bed, thinking about what would happen to [school] tomorrow.