Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

For someone who has been nearsighted for twenty years

The mere restoration of their eyesight is already an immense blessing.

But now it seems that treating nearsightedness is really just a minor, insignificant function of its.

The truly miraculous effect of this pill is that it greatly enhances memory.

Never forget.

As someone who has studied for over twenty years, from elementary school to doctorate, Qiao Chen understands all too well the weight of those four words.

No matter the industry or field, a strong memory is the most important supporting ability.

No need to review for exams, you'll never forget literature after reading it once, you can accurately cite data at a glance, and you can learn multiple languages ​​at will.

What others take ten years to accumulate, someone with a photographic memory can easily master in a year.

Overwhelmed with excitement, she immediately picked up her phone and called Guo Lin.

As soon as the call connected, before Guo Lin could even speak, she eagerly said:

"Guo Lin, no, you really are my mother. I'm even more grateful to you for bringing me to Las Vegas."

I have something to tell you!

I've discovered that my memory has become incredibly good; I can practically remember everything I see!

I just read a 40-page review paper and memorized it from beginning to end, not a single word was wrong!

Do you know that feeling?

On the other end of the phone, Guo Lin's reaction was surprisingly calm.

It even carries a sense of taking it for granted.

Her tone was flat and even slightly teasing:

"You're only just realizing this?"

"You're so slow to react! I thought you'd find out the next day."

Qiao Chen was stunned for a moment; Guo Lin's reaction confused her even more.

"You already found out?"

Why didn't you tell me?

I thought I was the only one who felt this way.

Guo Lin chuckled on the other end of the phone, her tone tinged with a hint of mischief and teasing:

"When I first took the Tongqiao Pill, I didn't feel like I had a photographic memory. At that time, I just felt that my eyes were better and my mind was clear."

The feeling of having a photographic memory truly only came after having sex with the boss.

What do you mean by that?

I don't think I understood that...

Qiao Chen pressed for details, vaguely sensing that Guo Lin's words contained a hidden meaning, but she didn't immediately realize it.

Guo Lin explained bluntly, in a tone of disappointment and frustration:

"You've been lying in bed all these past few days without thinking about this at all?"

Although you took the Tongqiao Pill, its medicinal power is simply too much for an ordinary person like you to digest.

Most of the drug's effects are absorbed into the body.

When your boss helps you understand...

Only then was the true efficacy of the Tongqiao Pill brought into play.

This is the complete process.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Chen's face instantly flushed red.

But reason told her that Guo Lin was not joking.

She tried to suppress her shyness and continued to ask questions from an academic perspective:

"So...doing 'that' with the boss really has these benefits?"

When she said those words, she herself felt they were both absurd and true.

"That's because the boss is powerful."

Guo Lin's tone carried a sense of self-righteous pride and blind worship of Lin Feng.

"I even suspect that the boss is not an ordinary person at all."

The things he did and the things he presented are beyond the comprehension of a normal person.

I even suspect the boss is one of those cultivators from fantasy novels, the kind who can fly, teleport, refine pills and weapons, and live forever.

"That's incredible... Are there really cultivators in this world?"

How come I've never heard of this before?

Holding her phone, Qiao Chen felt her entire worldview collapsing and being rebuilt at an astounding speed.

She recalled the scene of the 300-kilogram black bear flying out yesterday, and the Qi-opening pill.

A photographic memory.

All of these can only be explained by the term "cultivator".

Although the explanation sounded utterly absurd, she couldn't find any more reasonable answer.

There is absolutely no drug in the scientific community that is unforgettable.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. We're almost done here and will be driving back soon."

We'll be heading back to Las Vegas soon, so pack your things.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave..." Before Qiao Chen could finish speaking, Guo Lin hung up the phone.

When Guo Lin and the others returned to the Rattlesnake Farm, Qiao Chen had already packed her luggage.

She stood at the villa entrance, watching Guo Lin jump down from the pickup truck with a light and graceful movement.

Guo Lin walked up to her, reached out and pinched Qiao Chen's cheek, and said with a smile:

"What's wrong? You don't want to leave?"

You're the boss's woman now, your status is different.

"Of course the boss will give you some exclusive perks,"

"What exclusive benefits?"

"You'll find out when you get back."

"It's much more exciting than hunting wild boar."

Sun Ting smiled but offered no explanation.

He simply exchanged a meaningful glance with Guo Lin.

There was a tacit understanding hidden in their eyes that only they could comprehend.

This piqued Qiao Chen's curiosity, making him feel like a kitten was tickling him.

She looked left at Sun Ting, then right at Guo Lin.

Both of them had a "guess what" look on their faces, which made her so anxious she almost stomped her feet.

But she also knew that her two best friends were very tight-lipped.

If they don't want to talk about something, you can't pry it open even with a crowbar.

Lin Feng clapped his hands, interrupting the women's exchange of glances, his tone casual:

"Alright, alright, stop flirting with each other here."

After packing my things, I drove to the airport.

"No problem!" the women replied in unison, turning around to go back to their rooms to get their luggage.

McKenna did not come with them on the way back.

She leaned against a pillar in the porch, still holding her mug, and waved casually to Lin Feng and his group.

As for the black bear, we didn't bring it; it was too big to fit in the car.

Sarah found a truck and transported her to Las Vegas.

The return team lineup remained the same: Sarah, Qiao Chen, Guo Lin, Sun Ting, plus Lin Feng.

A group of five.

McKenna arranged for a black Chevrolet Suburban to take them to the airport.

Lin Feng was still driving, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the open window, his posture relaxed and composed.

The car left Rattlesnake Farm and drove along straight asphalt roads in the Texas countryside.

The highway is flanked by endless pastures.

About ten minutes from the cowboy town, Sun Ting suddenly leaned out of the back seat.

Pointing to the Tesla charging station not far to the right of the road, he said...

His tone carried a hint of surprise and curiosity:

"Look over there! What are those black guys doing?"

They were acting suspiciously, circling around the charging station; it didn't look like they were charging normally at all.

Lin Feng glanced casually in the direction she was pointing.

His gaze lingered on those figures for less than a second before he looked away.

His expression was as if he were looking at something perfectly normal, and his tone was flat and emotionless. "Nothing to see, just a bunch of petty thieves."

Guo Lin rolled down the car window and squinted to take a closer look. She saw that the black men were holding a tool that looked like oversized scissors.

He was forcefully cutting something at the base of the charging station.

She asked in confusion, "They seem to be holding scissors, the really big kind, completely different from the garden shears we use to trim branches in China."

What are you doing?