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The matter of Ai Fuli finding fault with her seemed to have calmly passed by, and Jiang Shiyu had a good time with her. She quickly finished reading the new book list and handed it over to her teacher.

The person who taught him the art of alchemy, Shen Zian, was also one of the seven great experts of the continent. There was a lot of experience in refining pills. To be able to reach his current position, this alchemist master called him Master Shen was not young at all. He was more than enough to be Jiang Shiyu's grandfather.

At this time, Jiang Shiyu still didn't know, she only thought that after this half a year, she would be free. She looked at the list of books that Master Shen had drawn up with all his might.

Jiang Shiyu already knew that the black clothed man's name was Shen San, and she was the second person in the group to learn alchemy this year.

nodded after hearing what the Master Shen said. Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head and looked over.

Jiang Shiyu waved the book in her hand, ”Teacher, I am here to change the book.”

Master Shen nodded at her, then took out a piece of white paper from the table. He wrote down a few titles and passed it to Jiang Shiyu, then asked: ”After reading the previous book, how do you feel about it?”

After Jiang Shiyu finished reading, to be honest, she did not remember anything, she only felt that the Theoretical basis of soul power was too thick.

She told the truth.

Master Shen said: ”You are right, this book is too thick.”

Jiang Shiyu: ”...”

Master Shen: ”Slowly look behind you. One day, you will thank me for what you are looking at right now.”

Jiang Shiyu expressed her understanding, after taking the list, she was about to leave the house, but the moment she closed the door, she heard Master Shen's helpless voice, ”San-er, what have you been doing these past few days … Such a simple question … ”You …”

Jiang Shiyu closed the door, and was no longer able to hear what was said inside.

After meeting Shen San, he found out that the cold-faced Shaoyu, who was simply dressed, was actually the third son of the Master Shen.

There was also a big brother and a big sister, named Shen Da and Shen Er.

It was said that when he gave birth to them, Mrs. Shen wrote a letter to Master Shen, at that time Master Shen was busy with pill refining techniques, she said perfunctorily, ”Shen Da, Shen Er, Shen San.”

In a fit of anger, Mrs. Shen used these three names.

Jiang Shiyu didn't know if she inherited the [Inherent Skill] from the Master Shen, but she knew that Shen San's memory was astonishing.

In this long period of time, she had only changed her list twice, while Shen San's list had changed every seven days. Even if you asked him something, you would be able to answer it verbatim.

Once, Jiang Shiyu was so dizzy from reading that she couldn't even eat. She saw Shen San squatting under the dormitory building and feeding the dog to the dog she brought from her childhood.

Shen San held a small bowl in his hands, and with a cold expression, he scooped a spoonful and gave it to the puppy's mouth. The little mutt seemed to be getting impatient from eating, and it raised its body to directly reach for the bowl to eat. Shen San held onto the head of the dog and coldly said, ”You can't. I'll feed you. ”

The puppy lowered its body dejectedly, it stuck out its tongue and looked at Shen San with its black eyes, biting towards him happily.

Shen San paused, and said viciously: ”No.”

Holding the spoon in his hand, he fed the puppy a little more.

Jiang Shiyu didn't even have enough time to eat her food, yet she was still able to leisurely feed the dog. Not once, but three meals a day.

Jiang Shiyu walked over and asked, ”Shen San, have you finished reading the book?”