"I, I, I, forget it, just say it, I can bear it!" The fat man looked very depressed.

Tang Xiaobao continued to laugh: "If you believe it, it's true; if you don't believe it, it's false."

Depend on!

Mystifying!

The fat man sighed sadly: "It seems to be true. The attitude is exactly the same. I guess they discussed it in advance!"

Tang Xiaobao smiled in an unfathomable way.

Luo Ya was burning with hatred.

"Forget it, it was you, Old Tang, who did it anyway. I admit it. I'll give this goddess to you."

The fat man took out a small mirror and started to fix his hair again, carefully wiping his face with a napkin...

The news that Tang Xiaobao had returned to school spread quickly.

While the forum continued to be hot, Tang Xiaobao began to experiment with his new skills.

That’s right, I have a photographic memory.

He flipped through the book with a clattering sound, and countless pieces of knowledge flooded into his mind as if taking root. He could also understand the knowledge points that he had not understood before in an instant.

This was an unexpected surprise. Tang Xiaobao had originally worried that this skill was just rote memorization, like copying and pasting on a computer. Now it seems that it can greatly improve comprehension.

After watching two classes, Tang Xiaobao was considered a lunatic. No one reads books like him.

But he was very happy and more confident in his studies. There was still more than half a month before the college entrance examination. If he continued to review at this pace, it would be easy for him to get into a good university.

After school at noon, Tang Xiaobao went to the cafeteria to eat, and Fatty naturally went with him. The two of them walked to the playground and saw a large group of students rushing towards them.

In a moment, Tang Xiaobao was blocked.