Chapter 17 (2/2)

Nurtured by the spiritual energy, the dim Tianshu point glimmered.

“Well…”

Shen Zhe’s lips twitched.

No wonder his former self was a weak student. That star, according to the teacher’s criteria, was even lower than the fifth tier…

More importantly, based on his speed of cultivation, it would take him at least two years to restore it into a tier-five star!

Two years to illuminate one star… And it would be more difficult to illuminate the rest…

Shen Zhe didn’t think he could accomplish it in his entire life.

That was the reason why his grades were so bad!

Shen Zhe complained.

He considered inheriting the fortune of his family, but after a few days, he had realized that it was barely possible to survive in that world without becoming a Mage or a Martial Artist.

Besides, he could live a longer life after he became either of them.

Longevity was more tempting than power and wealth.

However, while he wanted to become someone better, his capabilities prevented him from doing so!

It would take him decades to illuminate the five lowliest tier-five stars. He would probably kick the bucket before he became a Mage.

“Can I change my talent with the notebook?”

Shen Zhe had an idea.

Different from other people, he had a goldfinger as a transmigrator.

While it wasn’t as good as the Library of Heaven’s Path, it wasn’t bad at all.

If it could change his talent into the first tier, he would be invincible in the exams and dwarf the geniuses easily…

He was fascinated by the thought.

“However… The pencil has been used up. How can I get more?”

Holding his chin, Shen Zhe wondered again.

The pencil in his head was gone after being used three times. It should be an expendable. He had to get it back.

“Condense a pencil!”

“Pencil, show up!”

“Let’s roll, pencil!”

“Brother Pencil, I sincerely request to meet you…”

…

He cried and tried hundreds of times, but there was still nothing next to the notebook.

“It seems that the pencil doesn’t appear for no reason…”

Shen Zhe was worried.

The pencil didn’t have any instructions… How long would it take for him to find out its usage through experiments?

The notebook appeared because something was activated when he wanted to work hard… But it was useless when he thought of the same thing.

“Right, there are the words ‘Good Guy’ on the pencil. Also, the first page of the notebook is full of positive words. Will the pencil appear if I do good things?”

After many failed attempts, an idea suddenly popped up in Shen Zhe’s head.

He noticed that “Good Guy” was engraved on the pencil when it appeared. Since the notebook was so positive, was it possible to condense the pencil by doing good deeds?

“Huh… Let’s give it a shot…”

Thinking about that, he looked at Wang Qing, who sat next to him.

Let’s do something good to him!

However, what were good things?

In his previous life, helping the elderly to walk across the street was generally considered a good thing, and Shen Zhe had done it plenty of times.

Should he help Wang Qing to walk across the street?

It didn’t make sense. Helping the old to walk across the street was a good thing because it was inconvenient for them to do it on their own. But it was obviously not a problem for Wang Qing.

So… Should he break Wang Qing’s legs first?

That way, it would be inconvenient for Wang Qing to walk across the street, and helping him would be a good thing!

Thinking about that, Shen Zhe looked at Wang Qing aggressively, his eyes glittering.

Wang Qing was meditating, but he sensed something wrong. He opened his eyes, only to see that Shen Zhe was staring at him in excitement.

Wang Qing felt terribly cold.

Was there something wrong with his friend’s head again?

Sir, could I have a different seat?