That night, Xu Zhi opened some analysts' videos and watched them briefly. For someone with "amnesia," these videos helped her gain a basic understanding of the league's history, the teams worth watching, and the political implications hidden behind it all.
Near dawn, she closed her eyes and rested for a while. The training Xi Min had arranged for her was no child's play—it was genuine hellish training. Xu Zhi could handle it, but she still felt tired.
She had never received such systematic instruction and training before. It was rather interesting, with a kind of beauty in abandoning her brain.
She only needed to train according to the analysts' recommendations. The machines would detect whether every muscle in her body was being used perfectly, whether she still had room to spare, and how her extraordinary abilities could be further utilized. She hardly needed to think for herself at all.
The most correct course of action was laid directly before her. She did not even need to make a choice, and that made Xu Zhi somewhat unaccustomed to it.
She was more used to growing wildly and choosing her own path.
After Xu Zhi had rested with her eyes closed for about an hour, she suddenly felt something subtle.
It was as though someone was watching her.
The viewpoint seemed to be from above and extremely close—so close that Xu Zhi could almost feel "it" about to press its face against hers. But there was no breathing.
The moment that feeling arose, Xu Zhi startled awake and opened her eyes.
There was nothing there.
There was no one else in the room besides her, apart from the blood food that had suddenly appeared again.
The red jar sat quietly in its familiar place. Xu Zhi could not help frowning.
"Again?"
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