After a long while, Su Mo returned home carrying a large pile of books.
These were the books he hurriedly acquired in preparation. To this day, Su Mo's mind still vividly recalls the bewildered expression on the face of the female officer who distributed them to him.
Su Mo took a deep breath, looked at the pile of books, and then opened them, ready to cram.
"Do you think cramming will work? These books have a total of 43,211,313 words. Are you sure you can learn it all in three days?"
The Fake Owner·Swallower spoke in a deep tone.
"I'll give it a try. Besides, if it doesn't work out, don't I still have you?"
Su Mo replied with an awkward smile.
"Don't count on me. I will not record these boring, pretentious words. They hold no value."
The Fake Owner·Swallower poured cold water on Su Mo, showing extreme disdain for those words.
Su Mo wore an expression of helplessness: "Alright, I get it. I'll handle it myself!"
