Isabelle still looked utterly bewildered.
Yuxuan scratched her head, then gave Isabelle a speechless look.
"Um... do you recognize Arabic numerals?"
Isabelle still looked utterly bewildered.
"Arabic?"
"Uh... these. Do you recognize these numbers?"
Yuxuan wrote the numbers one through nine on a sticky note and showed it to Isabelle. Isabelle glanced at it and timidly
nodded.
"Yes."
"Mm... all right, then."
Yuxuan wrote out the multiplication table on the sticky note in tiny letters, turned it over, and wrote down the mnemonic
for it, then tucked it into Isabelle's
palm.
"Here. Memorize this first. We'll go see if anyone sells textbooks in a bit..."
At that, Yuxuan looked helplessly at the ballpoint pen in her hand.
"Good grief. If they don't even have textbooks, am I supposed to write one myself?"
"As for textbooks... I know where to find some."
Just as Yuxuan was muttering to herself, a raspy, ducklike voice suddenly sounded behind her.
That hoarse yet slightly shrill voice sounded quite natural, which meant the man had been born with it. Admittedly,
a voice like that really drew attention...
In a bad way, of course. The moment he opened his mouth, people would think his voice sounded absolutely awful.
Still, that sort of voice did have its advantages, particularly in voice acting, storytelling, or crosstalk. Its distinctive quality made it
easier to remember. Before the apocalypse, for instance,
the king of solo crosstalk, Liu Baorui, had possessed a very distinctive ducklike voice. Liu Baorui himself had used that trait to make every line
of his solo routines draw a laugh.
The voice behind her sounded somewhat similar to Liu Baorui's. The man's naturally ducklike voice
caught Yuxuan's attention the instant he spoke.
She turned around and sized him up. Unlike the rough linen clothes ordinary people wore,