"Gratitude and trust?"
Wang Shenyu was puzzled. What good would gratitude do?
"gratitude?"
The same question mark also popped into Wu You's mind, but upon deeper reflection...
Wait, gratitude and worship, and then the yearning for gifts—isn't that the archetype of faith?
Holy crap, is Saraso going to start a cult?
Ironically, there shouldn't be any gods in this world, so does that mean that faith and worship were first created by demons?
Thinking about it that way, it's kind of funny.
Leaving aside Wu You's inner monologue, Wang Shenyu asked with a puzzled look.
"Is it just gratitude and trust? What good is that?"
Saraso opened her eyes and stared at Wang Shenyu once more.
"A person's spirit and beliefs are also a kind of power, a power that can be given back to me. You can understand it as a kind of faith."
"So, do you agree?"
In truth, Wang Shenyu had no more internal struggles left. The temptation was too great. He couldn't bear to give up this opportunity, let alone something as intangible as gratitude and trust, even if it came at a substantial cost.
He took a step closer to Saraso.
"I agree!"
"very good."
Saraso approached Wang Shenyu and reached out his right hand to cover his head.
The latter subconsciously tilted his head to the side, then forcibly moved back to his original position.
Then, the large hand did not actually touch his head, but remained a few inches away.
But Wang Shenyu could feel a tingling sensation on his scalp, as if a comb was gently and quickly brushing against it.
This sensation lasted only a few seconds before disappearing.
When he came to his senses, the man was still standing in the same spot, as if he had never moved towards him.
"That's it? What changes have occurred in me?"
"You need to experience it for yourself. Change always starts from small things. Study hard and make progress every day."
Wu You and Wang Shenyu were both stunned by the second half of Salaso's sentence.
Who exactly are you?
Wang Shenyu asked the question he most wanted to know.
Saraso picked up the domestically produced smartphone from the table and turned on the screen.
The screensaver background is an anime illustration of a beautiful girl holding a sword and pointing it at a winged monster.
The monster looked a bit like a demon, but the exaggerated style of the comic made it look more like a wild beast.
"Let me ask you a question: Have you ever seen God or angels?"
Instead of answering, Saraso asked Wang Shenyu a question in return.
"ah!?"
What kind of consciousness is this?
Wang Shenyu didn't quite understand, but he still answered anyway.
"I've never seen one before, and I'm not Catholic. Could it be... could it be an angel?"
"Hahahaha..."
Saraso laughed.
"I've never seen an angel either."
"However, although you may not have seen an angel, at least you have seen a demon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow began to shroud Saraso.
Sharp, shiny black horns appeared first, followed by hands, hooves, and wings, just seconds later.
A demon that only appears in legends and movies stood before Wang Shenyu.
Wang Shenyu felt he should be afraid, but strangely, he wasn't.
There was even a thrilling sense of satisfaction in my heart, as if my expectations had been met.
"Don't worry, I don't need your soul."
After leaving those words, the window opened and closed again, and the demon had vanished from the room.
I wondered if I was dreaming, but the answer records in the math encyclopedia were still there.
He raised his hand, looked at it, and muttered to himself.
"I just gained power from the demons?"
I sat down at the desk, picked up my pen, and wanted to try doing some practice problems.
This is a math exam paper.
But the imagined scenario of instantly becoming a top student didn't happen; he still couldn't solve most of the problems.
There are many questions, and with a little thought, I can recall some of the content from class, but something is still missing.
With this happening more and more often, Wang Shenyu couldn't help but flip through his math book and take a look. He found that all he was missing were a few key points to understand and formulas to follow.
When I went back to do this problem again, I was able to write out the solution process quite fluently.
A long problem was solved by writing out more than a dozen lines of solutions, finally arriving at the answer.
Although he didn't know if it was correct, it gave Wang Shenyu a great sense of accomplishment. In the past, he could only write half of the standard process for the last few big questions and try to get some points.
Unless they completely ignore the lessons, most students can recall some classroom knowledge during exams or crucial moments; what they lack is only a little understanding and key formulas.
And now I'm in an unusually good state. Is this the power I've gained?
Is it simply that he's become more intelligent?
I opened the drawer and took out an electronic hand grip strengthener. I could easily grip it seven or eight times in a row with my left hand.
While flipping through the book and doing exercises, he used his left hand to open and close the hand gripper.
By the time my left hand started to ache, one and a half of the two math holiday test papers had already been filled with writing.
Looking at the electronic counter, it showed a total of 437 squeezes.
This is an extremely high number. Normally, he can only shake hands about 30 times, and that's with his right hand.
Overwhelmed with joy, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Then I put down the hand grip strengthener and continued working on the practice sheets.
Mathematics, chemistry, and physics—except for English and Chinese, which require a lot of memorization—the science papers are solved one question at a time by referring to the books.
It gave Wang Shenyu a pseudo-academic experience.
During this time, his father used a spare key to open his bedroom door, intending to "educate" his son again, only to find his son studying and doing exercises very seriously for two or three hours straight.
Even when he checked on his son before going to bed, his son was still doing his homework.
This was unimaginable before, and it even made Wang Maocai want to cry. Every time, he would quietly close the door that was not fully open and couldn't help but tell his wife that his son had become sensible.
Indeed, it is only through great mistakes that one can gain profound understanding.
After observing from outside the window for several hours, Saraso spread its wings and flew away.
It needs to find the next high-quality target.
It's still obvious now, but a subtle will has already begun to sway it. As the user becomes more obsessed with and deeply utilizes the power, their faith will also grow stronger.
...
On Sunday evening, boarding students returned to school one after another to attend Sunday evening self-study.
In the past, this time of year was the prime time for students to copy each other's homework.
Both good and bad students copy each other; the only difference is that "good students" are more selective about who they copy from, while "bad students" will copy from anyone.
It can be said that this was the only time since the second half of his junior year that Wang Shenyu remained calm and composed.
Sitting in his seat, he flipped through the English vocabulary list, showing no intention of copying homework.
"Shenyu, don't give up. Here, all seven papers are here. Copy them!"
My deskmate, Xiaoyou, suddenly handed me his homework, which he had obviously just hastily copied.
Copying seven pages in half a class period is quite an impressive feat.
This action left Wang Shenyu both amused and exasperated; the phrase "not giving up on oneself" felt rather strange in this context.
"No need, I've already done everything."
"ah!?"
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