Learn one small skill every day

"Thank you, Uncle Yu. I plan to apply to the two best schools."

"Wow, that's ambitious. I hope to hear good news from you in June."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Yu Yingcai hung up the phone.

Upon logging back into the social media app, a barrage of private messages from Zhao Wanyang popped up.

Bai Miao typed a long message explaining how he coincidentally returned to his hometown before the fire, how his phone was stolen on the bus, and how he eventually got it back.

In short, strive for logical consistency.

Only then did Zhao Wanyang believe that Bai Miao had indeed returned to his hometown.

She didn't mention anything about the person knocking on the door, but it felt like she was hinting at it all along.

"Are you coming to school tomorrow? Here, have some cherries."

"I'm coming, but I've lost all my books. Could you lend me one so I can buy new ones?"

What Bai Miao regrets most is not the books, but the notes he took during those three years of classes.

After I get my college entrance exam results, I can sell this as a study guide and make a fortune.

Unfortunately, they were all burned.

The good news is that Bai Miao never brings math books home; his math notebooks are still at school.

The bad news is that Bai Miao never takes notes in math class.

There is still one experiment that Bai Miao has not conducted regarding silence, namely, whether there is an upper limit to the storage of sound energy by silence.

How do I determine if I've reached the upper limit?

So tonight, Bai Miao chose to sleep with the quiz on.

The next morning, Bai Miao got up at six o'clock sharp, and the first thing he did was look at the Silencer in his hand.

It turned black.

The gloves, which were originally spotless white, turned black about a quarter of the way down from the fingertips after being turned on all night.

Is the upper limit a complete blackout...?

Bai Miao dares not release any more noise now, otherwise if the building is demolished, he'll be left with nothing.

Once you've filled up your inventory, try fighting monsters in the next dungeon.

Bai Miao really hoped the next instance would be a combat-based one. After the 7-day trial countdown ended, a new countdown appeared in Bai Miao's eyes.

3 days, 12 hours, 32 minutes, and 12 seconds.

Once this countdown is up, it'll be time to enter a new door.

The moment Bai Miao stepped into the classroom, the students already inside immediately became restless.

Several boys slammed their hands on the table, picked up a Chinese textbook, and chanted at Bai Miao, "Demons and monsters, leave! Demons and monsters, leave!"

Some people put their hands together and shouted "Amitabha" to Bai Miao.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Bai Miao picked up the chalk from the podium and flicked it precisely onto the forehead of the person who was shouting the loudest.

"White God, why are you hitting me? They're shouting too! We thought you were gone, so we're trying to summon your spirit!"

"Summoning spirits? More like exorcising demons."

Bai Miao looked around and asked, "Who said I'm dead? I'm home for a funeral, not burying myself!"

The classroom fell silent after he said that.

Bai Miao grabbed a shifty-eyed guy and asked, "Come on, Zhang Qing, tell me what's going on."

"Bai Shen... Squad Leader Zhao has been absent-minded these past few days, everyone has noticed, and we just happened to hear about a fire somewhere, so we immediately thought of you..."

"You guessed right. Don't guess again next time. That's nonsense."

Bai Miao returned to his seat, unsure of what to do next.

There are no books left, what's the point of studying?

Before the bell rang for morning reading, Zhao Wanyang entered the classroom on time. When she saw Bai Miao in his seat, she was stunned for a moment before walking over with stiff steps.

"Here, a cherry."

Zhao Wanyang handed over the glass bowl from her bag, glanced at Bai Miao, and warned, "Don't use that disgusting way of eating as you did last time."

"I won't eat like that anymore, I'll perform something else for you."

Bai Miao thought to himself, "You have no idea how many jobs I can do."

Bai Miao put the cherry, stem and all, into his mouth, and then stuck out his tongue. Inside was a cherry stem that had been tied in a knot.

Zhao Wanyang: "???"

Chapter Sixty-Six Version Update

Before Bai Miao had had enough, Zhao Wanyang took all the cherries back.

"Don't eat it."

Not long after the morning reading session began, Teacher Li came to the classroom to make her rounds.

Upon seeing Bai Miao, he was somewhat surprised, and then called Bai Miao out.

"Have you sorted things out at home? Would you like a few more days off?"

“It’s alright, Teacher Li. The government did a great job with the aftermath. I hardly had to worry about anything.”

"That's good... By the way, how are the preparations for the 100-day countdown rally going? It starts in a couple of days."

"It's all ready."

Although it was a simple 100-day countdown rally, Bai Miao didn't intend to slack off. He did write the speech seriously and even practiced it for a while.

“Okay, the city is taking this 100-day countdown rally quite seriously. They said they’ll send leaders to observe it.”

Bai Miao was startled and asked, "When did this happen? Was this a part of the process before?"

“In the past, we went to the best schools in the city. Our school is not the top school in the city, but it is not too bad either. This year, perhaps the leaders want to pay attention to our second-tier schools. Other schools at the same level as us have also received notices.”

Bai Miao couldn't say whether it was because his identity had been exposed that it had attracted the attention of his superiors.

However, as long as it doesn't affect my normal life, it doesn't matter.

On days without dungeons, Bai Miao devoted himself to studying, and the improvement in his mental strength and wisdom made his studying efficiency almost double.

Political books that I used to find impossible to memorize are now becoming quite easy to understand.

I feel like I can aim for 700 points in the next monthly exam.

That said, did Zhao Wanyang actually gain any intelligence? Why can't he still teach math problems?

Two days passed quickly, and Jiangcheng No. 2 Middle School ushered in the day of its 100-day countdown rally.

Bai Miao stood on the stage in the auditorium and began to speak according to the prepared speech.

The 100-day countdown rally process is quite monotonous, but this year there was an additional award presentation by leaders.

Bai Miao shook hands with Yu Yingcai somewhat awkwardly, took the certificate from his hand, and the two stood together under the spotlight for a photo.

Bai Miao discovered that Yu Yingcai's rank was similar to, or even slightly higher than, that of the mayor.

No wonder Shan Chengtian was so reserved when eating.

"Now, let's invite the chairman of Jiangcheng Qiangsheng Group to present awards to the outstanding students!"

besides? !

Gao Qiangsheng is here too?

Bai Miao then noticed a middle-aged man in a black suit with a slicked-back hairstyle sitting in the guest seats below.

Ten outstanding students were selected. Gao Qiangsheng smiled and presented each student with a certificate, shaking hands with them one by one.

"You are all pillars of our nation. I am honored to meet you all, young talents. You are welcome to come back and contribute to the development of Jiangcheng after you graduate from university. The doors of my Qiangsheng Group will always be open to you!"

The other students found it somewhat unbelievable.

This year's 100-day countdown rally is just too grand, isn't it?

He's both a high-ranking leader and the chairman of the group.

You'll have face when you go out and brag about it.

"Gao Qiangsheng came to our school's 100-day countdown rally today. Do you think he might be trying to invite me to join?"

On the Knock on the Door network, the little witch sent a private message to Bai Miao.

"Won't my identity be exposed?"

She asked cautiously, "Brother White, have you joined any organization?"

"No, joining the organization is too much trouble."

"Have you ever thought about starting your own organization? With your current reputation, you'd definitely have a lot of support. Just reserve a vice president position for me."

Bai Miao never expected Zhao Wanyang to have such thoughts.

To start your own organization?

It sounds good, but what's the point of rejecting the official organization and then setting up your own?

At this stage, starting your own organization is no different from openly rebelling.

"Forget it, organizing things is too much trouble. Have you met with Shuimohua and the others?"

Shui Mo Hua invited Bai Miao to visit Jiangcheng University, and probably also invited Zhao Wanyang, who was his teammate. However, Bai Miao has always been conservative about meeting in person.

"No, I would never meet a man alone in person, not even if he is a married professor."

Zhao Wanyang seemed to be standing on the podium with nothing to do, chatting frantically with Bai Miao.

"By the way, my classmate really came back. He didn't die."