Chapter 31: Talk to Me Lin Xicai has become accustomed to his gaze...
Lin Xicai has become accustomed to his gaze, accustomed to his gaze regardless of any emotion, and can ignore all his emotions equally.
That was nothing to do with her.
That's something a low-quality NPC doesn't deserve.
His panic, anxiety, and stress fermented endlessly in the air, diluting the hypocrisy and harshness in his blood, and the smell on his body became less unpleasant.
As a reward, Lin Xicai thoughtfully kept the house lit 24 hours a day.
Because he seems to be particularly afraid of the dark and has an obvious stress response to it.
As long as he behaves well, Lin Xicai doesn't mind letting him live more comfortably here.
Under his unblinking gaze, Lin Xicai walked towards him. The distance between the two of them gradually closed, and the man's gaze became hotter and more intense.
Hate is hot.
The weird and twisted expectations inside are also hot.
He watched her walk towards him step by step, and the feeling of fear and trembling surged little by little, almost swallowing him whole.
But why didn't she look at him?
Why didn't she talk to him?
How long had it been since he heard her voice? How long had it been since he heard a person's voice?
The inexplicable desire and anger reached its peak when he watched her put down the lunch box and turn around to disappear. Before he realized what he was about to do, he had already rushed forward like a madman and held down her hand that was about to pull away.
The warmth of the food box still lingered on her hand, and the delicate and warm texture of her skin was transmitted to his hand. He grasped that hand, feeling something almost greedily.
Li Ci's action surprised her a little, and Lin Xicai frowned slightly.
Such a touch made her resist and disgusted, and she almost subconsciously wanted to break free, but when Li Ci looked at her, the aggression in his eyes seemed to dissipate in an instant, turning into something that even he himself was confused about.
Lin Xicai looked up, and their eyes met. Li Ci's eyes seemed to be burned, and the movement of holding her hand paused, but he still did not let her go, and even held her wrist more greedily and tighter.
At that time, Li Ci was wearing an old shirt of Fu Yanxiu's, with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a part of his forearm.
Perhaps because the exposed scar on that part of her forearm was too conspicuous, Lin Xicai did not immediately pull away forcibly. Instead, she just glanced at him lightly, her eyes indifferent and puzzled.
Li Ci stared at her intently, the dark glint in his eyes making his proud and arrogant face reveal a sense of desolation and dejection. After a while, he opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Speak to me, speak to me. I command you to speak to me..."
That handsome face seemed a little distorted because of the overly strong emotions.
Lin Xicai looked at him, and at this moment she actually understood him - no one had spoken to him for more than ten days. This absolute loneliness itself was a silent punishment. He longed to hear the voice of mankind.
Even if that voice comes from the enemy.
Even compared to her enemy, this boundless and endless loneliness is more terrifying.
At a certain moment, Lin Xicai even wanted to satisfy him.
But unfortunately.
Lin Xicai, who wanted to be kind, happened to be a mute.
Even if she really wanted to show mercy at this moment, she couldn't say a word.
"Why don't you speak?" Li Ci's voice suddenly became louder, like the roar of a trapped beast, "Why don't you speak? Aren't you very proud of what I have become now? Speak, scold me! Laugh at me! Why don't you speak? You...you speak! I order you to speak..."
Li Ci's eyes were red, and his voice suddenly became softer after he yelled. One hand tightly grasped her hand, and the other hand was painfully inserted into her hair. "Why... why don't you pay attention to me... why don't you pay attention to me... please pay attention to me, why do you hate me so much... why do you hate me so much..."
Lin Xicai looked at him madly, her big eyes blinked, and a moment of helplessness flashed across her face.
God, this time it’s not that she doesn’t want to say it, it’s that she really can’t say it.
Why.
She pulled her hand out, gently touched his soft and fluffy hair with her fingertips, and stroked it twice in a soothing manner.
Li Ci's body froze there, staring at her, his eyes red, the unreadable emotions in them like a river, almost destroying her.
…….
Lin Xicai didn't have much time to watch him go crazy, but she once again felt extremely concerned about her mute identity. After coming out of that place, she picked up the test paper and exercise book to do the questions and check the answers.
She makes up for the basic knowledge after class and tries her best to follow the teacher's ideas in class. Lin Xicai can feel her own progress and changes. At least now in class, she can understand about 50% to 60% of what the teacher says.
Occasionally, when I come across knowledge points that I have never heard of, I will write them down immediately and study or look them up in books after class.
After returning home, she does her homework even more seriously. While others would write their homework once, she would write it at least three times. She would do the homework once, then revise it according to the answer, and then close the book and do it again.
This process was undoubtedly painful, but it must be admitted that it helped her a lot.
And after the painful study, lying in bed every day, the feeling of tiredness and fulfillment intertwined together would make her sleep particularly peacefully and soundly, and she had a sense of self-satisfaction of "making good use of time" that she had never experienced before.
But this kind of self-study is limited after all. It has to be admitted that at her current level, there are indeed some questions that she can hardly understand even after looking at the answers.
Lin Xicai lowered her head and frowned at a question about analytic functions - for example, this one, there was an answer, but the steps were written very briefly, and a very critical step only gave the result. She listed the ideas of the answer several times, but could not get the result of that step.
When she was calculating, she could feel that there was a ladder missing in the middle, but she didn't know what that "ladder" was.
Lin Xicai counted two or three times, her patience was exhausted, and her anger was aroused.
What the hell? Who wrote such a cryptic answer?
Do you think everyone is a top student? Can you please consider the progress of ordinary students? Do top students need to see your answers? You really don't understand who your audience is, right?
Bad review!
Get out of here.
Lin Xicai thought for a moment, and the phone beside her suddenly vibrated.
Lin Xicai looked up and saw an email pop up on the screen.
Lin Xicai clicked on it and found that it was an email from an unfamiliar account. There was no text content, only a Word attachment. The title of the attachment only had three words, "Learning Package".
Lin Xicai became even more angry at this moment.
You're bringing up something that's not related to the topic, right?
What a rubbish ad.
You get out too.
Lin Xicai deleted the email and continued calculating as if she didn't believe it.
Then, as expected, it still didn't match.
Lin Xicai scratched her hair, and her doubts went from herself to the answer - could it be that the answer was wrong?
Just then, the mailbox rang again.
Lin Xicai looked over and saw that it was sent from the same unfamiliar account, with the same attachment, and the name of the attachment had not changed, still "Learning Package".
But this time I reluctantly added a line of words——
“If you don’t learn from a famous teacher, you will suffer.”
Lin Xicai: “…”
More like a small advertisement.
This stupid slogan successfully aroused Lin Xicai's curiosity. She suddenly wanted to see which organization this was. It was really persistent and narcissistic.
The teacher is a famous one, and if you don't learn, you will suffer. Lin Xicai clicked on the attachment with the mentality of watching a joke.
There were three questions in that "learning package", all of which were about analytic functions, and the answers to each question were written in great detail.
There is even a separate section under each question to organize the formulas and the derivation process of these formulas.
Lin Xicai looked at the questions one by one. When she saw the last question, her fingertips paused slightly. She was surprised to find that the third question in this "learning package" was the one she was worried about.
Lin Xicai was stunned for a moment, a little surprised. What kind of timely rain was this? Was it such a coincidence?
Not only did the last question solve her doubts, the other two questions were also very well chosen. They were classic types of basic questions. She had just learned the knowledge points on her own, and using these two questions to test her learning effect was perfect.
This study package was exactly what she wanted. It was so targeted that it was like a teacher was watching her from the side.
Lin Xicai didn't think much about it, just thinking it was a beautiful coincidence. After finishing the three questions, she continued to study according to the established learning rhythm. Then, when she was stumped by a question again, the mailbox suddenly rang again.
Lin Xicai was stunned for a moment, then clicked on it. It was the same account, another attachment. The familiar words "Learning Package" came into view.
Lin Xicai mechanically opened the attachment, saw the contents clearly, and was completely stunned - what was written in the attachment was the solution to the problem she was currently struggling with.
The feeling of unexpected joy had long since disappeared, replaced by a feeling of astonishment and shock.
Isn’t this a bit outrageous?
This is beyond coincidence, right?
Lin Xicai suppressed the urge to let her imagination run wild and tried to think as rationally as possible to deduce the possible cause and effect of this matter - then she thought of the system.
After she was tricked into becoming mute last time, the system lost connection again.
Just as the system said, the connection between the two of them seemed very unstable, and they would lose contact from time to time.
So could it be that the system couldn't contact her and was secretly helping her in this way?
It's not impossible. Although the system has shortcomings for Druid, he is essentially a kind little thing...
If it wasn't the system... Lin Xicai frowned, then it could only be that there was a bug in this world again.
Lin Xicai reasoned but couldn't come up with a definite conclusion. She couldn't figure it out, so she simply gave up thinking about it for the time being. After all, it was convenient for her.
She will slowly find out the specific situation, but she will not let the ready-made resources go unused now.
After Lin Xicai dispelled her concerns, she continued to work on the questions. When she came across something she didn't understand, she would even eagerly refresh her email to see if there was a new "study package."
Seeing how seamlessly she adapted, the other party seemed to be too lazy to even pretend. In every subsequent subject, whenever she encountered a point she didn't understand, that account would immediately send her a study pack. It was targeted guidance, easy to understand, and comprehensive.
It can be said that what the other party gave her was more than what she asked for.
What kind of behavior is this?
Be it the system or the bug, it could always help her in a practical way. She threw all her fears and doubts behind her. Lin Xicai studied like crazy for the entire weekend. This snail girl was almost always there.
Even if I can't respond to every question so quickly, I will send her a summary study package before she goes to bed, which contains all the knowledge points and question types that she had questions about during the day's study.
This has greatly improved her learning efficiency and quality. If this is a bug, Lin Xicai hopes it will exist longer.
When she returned to school, Lin Xicai felt like she had been reborn, and every class was as exciting as if she had been injected with chicken blood.
In sharp contrast to her is the person sitting next to her. While she is immersed in the ocean of study and is obsessed with learning, her classmate maintains her usual style, decadent and depressed. She is either sleeping or reading horror novels, lying down with no psychological burden at all.
The second class was mathematics, taught by the head teacher, and it covered several somewhat complicated analytical function problems.
These questions were indeed quite difficult. Lin Xicai tried her best to follow them, but she still didn't understand what they were saying halfway through.
After confirming that she couldn't keep up, Lin Xicai sighed and planned to make up for it after class. Just then, the person beside her who was reading a horror novel suddenly raised his eyes to the blackboard and snorted softly.
Lin Xicai frowned, not understanding what he was humming.
Two minutes later, the head teacher, who was sweating profusely while lecturing at the podium, suddenly stopped and looked at the blackboard with a serious expression. He then slapped his head, tapped the eraser twice, and said, "Oh, we made a mistake in this step. Let's start over from here."
Lin Xicai was stunned.
I felt relieved quickly.
——He definitely didn’t see the problem, but rather that there was phlegm stuck in his throat.
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