Chapter 505 Does the parallel universe really exist?
After knowing the method, the following things are infinitely simple. He only needs to follow the action trajectory of his predecessors.
He glanced at the remaining time.
Gu Shang immediately began to prepare.
Mental power covers the entire world.
He began to consume mental power continuously, connecting all the creatures on the planet.
The previous strong man consumed his own energy, but Gu Shang had no energy in his body. The exponential explosion only increased his mental strength, density and physical strength without limit.
The only thing he could consume was mental power.
After using all his mental power to bind all the creatures in this world, Gu Shang communicated deeply with this world.
After reading the history of this world.
Gu Shang knew that this world did not have its own independent consciousness, and everything he did was an instinctive reaction made according to the laws of nature.
After completing these preliminary preparations, Gu Shang immediately launched the final action.
Mental power was constantly consumed, and he began to do his best to create a series of coincidences.
Only a big enough coincidence can allow him to successfully go to a higher dimension.
Time passed by minute by minute. While Gu Shang was firing at full power and continuously outputting his spiritual power, this world also changed in some subtle ways.
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A parallel world of a certain earth.
In an ordinary middle school in an ordinary small county town.
It was 7:30 in the evening, just when the evening self-study began.
Class 4, Grade 1.
Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting in the third row by the window, looked at the book in front of him with some boredom.
With a burst of footsteps, the originally noisy classroom immediately became quiet, and a fat, bald middle-aged man walked to the door of the classroom.
After he tidied his clothes, he sat on the chair naturally, turned off the electronic whiteboard behind him, and closed the blackboard.
"Tonight's self-study, recite the text."
"You only have one task, recite the complete Tengwang Pavilion Preface."
The middle-aged man put on his glasses and took out a list.
"Whoever can recite it, come up and recite it for me. I will mark your names one by one."
"I will give you three evening self-study sessions. If you haven't completed the recitation task, you will have to do more work. My lovely classmates, start working hard."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he took out a novel with a smile and started reading it.
The students in the classroom had different expressions. No matter how unhappy they were, they still took out their textbooks and started reciting "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng".
In their eyes, this Chinese teacher was very, very strange.
"Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" is obviously the content of the third year of high school. Why do you have to recite it now? Isn't it better to recite two shorter poems? Why do you have to recite "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng"?
For a while, there were bursts of recitation in the classroom.
"Yuzhang old county, Hongdu new capital, stars are divided into Yizhen, and the land is connected to Henglu..."
The middle-aged man listened to the students reciting while looking at the novel in his hand, and was very fascinated.
Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting in the third row, smiled slightly.
His academic performance is not very good, but he has a special ability since he was a child, that is, a strong memory.
Whether it is memorizing texts or memorizing words, he is always the fastest one.
It's just that he likes to use this ability on things he likes.
No one knows that he has memorized dozens of foreign masterpieces completely, and even several top novels on the Internet can be recited fluently.
If he were to travel to another parallel world without these novels, he would definitely become the ceiling of online literature in minutes.
"Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" is also one of his favorite articles.
When he saw this article for the first time, he was deeply attracted, mainly because the sentences in it were so domineering, it was very comfortable to read and made people feel happy.
"Get out of the way, I'm going to start showing off."
Knocking on the desk of his deskmate, Wang Xiaoming walked out.
"No, you're going to the toilet right after the evening self-study class. The fat guy won't let you go. Listen to me, just recite the text honestly."
The deskmate thought he wanted to go to the toilet, and did not give him a seat, but whispered to dissuade him.
"Who said I want to go to the toilet? I want to recite the text."
When Wang Xiaoming thought that he would be the first to recite "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", he couldn't stop being excited.
This is one of the few moments for him to show off.
Especially at the first table in the front row, there is a female classmate whom he has been secretly in love with for three whole days.
It's just right to show off in front of the little girl.
"Can you recite it?"
The deskmate looked at him in surprise, then moved the table forward and watched him leave.
"Teacher, I'll recite it."
Wang Xiaoming said frankly while holding the book for the compulsory course three.
"Well, let's start."
The Chinese teacher did not look at him, but continued to stare at the book in his hand.
Wang Xiaoming glanced down.
The fat guy seemed to be reading The Return of the Condor Heroes.
"Yuzhang old county, Hongdu new capital..."
While reciting the text fluently, Wang Xiaoming followed the Chinese teacher's line of sight to read the contents of the novel.
After seeing two points, he completely confirmed that the novel was The Return of the Condor Heroes.
It must be said that the books written by Mr. Jin are good to read.
"It's September, and it belongs to the third autumn..."
"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water becomes the same color as the sky."
Wang Xiaoming's reciting voice was particularly loud, which immediately attracted the attention of all the students in the front row.
Even the classmates who were playing with their mobile phones in the back looked at this guy in surprise.
The Chinese teacher looked at it and put down the copy of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in his hand, put it away, and placed it in the table hole on the podium.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a book called "A Brief History of Time".
This move made Wang Xiaoming stunned for a moment.
This fat man really reads all kinds of books, just like me.
He was reading "A Brief History of Time" while reciting it.
A few minutes later, he recited the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" verbatim and very fluently.
The Chinese teacher nodded with satisfaction.
"That's right, that's right. Then you can write silently like this. Just write it silently once you get back. Anyway, they have to write silently after they finish memorizing it. Since you are one step ahead, then they will be ahead everywhere."
Listening to the Chinese teacher's words, Wang Xiaoming looked bitter.
"ah??"
Originally, he planned to leave some time to use his imagination and write something else.
Now it's fine, my free time has been taken away abruptly again.
If I had known that he would be like other students, he would be sent to study at night for three periods while paddling. Now he has to write the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" again. It's difficult, too difficult.
