After dinner, Chen Shouyi quickly returned to his bedroom.
After racking his brains to finish today's homework, he pulled out the wooden sword from under the bed and continued his repeated thrusts. But perhaps because his talent was really lacking, he still couldn't find the linkage point for all the muscles in his body.
As for asking his genius sister for advice, that was impossible, it would never happen in this lifetime.
As the only remaining piece of self-respect for an older brother, he would never bow to his sister.
Even though the training was ineffective, he still practiced for an hour, but the level of his swordsmanship remained (novice), with no progress at all.
Chen Shouyi suddenly felt that life was inherently unequal. Why are some people smart while others are dumb, why are some people born with athletic talent while others are clumsy like a stubborn stone? Like his sister, he never saw her trying harder than him, yet she easily outclassed her peers and was now on the brink of becoming a Martial Artist Apprentice.
He felt a bit dejected, but just thinking about the "Book of Knowledge" within him, the gloom in his heart was swiftly dispelled as if by a blazing sun, filling him with motivation.
Now, he had the "Book of Knowledge"
The energy accumulation had reached 0.32.
If calculated from the time point of optimizing by consuming energy yesterday evening to now, ten o'clock in the evening, in nearly thirty hours, the energy accumulation of the Book of Knowledge had increased by 0.12, which meant you could increase approximately 0.1 points every twenty-four hours.
In just ten more days, he would be able to optimize again.
His eyes sparkled, radiant and glowing!
Afterwards, he exhausted all his strength to practice two sets of eight times of the thirty-six exercises of body refinement.
He rested for a while, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then lay down on the bed.
He called upon the Book of Knowledge, and his body once again entered the Gray Mist Space.
He curiously looked around; although he had been here once before, everything still felt extraordinarily novel.
He looked toward the small tree in the center, quickly finding the knowledge fruit representing the thirty-six body refinement exercises, which indeed had grown larger, from the size of a sesame seed to that of a mung bean.
With an intense curiosity, he looked at the leaf representing today's memory on the top.
The memories of the day were unremarkable, as if he were watching a dull and lengthy movie starring himself, with no climax, no twists and turns, no joy or sorrow, no love or hatred, as plain as a cup of bland boiled water.
However, Chen Shouyi watched with great interest. To some extent, this was a way for him to examine his life from another perspective.
Perhaps because he was too engrossed in watching.
He felt the scene around him changing, and he suddenly found himself back in the classroom.
On the lectern, the middle-aged bald math teacher was passionately explaining a complex geometry problem. He found that less than ten hours had passed, and this geometry problem, which he had understood before, now felt slightly dull.
He resisted the curiosity for this Memory Space, listened carefully for a while, finally understanding it again, and then couldn't help but try to look around.
But the next moment, he was shocked to find that he couldn't control his body at all.
"Is it because memories cannot be changed?" he thought to himself.
"I wonder if I can switch perspectives?" As soon as the thought came to him, he found himself already out of his body, looking down at the classroom from above.
He felt like an invisible ghost, floating several meters above, with no one able to detect him.
Perhaps his range of vision came from the original memory; he could only see about half of the classroom and one-third of the students, with everything else filled with black mist.
For some reason, the black mist gave him a terrifying feeling, as if entering it would bring him great danger.
Chen Shouyi had no desire to take any risks, immediately withdrawing his gaze, and with a thought, slowly drifting around the classroom.
Some people were sneakily reading a novel under the cover of their books, some were dozing off, and others were sneaking snacks into their mouths when the teacher wasn't looking.
He felt like a god, looking down on all beings.
As he continued to wander, becoming aware that his actions in this Memory Space had no restraints, he grew bolder and more reckless.
He even leaned closely to stare at the delightful scenery under the skirt of a girl he had always admired from afar. Such behavior was something he would never have imagined in the past, but now he did it without a second thought.
After seeing enough and satisfying his curiosity, Chen Shouyi began to feel a sense of boredom.
He kept wandering around and accidentally bumped into a classmate in the aisle. At that moment, something unexpected happened—his consciousness quickly merged into it.
"Huh!"
He was shocked to find that he could sense this classmate's body, a feeling both familiar and strange, quite wonderful.
He immediately retreated, then tried entering others' bodies, discovering he could enter all of them.
Some bodies felt comfortable, some awkward (females), and others uncomfortable to him.
For instance, Teacher Sun's middle-aged bald body left him feeling suffocated and short of breath, with a strong smell of smoke in his nose, and it felt like there was phlegm stuck in his throat.
"Indeed, Teacher Sun's lungs were always poor, frequently coughing."
...
As he continued to explore, Chen Shouyi found he could control the flow of time in the memory world and even capture specific segments.
A thought crossed his mind, and suddenly he had a bold idea.
Soon, the scene switched.
It was the scene of the afternoon Martial Arts Class.
"The lunge thrust is the most basic move in swordsmanship, and also the most commonly used technique. If you master the lunge thrust, you've learned half of swordsmanship. Do you know who is the vice president of the Dongning City Martial Arts Association?"
The class monitor, Zhang Xiaoyue, immediately said: "It's Zhou Shaofeng."
Floating in the sky, Chen Shouyi couldn't help but glance at Zhang Xiaoyue. Just a moment ago, he had sneakily admired the scenery under her skirt.
"Correct, the so-called 'A unique skill can dominate the world.' Two years ago, it was with this single move of the ultimate lunge thrust that Zhou Shaofeng consecutively killed two Barbarian Race warriors who secretly came to Earth to scout through hidden space wormholes, all just using a single lunge thrust."
Since the integration with the other world, countless space wormholes have been generated on Earth's side, varying in size from several kilometers to barely detectable.
Some are positioned in the lower sky, while others penetrate deep underground. The former is naturally discovered upon emergence, but the latter is extremely concealed and hard to detect. Often, powerful Barbarian Race entities from the other world sneak through these hidden wormholes to Earth, not only stealing information but even engaging in reckless slaughter.
Of course, there are more wormholes in outer space, but for people from the other world, these wormholes are deadly—coming out is a certain death.
"Now, everyone watch me demonstrate a standard lunge thrust!" The Martial Arts Teacher said, and then picked up a wooden sword, walking to the human model.
"I've been waiting for your words!" Chen Shouyi thought to himself.
With a movement, he swiftly merged into the body of the Martial Arts Teacher.
Suddenly, an immense feeling of strength emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"Is this the body of a Martial Artist Apprentice?"
He could feel the powerful heartbeat of this body, with muscles brimming with a terrifying explosive force.
He quickly collected his thoughts, as the demonstration was about to start.
"He" stood in front of the model, feet aligned just right, muscles relaxed yet loose, but as he raised the long sword, his whole body's muscles started to operate.
Because it was a demonstration, the Martial Arts Teacher's moves were slow, making every effort to let all students see clearly. This also allowed Chen Shouyi to better feel the intricate operation of this bodily machine.
As the foot stepped out, power traveled from the toes, rapidly transmitting accumulated force upward, continuously amplifying it.
Just like a whip gently swung, able to create a sonic boom at its tip, by the time it reached the arm, he even felt a kind of irresistible force—if he didn't thrust, his insides might suffer from the impact.
The next moment, it heavily struck the model's head.
The tremendous force almost made this standard 80-kilogram model's head hit the ground, shifting it a meter, then causing it to sway violently.
"This feeling is simply too wonderful, the whole body feels like a precisely structured and perfectly controlled machine. When will I reach this level?" Chen Shouyi marveled in his heart.
Next, the Martial Arts Teacher continued to demonstrate twice, one slow and one fast, then asked everyone to practice on their own.
Fortunately, here it was only his memory and he could control it as he pleased.
He immediately rewound the memory scene, in the Memory Space, this "poor" Martial Arts Teacher repeated the previous actions once more.
Again and again, Chen Shouyi carefully experienced the secret of exerting force until after hundreds of times his memory became ingrained, he even developed the illusion that he had known how to do it all along. Even with his eyes closed, he could vividly recall the wondrous synchronization and coordination of the muscles through his entire body.
PS: As a young seedling with aspirations, how could I not ask for recommendations and collections? Also, more review votes are welcome. Currently, the new book ranking is already at forty-first, and fourth in the fantasy new book section.