Chapter 3: The Scroll of Wisdom

  The subway returned to its starting point, stopped for two minutes, and automatically threw Chen Yi onto the platform.

  But he wasn't very worried because on the train schedule above the door was clearly written: Jiangning - Kingdom of Sanqiao.

  The time next to it is 10:30 pm.

  The late-night train station, fewer people waiting.

  There is a taste of loneliness floating around.

  People coming and going, exhausted with a hint of numbness.

  The weather is getting colder and colder.

  Chen Yi's heart was scorching hot.

  He liked the subway for the first time so much. Even the best luxury car can't compare with the safety and happiness of family members.

  On the heavy wooden box, there were hollow flower patterns on the edge, with a warm and smooth glue that felt comfortable to the touch. The most special thing was the scroll inside the wooden box. Once the silk thread was torn open, one would possess its energy. Thinking of this, the somewhat dull world in front of Chen Yi suddenly became bright and clear.

  Giving up his goal of going to the company, Chen Yi braved the howling wind and returned home, trying out the "Perception Scroll" all the way, and thus understood the structure of many things...

  Trees are wooden, the ground is stony, and stray dogs are fleshy. He can even distinguish between living things and non-living things around him, as well as some more specific properties, without even turning his head.

  This is still a first-class scroll, if it were a third-class scroll, I wonder how much the ability to distinguish would increase.

  After 30 minutes, the effect of the perception scroll completely disappeared, and Chen Yi Qiang endured it without tearing open another one.

  Drowsily slept a night, until the next morning, "bang bang" knocking on the door sounded.

  "Chen Yi, get up and come eat breakfast." It's Mom's voice.

  After finishing speaking, she quickly went downstairs.

  Apart from the charitable causes she has been devoted to, Fang Man-yi also had to help her husband maintain the company's image and on top of that, took care of household chores and cooking, making her the busiest person in the family.

  Chen Yi sat up with a start, his eyes bleary. He quickly became alert and turned over to look for the wooden box at the head of the bed. Seeing that the scroll was still inside, he relaxed all at once.

  When going downstairs to the dining room, Chen Yi had already put on his carefully organized backpack, which hid a red sandalwood box.

  At this moment, Chen Zongyou was reading the newspaper while eating sausage and scrambled eggs. Seeing Chen Yi coming down, he put down the newspaper with a rustling sound and said, "I have something to tell you."

  Chen's mother glared at him and said, "Finish your meal first before talking."

  Chen Congyu smiled bitterly and said: "The thing has happened, knowing it earlier or later is all the same."

  "What's wrong?" Chen Yi'an calmly took over the milk. In recent days, he had heard a lot of bad news and had trained his nerves to be thick-skinned.

  Fang Manwei sighed and sat down on his right side, lowering her voice: "The company's turnover is having problems, I'm afraid we won't be able to pay the mortgage for our house."

  "Oh." This was something he had expected all along, but Chen Yi asked again, "How much difference?"

  "Never mind, it's a matter of hundreds of millions." Chen Congyu said as he stood up and left for work.

  "Your father is in a bad mood, never mind. We might be moving out next week, I'm telling you first."

  Chen Yi responded with a grunt and continued devouring his breakfast, as if he hadn't heard anything.

  Carrying the magic scroll indeed calmed his mind.

  Fang Man looked at him carefully for a while, seeing that he was indeed not paying attention, and only then did she feel at ease leaving.

  After finishing breakfast, Chen Yi went to catch the subway again. Exhausted, he finally arrived at school. If I had to say what I miss most, luxury cars and drivers would definitely be in the top three.

  As soon as he sat down, he asked: "What's the first class?"

  Doraemon's. Across the aisle was Luo Xiaoshan, a giant figure squeezed into the chair, with a clean and tidy desktop.

  Doraemon is chemistry teacher Su Zhaoxiong's nickname, he is famous for being able to carry countless items with him, once single-handedly pulled out a balance from his clothes, along with a set of weights. Burned bottles and reagents are all stuffed in his pockets, chalkboard erasers are not even worth mentioning.

  Chen Yi stuffed his backpack into the desk and took out a scroll of wisdom without hesitation, tearing it open in the dark.

  A clear energy seeped in from his temple, and a "7" character was imprinted on the tiger's mouth of his right hand.

  Tore open is a secondary intelligence scroll, gained 7 points of intelligence.

  The so-called intelligence of the Kingdom of Santiao is actually IQ. This second-level scroll is equivalent to an increase of 7 points in IQ - it includes many aspects, such as observation power, memory power, imagination power, analytical judgment ability, thinking ability and adaptability.

  In IQ tests, an IQ of 100 is the average level of development. For every 10 points increase or decrease, the evaluation will change, and as it approaches either extreme, the number of people will also decrease.

  An increase of 7 points in IQ will make Chen Yi, who was originally average, instantly surpass most of his classmates in terms of intelligence.

  Su Zhaoxiong walked into the classroom with the bell ringing.

  His image is tall and majestic, with black skin, thick hands and feet, at first glance, it's like a bear wearing clothes. At the beginning, he scared a group of classmates, but since the name "Doraemon" became famous, in everyone's eyes, he seemed more like a cat bear, his intimidating power greatly reduced.

  "Today, let's talk about the mock exam questions. I've brought all the papers."

  The following is a sparse response.

  Su Zhaoxiong, with a good temper, smiled and turned to write on the blackboard, saying: "Time is a bit tight, let's start from the back and go forward, wherever we get to will be wherever we get to."

  Luo Xiaoshan quickly pulled out the book from his pocket and looked at it, saying with dissatisfaction: "The questions in the back are too difficult, what's there to talk about, every time I waste half of my time on these things."

  He said, seeking a way of alliance: "Chen Yi, you say whether it is or not."

  "It's actually not that difficult." Chen Yi smiled calmly, immersed in the bonus of intelligence, his excellent genetic inheritance making him look somewhat like a star.

  "Did you really get it?" Luo Xiaoshan suddenly turned his head, and in his impression, his good friend's chemistry was only barely passing.