Chapter 391

Jinweitong didn't care about the gazes of the three people at all, walking straight to Natsume Chikage's side, handing him the National Language Strategy Book in her hand that was emitting an unusual glow, her movements crisp.

"You did indeed defeat Zhongdao Wushi; according to the conditions, this book belongs to you."

【National Language Strategy Book】

【Quality: White】

【Effect: After equipping, your efficiency in learning the national language increases by 30%!】

【Introduction: Language can produce pain, for example, this sentence—stick a toothpick into the nail gap of your big toe, and then kick it hard against the wall!】

【Synthesis Condition: Requires at least three pieces of the same type of equipment!】

"Hmm."

Natsume Chikage happily took it, his fingertips carefully stroking the slightly rough cover of this 'National Language Strategy Book'.

【You have obtained ownership of this equipment; do you want to register it?】

【Yes/No】

"Yes!"

Natsume Chikage confirmed in his heart without hesitation.

【You have successfully registered the 'National Language Strategy Book'!】

【You have obtained 1 free attribute point!】

【Distance to the next attribute point reward, still missing three pieces of special equipment!】

【Do you want to equip this equipment?】

【Yes/No】

"Yes!"

At the moment of equipping.

Natsume Chikage only felt that some national language grammar, complex and difficult-to-understand words, poems, songs, etc., related to the national language that he didn't understand before, were solved quite a bit at this moment, as if the fog in his brain had been cleared away in a corner.

This kind of change made him pleasantly surprised, his eyes brightening slightly.

The subject of national language could be said to be the worst subject for Natsume Chikage among all subjects.

As for why... it was because the previous body's learning was not good, and he had always been a bottom-feeder in the school.

So even after absorbing the memories, Natsume Chikage hadn't learned anything useful regarding the national language.

Basically, it could be said that the previous body's national language was as bad as Natsume Chikage's national language was.

As for other subjects, Natsume Chikage himself had studied them because he was from a 985 university, so naturally, re-learning them was also naturally very fast.

He had confidence that in the next monthly exam, he could get almost full marks in other subjects.

But only the national language was very precarious.

The reason why he only dared to guarantee getting into the top three of the grade before was because the national language was Natsume Chikage's worst subject.

So during this period of time, compared to other subjects, Natsume Chikage had been making up for the key points of national language knowledge.

And the 'National Language Strategy Book' obtained now had the effect of increasing the learning efficiency of the national language by 30%.

With this equipment, Natsume Chikage would likely be able to improve his national language grades faster in the future.

In general, it was an extremely good thing!

And seeing Natsume Chikage so fond of that 'National Language Strategy Book' of his, Jinweitong, who had no expression on her face, couldn't help but be silent for quite a while; no one knew what she was thinking, her gaze just lingering on his face for a moment.

As for the three girls of the Collection Force, upon learning that Natsume Chikage was asked by Jinweitong to compete with Zhongdao Wushi just to obtain this 'National Language Strategy Book', all three of them were completely dumbfounded, their expressions frozen.

Xiyuanji Qilai covered her small mouth in disbelief, her voice carrying surprise:

"Natsume-kun... you wouldn't have agreed to Jinweitong's request to compete with Zhongdao Wushi... just for this National Language Strategy Book?"

Upon hearing this, Natsume Chikage laughed it off, attempting to muddle through:

"Ye... yes."

Classmate Tengyuan Kui's voice even became louder, dumbfounded:

"Why?!"

Natsume Chikage said, bluffing sheepishly:

"My national language is quite bad, and I don't have money to buy textbooks, so... haha."

Xuecun Lingyin's cold face was full of disbelief, and that gaze was even more like looking at a fool, then she even spoke bluntly, her tone carrying a trace of reproach:

"It's truly unbelievable, truly incomprehensible—you... are you a fool?!"

"Isn't this kind of National Language Strategy Book something you can buy anywhere outside?"

"If you were really short of money, why didn't you tell us?"

"We also have this kind of textbook that we could lend to you!"

Natsume Chikage could only continue to bluff:

"You... didn't say so either."

Xiyuanji Qilai was dumbstruck, rarely agreeing, and nodded:

"Natsume-kun... this time, I agree with Lingyin that you are a fool."

Classmate Tengyuan Kui said angrily, puffing out her cheeks:

"Me too!"

"To think you went through such a difficult competition just for this National Language Strategy Book—I'm really convinced!"

Upon hearing this, Jinweitong continued to glance at Natsume Chikage, still not knowing what she was thinking in her heart, her gaze deep and dark.

And Natsume Chikage couldn't explain this matter well, coughed twice, and changed the subject:

"Tong, I'm going to the baseball club with them next, are you coming too?"

Jinweitong pondered for a while, shook her head, and turned around crisply:

"No, you guys go."

Saying this.

She left here, her footsteps gradually fading away in the corridor.

And the three girls of the Collection Force, seeing this, finally felt at ease, their shoulders relaxing slightly.

Because if Jinweitong had really taken Natsume Chikage away, or said she wanted to join in, they actually wouldn't have been able to refuse.

But without her, it was for the best.

Because if Jinweitong were there, for the three of them, the pressure would still be quite significant.

Shibuya.

The so-called baseball club was actually just an indoor baseball field.

As long as each person paid five or six hundred yen, they could enter the field to play for an hour.

Natsume Chikage, along with Xuecun Lingyin, Xiyuanji Qilai, and Classmate Tengyuan Kui, after paying, all entered, greeted by the cool air of the air conditioning and the faint smell of rubber.

They arrived in front of a field.

When Natsume Chikage first arrived, looking at the surrounding fields, he discovered there were basically no people, only sporadic sounds of batting echoing.

Only a couple who looked very loving and clingy were playing, with laughter coming from time to time.

He withdrew his gaze, looking at the field he was in.

This field was not big.

It was about the size of half a basketball court.

The surroundings were surrounded by green iron nets and rope nets to prevent baseballs from flying out.

And at the very top in front of the field, there was a circular decoration.

The outermost circle was white, the middle was blue, and the innermost was red.

Natsume Chikage knew that the innermost red one represented a home run.

Basically, the ultimate goal of everyone playing indoor baseball was to hit this red mark.

As for the very bottom of this circular decoration, a machine was installed; the machine had something like a cannon, and beside it was a large basket containing a pile of baseballs.

Obviously, the baseballs would come out of this machine in a moment.

And on Natsume Chikage's right hand side, there was a control panel where the ball speed of the machine could be set.

As for behind them.

There was a vending machine, with the glass reflecting their figures.

If they were tired from playing, they could buy drinks here.

And this price was also slightly more expensive than the vending machines outside. ===== CHAPTER 392 =====