Unforgettable

The vast arena was nearly deathly silent, with only the sound of Li Jinshui reciting the secret manual echoing through the space.

As he continued to recite without a single stutter or pause, the playful expressions on everyone's faces vanished.

By the time Li Jinshui had finished the majority of the text, the look of amusement Huang Lichen had been wearing froze completely.

The students present were also left dumbfounded, their jaws dropping in shock.

Is this guy actually capable of photographic memory?

Damn, is he even human?

"Still as a coiled spring under extreme pressure, moving like a sudden flash of lightning, roaming beneath the nine lands..."

As Li Jinshui recited, he began to execute the footwork.

Lightning Pulse Step included leg techniques; although Li Jinshui had yet to master it, his proficiency in Basic Lightness Skill provided a solid foundation. While his movements appeared raw and slow, they were at least accurate and not comically clumsy.

"That's enough, that's enough!"

Huang Lichen finally spoke up.

He had already recited eighty percent of it and even demonstrated the moves—was there really any need to continue?

"Don't tell me you secretly memorized this beforehand, kid?" he asked, still finding it hard to believe.

After all, while he had heard of photographic memory, he had never seen it with his own eyes and had always found it dubious.

Moreover, this manual was quite common, so it wouldn't be strange if someone had stolen a look at it before.

"How about you bring me a few more manuals? I'll prove it to you," Li Jinshui's eyes lit up instantly. This was a chance to get free manuals.

He could have Heaven Rewards Diligence record them, practice them when he had the chance, and once he had the money to pay for the official versions later, he could display them openly. How wonderful that would be!

Unfortunately, an old fox like Huang Lichen wouldn't fall for it. He shook his head directly: "That won't do. If you really do have photographic memory and learn them, I'll be the one taking the heat. However, I can cash in one basic martial art for you now, but you have to read and learn it right in front of me, then recite it back. If you do that, I'll be fully convinced. How about it?"

"That's unnecessary. Just assume I memorized it before. You said if I recited it today, you'd give me two basic martial arts. If you want me to prove my photographic memory, that's a different price," Li Jinshui immediately refused.

He had to fleece this sheep; even if he got a niche martial art to sell and then came back to buy standard basic ones, the price difference alone would be significant.

"..." Huang Lichen was momentarily speechless. If he really wanted to be petty, he could insist that Li Jinshui prove he wasn't cheating before the reward counted, as this was an extra incentive he was paying for out of his own pocket.

But doing so would ruin the original intent of the incentive, turning a happy occasion into something that left both parties unhappy—it really wasn't worth it.

"Fine, damn it, you have a point. But if you don't prove it to me, I'm going to feel uneasy."

Huang Lichen thought for a moment and slapped his thigh: "I have to make a bet with you. How about this: I'll go buy a basic martial art, and you recite it for me. If you can memorize it, the official registration code is yours. If you can't, I keep the code. Deal?"

There was such a good deal?

Li Jinshui was overjoyed and nodded immediately: "Deal. Go buy it, pick any type you want."

"No kidding, of course I'm picking it."

Huang Lichen retorted, but as he stared at Li Jinshui, looking him up and down, he began to hesitate: "But you're so confident, kid—you don't really have photographic memory, do you? If so, spending these twenty thousand feels like I'm being a sucker."

"Hey, Instructor Huang, that kind of indecisiveness won't do. You need to look at it from another angle. If you don't spend these twenty thousand, you'll never be sure if I have photographic memory, right? Won't you keep dwelling on it? Won't you be unable to sleep tonight? Or tomorrow night? Or the night after?"

Li Jinshui stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly: "So, these twenty thousand are just buying back your sleep quality. How can you call that being a sucker?"

"Do I look like an idiot to you? Like I'd fall for your smooth talk?" Huang Lichen expressionlessly swatted his hand away and stared straight at him.

"Instructor Huang, let me ask you: am I your student? If I have photographic memory, doesn't that reflect well on you?" Li Jinshui asked with a shrug.

"That's true, I suppose," Huang Lichen nodded in agreement.

"There you go. A genius student with photographic memory—what's wrong with a teacher spending an extra twenty thousand on him?"

"Damn it!"

Huang Lichen was completely won over: "You really are a talent, damn you."

At this moment, when he looked at Li Jinshui again, his eyes held genuine recognition and appreciation, though there was more regret than anything else.

What a glib-tongued, genius student—it was a pity he was mentally ill.

Huang Lichen didn't waste any more breath; he took out his phone and made a call, arranging for a new basic martial art to be brought over.

Meanwhile, the students present had long since recovered from their shock.

The matter of the photographic memory was no longer the point.

What they cared about was that Li Jinshui could converse so freely and fearlessly with Instructor Huang.

As the saying goes, hearing is believing, but seeing is reality. This scene made them increasingly convinced that Li Jinshui's background was not simple.

After all, they didn't have the guts to talk to an instructor like that, let alone the Deputy Commander of the Youth Training Camp.

Many of them began to feel lucky that they hadn't offended this young master earlier. With three months of time left to spend together, they needed to seize the opportunity to cozy up to him.

Soon, a staff member brought the manual up to the floor.

"Go on, recite it for me." Huang Lichen didn't even glance at it, tossing the manual directly to Li Jinshui.

Li Jinshui took it, looked at it, and nearly fainted from anger: "Lame Fist?"

This was indeed not a common martial art; it belonged to the niche, unpopular category, but its price was similar to standard ones, and practically no one practiced it.

As the name suggests, this is a sleazy martial art that involves feigning a limp, utilizing short-range strikes, and using a fake disability to deceive the enemy.

"Battalion Commander Huang, the martial art you chose is just too unsightly."

Li Jinshui was momentarily speechless, thoroughly impressed by Huang Lichen's underhanded tactics.

However, his eyes soon darted around, and he chuckled, "Battalion Commander Huang, is there any possibility that I just so happen to have learned this Lame Fist in advance?"

"Heh."

Huang Lichen crossed his arms over his chest, his face full of mockery. "There are at least ten thousand obscure martial arts in the world. If you've even learned this book about pretending to be a cripple in advance, then I, Huang, will concede."

"Tsk..."

Li Jinshui clicked his tongue helplessly.

Fighting while pretending to be a cripple really ruined one's image!

But since it was free, it would be a waste not to practice it, and he was already here, after all.

He shook his head, tore off the plastic seal of the manual in a few quick motions, and began flipping through it right in front of everyone.

After all, it was only a basic-level martial art, so the content wasn't extensive. The core difficulty lay solely in the transition between limping and not limping, as well as the insidious and strange angles of force application.

"Snap!"

In less than a few minutes, Li Jinshui closed the book and tossed the manual back to Huang Lichen.

[Lame Fist (Not yet initiated 0/100)]

"You're done reading already?" Huang Lichen's face was full of astonishment.

Even if one had a photographic memory, shouldn't they at least recite it word by word while reading?

But the speed at which Li Jinshui flipped the pages was very fast; he definitely spent no more than ten seconds on each page. This was clearly just a casual glance.

"I actually read it quite seriously. Come on."

Li Jinshui cleared his throat and immediately began to recite the contents of the manual at high speed: "The form is lame but the intent is not, the spirit appears clumsy but the power is not..."

He recited it with incredible fluidity, his speed even faster than Huang Lichen's as he checked it word-for-word against the book.

By the time the entire manual was recited, Huang Lichen looked up with a blank stare, murmuring in disbelief, "My goodness, not a single word wrong."

"Holy crap!"

"He really has a photographic memory!"

The students on the sidelines, who had been holding their breath while watching the show, could no longer contain themselves and erupted into an uproar.

Previously, they had harbored some doubts about whether Li Jinshui had secretly learned Lightning Pulse Step in advance.

But at this moment, everyone was thoroughly convinced, heart and soul!

This was a true genius!