There must be something wrong with me
Chapter 145 - 84: ’Strange Man Zhang’ (5.2K)_2

Chapter 145: Chapter 84: ’Strange Man Zhang’ (5.2K)_2

’While the Heart Demon has been mostly cleared by the previous world, even if I can’t learn, I have to memorize it now.

Although learning this way may easily trigger problems again, reverting me to the crowded memory stage from years ago.

But once crowded, it can relax, can cultivate the mind, can ease.

All of this can be untangled.’

The more Zhang Feng learns, the more he understands, ’And now with so many books here, if I don’t study them, I will face the problem of "knowing without acting."

Or rather, I’m already having issues.

Seeing so many books now, I can’t move my feet away.

This is my instinctive thought haunting me, a habit built over decades.

I know deep down that there’s something off about me.’

Reflecting on this, Zhang Feng shook his head inwardly, feeling through so many life experiences, he hadn’t learned anything fun, but damn it, turned "I want to study hard" into an instinct.

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Studying this.

Zhang Feng looked, memorizing for a year.

This also made many who come to the library aware.

Here appears a ’weirdo.’

And gradually spreading news.

Finally, the whole school knew that there’s a weirdo in the library.

This weirdo, apart from eating, drinking, and other necessities, spends all day cooped up in the library.

Otherwise, he goes to the abandoned teaching building behind the college, mysteriously concocting and eating things.

Such mysteriously behaving person.

Naturally became a ’celebrity’ among the college students.

Fortunately, this weirdo usually doesn’t communicate with people and shows no extreme actions.

They gradually got used to it.

And as summer turns to winter.

Another six months passed.

Zhang Feng had almost finished reading all the useful books for him.

And in the following time.

Zhang Feng began the ’great sweep’ as a summary.

From top to bottom, as long as it’s unseen books, missed books, as long as they’re useful to him, like ’wilderness, cooking, surgical skills.’

Zhang Feng will at least glance through them, to familiarize with different outdoor experiences.

Plus, Zhang Feng originally has ’wilderness survival’ and ’medical theory’ expertise, and through analogy, he can still extend into what he learned.

And most of the time.

Zhang Feng memorizes by heart, picking up previously learned books, reciting the herbs inside.

’Boldeb Herb, bitter, clears lungs.’

At the moment, Zhang Feng is reciting from a "Comprehensive Herbal Encyclopedia," recalling all properties of the ’Boldeb Herb.’

Once recited, confronting all later.

Zhang Feng also seeks related herbs in the real world from his memory, to conduct a mental simulation comparison.

After comparing, Zhang Feng can achieve pharmacological analysis through common points of several herbs, achieving deeper memory through these common points.

A year ago, before reciting them, Zhang Feng reverse-engineered, using similar real-world herbs, finding common grounds, to accelerate memory of unknown herbs.

Zhang Feng becomes more and more familiar with using analogies.

And not only that.

Sometimes Zhang Feng would go out to take a bath, while buying some herbs, go into the school’s abandoned teaching building to burn, brew, eat, to judge if his learning direction is correct.

This also kind of serves as his own ’preliminary examination.’

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As winter turns to spring, school begins.

Zhang Feng has been in school for two years.

Today.

Gazing at slightly plumper Zhang Feng, he put down the book, relaxedly listening to the youthful noise outside the library.

Because just a few days ago.

Zhang Feng had completed all he could learn.

Especially in these years, not only reading, but Zhang Feng also refined his martial arts over and over.

Seemingly looking thinner, in fact, he only lost ten pounds.

Constitution increased from 83 to 90!

As for the Dark Force training prescription, Zhang Feng consumed fully, now entering a recovery phase.

’Overclocking resonance can speed up the medicine absorption.’

At this time, ten in the morning.

Zhang Feng, summarizing his experiences, walked out of the library like a stroll,

’For a regular Martial Artist, wanting to improve Constitution by 1 point through prescription.

Initially, maybe a month of consumption is enough, while I only need 5 days of resonance.’

Pondering this.

Zhang Feng stood outside the library, watching more and more students arriving to register.

"Wow! That weirdo is still there!"

Meanwhile.

Many students whispered upon seeing the ’library weirdo.’

"He’s been in the library for two years, never went home."

"Who said that? I saw him go out."

"What going out? He just went out to eat, then bought medicines, then went to the old teaching building to cook and eat, nobody knows what he’s eating."

"Yeah! This guy is so weird, but I heard Principal Zheng’s cousin seems to know him, so he was allowed to work in the library."

"Is it work? I’ve never seen him cleaning."

"Yeah, yeah, this person is indeed strange, a few months ago I mustered the courage to talk to him, but he ignored me, just kept staring at the book, I think he’s obsessed with learning."

The students are talking about Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng, unconcerned, was in a daze, eyes unfocused, merely watching the scene of students registering.

Luckily, Zhang Feng knows this is a school, so he’s mindful of his appearance, keeping himself tidy.

At this moment, with short hair and sportswear, plus his slimmed-down figure, he does resemble a student.

However, no student approached this weirdo Zhang Feng.

But after about half an hour.

"Old Weirdo!"

From a distance came shouts, four junior students ran over with a basketball.