Chapter 3: Only I Can Use Magic Chapter 3 Wisdom Scroll

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

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

But he was not very worried, because the train schedule above the car door clearly read: Jiangning—Holy Qiao Kingdom.

The time beside it was 22:30 at night.

The late-night station had fewer people waiting.

A taste of loneliness floated in the air.

People coming and going, weary and numb.

The weather grew colder and colder.

Chen Yi's heart, however, burned hot.

He had never liked the subway so much. No matter how fine a luxury car, it could not compare to his family's safety and happiness.

On the heavy wooden box, at the outer edge of the carved patterns, there was a warm gelatinous substance, extremely comfortable to the touch. Most special of all was the scroll inside the box; once the silk thread was torn open, it would release the energy within. Thinking of this, Chen Yi's world, which had seemed dim before his eyes, suddenly brightened.

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

Trees were wooden, the ground was stone, stray dogs were fleshy. He did not even need to turn his head to distinguish living things from non-living things around him, and even some more specific attributes.

This was still a Level 1 Scroll; if it were a Level 3 Scroll, who knew how much the discernment ability would increase.

After 30 minutes, the effect of the Perception Scroll completely disappeared, and Chen Yi barely restrained himself from tearing open another one.

He slept in a daze until the next morning, when "bang bang" knocking on the door sounded.

"Chen Yi, get up and eat breakfast." It was his mother's call.

After speaking, she quickly went downstairs.

Besides the charity work she usually presided over, Fang Man Yi also had to help her husband maintain the company's situation, and on top of serving as housekeeper and chef, she could be called the busiest person in the family.

Chen Yi sat up with sleepy eyes, then alertly rolled over, first finding the wooden box by the bedside; seeing the scroll inside was still there, he finally relaxed.

When he went downstairs to the restaurant, Chen Yi had already put on his carefully organized schoolbag, inside which was hidden the tracing wooden box.

At this moment, Chen Congyu was reading the newspaper while eating sausage and fried eggs. Seeing Chen Yi come down, he put down the newspaper with a swipe and said: "Let me tell you something."

Chen Mu glared at him and said: "Finish eating first before talking."

Chen Congyu smiled bitterly and said: "The thing has happened; knowing early or late is the same."

"What thing?" Chen Yi calmly took the milk. These days he had heard plenty of bad news, which had instead trained him to have thick nerves.

Fang Man Yi sighed, sat on his right side, and lowered her voice: "The company's turnover has problems; I'm afraid our house mortgage can't be paid off."

"Oh." This was something he had long expected, but Chen Yi asked another question: "How much short?"

"Don't worry about it; that's a matter of several hundred million." Chen Congyu said while standing up: "I'm going to work."

Chen Mu patted Chen Yi's shoulder soothingly and said: "Your father is in a bad mood, it's nothing. We might have to move out next week; I'm telling you first."

Chen Yi responded with a sound and continued to wolf down his breakfast, as if he hadn't heard.

Carrying a Magic Scroll indeed calmed his mind.

Fang Man Yi carefully looked at her son for a while; seeing that he really didn't care, she then left reassured.

After breakfast, Chen Yi went to catch the subway again; after great effort he finally arrived at school. If one were to say what he missed most, a luxury car and driver would definitely rank in the top three.

As soon as he sat down, he asked: "What is the first period?"

"Doraemon's." Across the aisle was Luo Xiaoshan, his giant frame filling the chair, while the desktop was spotless.

Doraemon was the nickname of chemistry teacher Su Zhaoxiong, famous for being able to carry countless items on his person; he had once pulled out a balance scale with one hand from his clothes, along with a set of weights. Beakers and reagents were all kept in his pockets, and chalkboard erasers went without saying.

Chen Yi stuffed his schoolbag into the desk and without hesitation took out a Wisdom Scroll, tearing it open in the dark.

A clear coolness seeped in from his temple, and a "7" character was imprinted on the webbing of his right hand.

What was torn open was a Level Two Intelligence Scroll, granting 7 points of Intelligence.

The so-called Intelligence of the Holy Qiao Kingdom was actually Intelligence Quotient. This Level 2 Scroll was equivalent to increasing 7 points of IQ—it included many aspects, such as observation, memory, imagination, analytical judgment, thinking ability, and adaptability, etc.

In IQ tests, an IQ of 100 was a medium level of development; every increase or decrease of 10 points would change the evaluation, and the closer to the two extremes, the fewer the people.

Increasing 7 points of IQ would make Chen Yi, originally above average, instantly surpass most classmates in intelligence level.

Su Zhaoxiong walked into the classroom accompanied by the bell.

His image was tall, with dark skin and coarse hands and feet; at first glance, he really looked like a bear wearing clothes. He originally scared a batch of classmates, but ever since the name "Doraemon" became well known, in everyone's eyes he was more like a panda bear, with greatly reduced deterrence.

"Today, we'll talk about the mock exam questions. Did everyone bring their papers?"

Downstairs responded sparsely.

Su Zhaoxiong, who had a good temper, smiled, turned around and wrote on the blackboard, saying aloud: "Time is tight, we'll lecture from back to front, and wherever we get to is where we get to."

Luo Xiaoshan quickly pulled out a novel from his pocket to read, and said with dissatisfaction: "The questions at the back are too hard; what's the point of lecturing them? Every time we waste more than half the time on these places."

He said, seeking allies: "Chen Yi, don't you think so?"

"Actually it's not hard." Chen Yi, immersed in the intelligence bonus, smiled freely; his excellent genetic makeup made him look like he had some star quality.

"You really figured it out?" Luo Xiaoshan immediately turned his head; in his impression, this friend of his was only at a passing level in chemistry.