The temperature control system in the library has kept the room temperature at 26 degrees Celsius, and the cool and fresh air has made Chen Qingkong's brain run efficiently, and the vague and fragmented memories are becoming clearer and clearer. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Not here!

Not this bookshelf!

Chen Qingkong stopped in front of a bookshelf and looked up at the five-meter-high metal bookshelf, right here, if I remember correctly.

A ladder was pulled from not far away, and among the books on the top floor, Chen Qingkong pulled out a yellowed diary.

Although an adjective like withered yellow is not suitable to describe a book, Chen Qingkong can only describe this diary in this way, the cover has been withered and cracked, as if it will turn into fly ash under a touch.

Carefully open the cover, a lot of the handwriting on the first page has been blurred, and I can only see some handwritten words intermittently.

"Union Commonwealth 325 years...... Angel Riot ...... Write my story down......"

Chen Qingkong inadvertently flipped through this book a long time ago, and because he couldn't read the handwriting clearly in many places, he didn't bother to read it carefully, but only flipped through it roughly.

This diary, connecting the intermittent content, can roughly be seen to tell a story, a person with only 5% of the fit, through a special method to become a god.

When Chen Qingkong saw it for the first time, he felt that it was just an unrealistic fantasy novel, and he just read it for fun.

But now, Chen Qingkong feels the weight of this diary, like a straw he saw when he was drowning, and he doesn't think about whether he can be saved, he doesn't think about whether it will be worse, he just tries everything to seize the last hope.

Page by page quickly flip down, no! No! No! Not yet!

Chen Qingkong flipped faster and faster, but until he turned to the last page, Chen Qingkong didn't find what he was looking for.

It seems that it is indeed a straw that has been caught......

Chen Qingkong, who had felt despair once, was much better this time, and looked at the diary and found a strange place, at the end of the diary, there was no cover.

Chen Qingkong carefully stroked the binding of the last page of the diary with his hand, feeling some uneven burrs, although he rarely touched paper books, Chen Qingkong could be sure that something must have been torn off.

With his brain spinning rapidly, Chen Qingkong walked down the ladder and began to look for other diaries, the number of diaries in the library on the third floor was not too small, and soon Chen Qingkong found some diaries.

Chen Qingkong picked up a few diaries of similar style and began to compare their thickness, and sure enough, the first diary was only half the thickness.

This is the last hope!

On the third level, there is a collection of nearly a million books, and there is a 50% chance that the other half of the diary is here before the matter is concluded.

The good news is that Chen Qingkong has read most of the bookshelves here in the past thirteen years, and Chen Qingkong can be sure that no one has read books here in the past thirteen years except him.

That way, it's much easier to find.

Chen Qingkong took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions to the entrance of the third floor. The third shelf is arranged like a large thread, with a lot of gaps in between, and you can go from the first bookshelf in a clockwise direction to the last one in the middle.

Before coming to the first bookshelf, Chen Qingkong randomly selected a book that he could reach, and gently pulled it out, this book also has a history of hundreds of years, and the precipitation of time makes this book fragile and abnormal.

Chen Qingkong wiped the cover of the book with his hand, and let Hou look at his fingers carefully, it was very clean and there was no dust.

Not this bookshelf!

The housekeeping robot can clean the dust in the library, but it can't clean the dust accumulated between the books, the reason why this book is so clean is that Chen Qingkong has seen it in the past thirteen years and cleaned the dust on the cover.

Chen Qingkong's habit of reading books in this library is to read according to the bookshelves, and only change the bookshelves after reading a bookcase.

The second bookshelf, I've seen it!

The third, I haven't seen it. Chen Qingkong looked at the cover of the book in his hand full of dust, and the fine dust danced in the air, dancing in the soft light.

In the library that should have been quiet and peaceful, Chen Qingkong suddenly moved like crazy, pulled out a book as fast as he could, and roughly flipped through two or three pages and threw it on the ground if it wasn't what he wanted.

Struggling to pray for hope in despair has made him lose his most basic sanity.

This action attracted the attention of the management robot, and while warning Chen Qingkong, he used his mechanical arm to gently clean up the books on the ground that could be called antiques, and on the other hand, he logged into the student system to deduct Chen Qingkong's credits.

Credits or something, just deduct it, Chen Qingkong doesn't care about credits at all now. After thirteen years of academic career, the credits he has are completely able to overturn this library according to the current rate of deduction.

Credits affect the comprehensive selection exam, but it doesn't matter, I can't find a way to improve my fit, and it doesn't matter to Chen Qingkong whether he can go to a junior college or not.

The rain outside had stopped, and I was finally able to peel back the clouds to see the sun in this world, but it was already struggling on the horizon in the west.

In front of a bookshelf, Chen Qingkong stepped on the ladder, holding a yellowed diary in his hand, and the whole person was stunned, and the seven management robots in the entire library had all started to clean up the mess for Chen Qingkong.

What can I do to manage bots? They're desperate too!

Ordinary students can deduct optical points in three or two clicks and then call the Academic Affairs Office, but this big guy's credits seem to be unfathomable, and they are all deducting points at the speed of reading the stopwatch, and it doesn't work, and the person who sets the program logic must not have seen a scholar like Chen Qingkong.

No matter how busy the management robots under the ladder were, Chen Qingkong's heartbeat had already begun to accelerate violently, and his breathing became uncontrollably short.

Found it, the second half of the diary!

Like the first half of the book, the handwriting in many places has become blurry and unreadable, but Chen Qingkong still found what he wanted.

The whole diary uses flashbacks, beginning with the author's deeds and later telling the reasons.

"The First Angel...... Fit improvement ......"

The vague handwriting indicates that Chen Qingkong is getting closer and closer to the answer he wants.

Suddenly, when Chen Qingkong opened the next page, a small note fell out of the page, and Chen Qingkong grabbed it quickly.

The small strip of paper, the size of a finger and as yellow as a diary, is fortunately written in special ink, and is still visible after hundreds of years.