When Yang Haoran saw the two women walking into the classroom, both with smiles on their faces, a weight lifted from his heart, and he felt a wave of relief. A smile naturally spread across his own face.
His little sister Yaoyao was going to be a crucial member of his future harem. Although she still needed training and guidance, he could see that Yaoyao had the innate talent of a slutβlike an unpolished gem waiting for a skilled artisan to carefully carve and refine her.
Now that the two women could get along amicably, it marked a vital first step.
In truth, he harbored another layer of intention. His mother and Auntie Shen were both his targets; once he successfully brought them into his fold, he hoped his mother and Auntie Shen could also get along as harmoniously as Yaoyao and Wannu.
With his worries set aside, Yang Haoran pulled out from his trouser pocket the small box that resembled a cosmetics compact. Afraid of the potential embarrassment if others saw it, he used his body to shield it from view.
After all, even though it only looked similar in shape, for a man to carry such an item was somewhat shameful.
He opened the box, used two fingers to pinch out a small glass vial, closed the box, and tucked it back into his pocket.
The small glass vial was about the size of a finger and contained a colorless, transparent liquid. Under the sunlight, it seemed to shimmer with sparkling points of light. Yang Haoran assumed it was just light reflecting off the glass and thought nothing of it.
But now that he had taken it out, he was puzzled about how to open it. The glass vial had semi-circular structures at both ends, seamlessly integrated into a smooth, round whole. It appeared there was no convenient way to open it.
As he pondered whether he should use a wooden stick or a pen to gently break one end, his fingers rubbed against one of the semi-circular glass structures. With a slight twist, the semi-circular glass component, as if it were an attached external part, came off.
“So simple.”
Yang Haoran didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He felt he had overcomplicated it. Then again, such glass vials usually had a scored line; a gentle twist would open it. He hadnβt noticed the scored line earlier and thought this one was different.
Yang Haoran tilted his head back and drank it. There was no taste upon entering his mouth, just a cooling sensation that spread down his throat and into his stomach.
“Was Mom tricked? This feels no different from chilled soda, and it doesnβt even taste as good,” Yang Haoran muttered.
But the next second, a chilling sensation shot straight up to the crown of his head, causing him to jolt violently.
He felt his entire head permeated with an icy sensation, as if a stream of cold air was rushing chaotically through his mind. As it spread, his brain seemed to grow increasingly clear. The classroom scene before his eyes seemed to transform into streams of data, deeply imprinted into his mind.
When he closed his eyes, he could still visualize the classroom as vividly as if his eyes were open, every detail lifelike and clear.
In an instant, Yang Haoran was stunned. Wasnβt this the effect of the superpower pill from the movie Limitless?
But after a momentβs thought, he dismissed the idea. In Limitless, the superpower pill could stimulate the brain to recall every past event and every scene with perfect clarity. He couldnβt do that.
It seemed he could only imprint everything he saw into his mind and immediately analyze its underlying principles. However, if he lacked the relevant knowledgeε¨ε€ in his mind, he couldnβt analyze it and could only store the information deeply in his memory.
At this moment, Yang Haoran didnβt realize his thought processes were operating at an incredibly rapid speed, and his thinking was clearer than ever before. The shock and surprise he would normally feel in such a situation seemed much more subdued under the influence of his enhanced cognitive function.
His motherβs instructions surfaced in his mind: she had told him to drink one vial before class and another when he felt the effects wearing off. That meant the effects were time-limited, though he didnβt yet know how long this state would last.
This was no health supplementβit was clearly black-tech! Yang Haoran muttered to himself in a daze.
This period was math class. The math teacher was an elderly professor with graying temples, surnamed Li. He wore black-framed glasses and looked advanced in years, but in reality, he was a genuinely renowned lecturer hired by the school at a high price to teach the advanced class.
As Professor Li placed his textbook on the lectern and followed the usual routine of asking the students to stand and greet him, the chorus of “Good morning, teacher” rose like a wave. After the students took their seats, Professor Li adjusted his black-framed glasses, moistened his finger with saliva to turn the page of his textbook, and began his lecture unhurriedly.
Yang Haoran listened with rapt attention. Today, Professor Li was introducing a new topic: the induction formulas of trigonometric functions.
“Students, the sum of any vector and its opposite vector is the zero vector. That is, a + (-a) = (-a) + a = 0.”
Professor Li wrote as he explained on the blackboard. “Therefore, if vectors a and b are opposites, then a = -b, b = -a, and aΒ·b = 0.”
Although Professor Li was nearing seventy, his voice remained resonant and forceful.
Yang Haoran listened with great interest. The light in his eyes had never been so bright, and he had never before felt that learning could be so effortless.
He could not only understand the knowledge points Professor Li explained but also comprehend them with ease. His highly accelerated brain seemed to analyze how to apply these formulas, how many variables would result from their transformations, and so on.
As Professor Li delved deeper into the topic, incorporating knowledge from previous lessons, Yang Haoran began to struggle. He hadnβt learned the earlier material and lacked the foundational knowledgeε¨ε€.
With a shift in his thinking, he found a solution: since he hadnβt learned it, he would start learning it now. In fact, after listening for a while, he realized he didnβt even need to listen to the teacherβs explanation. Just by looking at the formulas andζ‘ζ in the textbook, he could understand them.
In other words, he could essentially teach himself. Once the thought occurred to him, he acted on it. He turned back to the first chapter of the textbook and began reading on his own, completely ignoring what Professor Li was teaching.
After drinking the potion, his concentration seemed to have improved significantly. There was none of his usual absent-mindedness or lack of focus.
In three minutes, he finished reading the first chapter, “Overview of Trigonometric Functions,” and felt he had thoroughly mastered it.
He didnβt stop there but immediately moved on to the next chapterβsη₯θ―ηΉ.
He had never before found math so simple. It felt as elementary as kindergarten arithmetic, like learning what 1 + 1 equals. Because it felt easy, learning was effortless. Without pressure, he was willing to learn, even eager to learn.
After reading continuously for over twenty minutes, Yang Haoran finally caught up to the knowledge points Professor Li was covering that day.