The two quickly became familiar with each other.
Although Xiao Yan possessed both talent and vision, even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice. Wutan City was only so large; shaking off the title of trash in a short time was clearly no easy task.
An Ruoruo happened to make up for that.
Nourished by the Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid, the former genius of Wutan City returned in less than half a month. Even Old Man Yao, who woke up only after the fact, could not help but be startled by Xiao Yan's rate of advancement.
Meanwhile, An Ruoruo was not idle either. After seeing Xiao Yan's series of unusual actions, a bold guess had already formed in her mind—
That was right. The reason Xiao Yan differed so greatly from her memories, and the reason he could see through her disguise, could not possibly be a coincidence.
There was no such thing as living another life on the Dou Qi Continent, nor was Xiao Yan some Forbidden Zone Great Emperor. After ruling out all those coincidences and absurdities, only one answer remained.
That was... the book had been written wrong!
An Ruoruo was exceedingly certain of her judgment.
After all, books were dead, but the characters within them were alive. It was impossible for everything to unfold step by step according to plan. A few mishaps were unavoidable. As long as the general direction did not change, the author could not be bothered with such trivial details.
Still, she could not completely relax.
To ensure that she could keep her little life and slack off peacefully until world peace arrived, An Ruoruo felt it was necessary for her to shoulder this heavy responsibility and make sure this guy stayed on the right path.
Mm, it definitely was not