Driven by curiosity, I filtered the results to the technology category, wondering just how advanced the technology in the entire universe is.
Looking at the dazzling array of items, each with its own strange and high-tech features, he was overwhelmed. Some items were cheap, while others were incredibly expensive.
Yang Feng is like someone browsing Taobao, looking but not buying.
Suddenly, I saw something magical called a bamboo dragonfly. It's a compact flying device that can be carried anywhere on your body. Just press a button and fly according to your thoughts. It can fly continuously for two hours, and if you need to stop and rest, it can fly for up to four hours.
It costs eighty scrolls, which is quite a good deal.
"It can fly? That's pretty impressive."
Yang Feng silently thought to himself, rubbing his chin with his large hand. If he had enough scrolls, he would almost like to buy one.
Who wouldn't want to enjoy the feeling of soaring through the sky?
What he certainly didn't know was that when a cultivator reaches the Innate Realm, they can fly.
After all, Yang Feng didn't know much about cultivation.
Yang Feng continued scrolling down, looking at many high-tech gadgets, which could only be described as ingenious and imaginative technologies.
"Brother, come here and help me memorize my lessons. I'll recite them for you to hear!"
At this moment, Yang Lianqing put the test paper into her schoolbag, turned to look at Yang Feng, waved her little hand, and said.
"Okay, wait a minute."
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng exited the system store interface, glanced at his sister, put the white envelope in, folded it in half, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Immediately afterwards, he stood up, moved his chair, and came to his sister's side.
"Here, this is the lesson on 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng'," Yang Lianqing said sweetly, turning to that page in her Chinese textbook and handing it to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng took the Chinese textbook, glanced at it with his deep eyes, suddenly frowned, and made a hook shape with his finger, then hit his little sister's head hard.
"Why!"
Yang Lianqing screamed, covered her head with her small hands, stared at Yang Feng with teary eyes, and complained:
"Brother, why did you hit me? It hurts!"
"This text was taught in the first year of high school, and you still haven't memorized it?"
Yang Feng stared at his sister's reddened eyes and said without any mercy.
"It's because this text is so long and so difficult to read that I didn't want to memorize it back then."
Yang Lianqing touched her two little index fingers together and exclaimed.
"Really? Then recite it now, I'm listening."
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng closed his Chinese textbook, placed it on the desk, and said.
"Brother, you're just listening to me recite without even looking at the Chinese textbook? Aren't you afraid you'll forget it yourself?"
Yang Lianqing looked at Yang Feng with a puzzled expression and asked.
"No." Yang Feng shook his head slightly. Although he had learned this text a long time ago and had indeed forgotten a lot of it, he had just glanced at it and basically reviewed it. With his super memory, he had completely memorized it.
It becomes a permanent memory; if it were someone else, it would at most be a fleeting memory.
"Alright then, I'll begin."
Looking at Yang Feng's calm expression, Yang Lianqing then began to recite.
"Yuzhang, the old prefecture; Hongdu, the new capital. Its stars align with the constellations of Wing and Chariot; its land borders Heng and Lu..."
As he listened to the difficult classical Chinese text, Yang Feng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly recalled his past in his first year of high school.
At that time, he and Han Shilan were not classmates in the same class.
One morning, Yang Feng was jogging on the school playground when he happened to see her sitting under a tree, reciting her lessons.
However, he only glanced at it briefly before looking away and didn't pay any attention.
Immediately afterward, as he ran his second lap, he heard a click of a camera shutter.
Looking up at the sound, Yang Feng frowned slightly in displeasure as he saw her hurriedly place the rose gold fruit 6 on her fair legs and continue reciting.
"The mountains and passes are difficult to cross; who will mourn the lost traveler? We meet by chance, all strangers in a foreign land..."
Yang Feng, with a calm expression, walked towards her and said in a very straightforward manner:
Were you filming me just now?
"Ah? No...no." Han Shilan hurriedly picked up her Chinese textbook, not even realizing she was holding it upside down, and looked at Yang Feng with a hint of shyness in her eyes.
Hearing her flustered voice, Yang Feng chuckled and then said in his usual straightforward manner:
"Delete the photos for me. I don't like people taking pictures of me."
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan, emboldened by some unknown source, suddenly stood up and said, "You're just being presumptuous. Why would I take a picture of you? Don't think you can be so arrogant just because you're the top student in the grade."
After saying that, she turned around and gave Yang Feng a beautiful back view, a blush appearing on her face.
"Am I just being presumptuous? Probably." Yang Feng watched Han Shilan's departing figure until he reached the teaching building, then continued his running exercise on the playground.
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