Huayu, my cheat code is a bit strange.

Chapter 18 Sun
Gu Xiao insisted, and Teacher Li did not continue to persuade her. She turned and left the room, and when she reappeared, she had an unsharpened longsword in her hand.

Teacher Li's demeanor changed drastically when he held the sword.

The previous gentleness and patience have vanished, replaced by a refined focus.

She walked slowly to the center of the field and stood still, sword in hand.

The next second, she moved.

There was no music, but her body itself was the rhythm.

With a slight flick of the wrist, the sword flashed, slicing through the air like a silver snake.

Her steps were swift and steady. With each turn, her sleeves fluttered, and the longsword seemed to be an extension of her arm, sometimes thrusting out, sometimes wrapping around.

Gu Xiao held her breath and activated her spiritual vision!
Soon, every subtle muscle exertion of Teacher Li, the coordination of his steps and sword moves, and even the trajectory of the sword's trembling, seemed to be slowed down, analyzed, and imprinted in his mind.

He captured every detail, his brain working, memorizing, and imitating at an unprecedented speed.
A little over a minute later, Teacher Li finished her stance and stood still, her breathing only slightly rapid.

She looked at Gu Xiao: "This is just a combination of the most basic movements."

Gu Xiao exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing the throbbing pain in her head, and nodded slightly, saying, "It is indeed very difficult."

Teacher Li smiled with satisfaction, and Liu Yifei hummed softly, but Gu Xiao quickly changed the subject: "However, it's not impossible to complete."

Under the astonished gazes of the two, Gu Xiao reached into his pocket, rummaged around for a while, first counting out eight ten-yuan bills, then paused, and then laboriously pulled out one more, handing it over along with the others.

He said somewhat awkwardly, "Could I borrow your sword for two hours?"

The air in the rehearsal room suddenly fell silent.

Teacher Li's gaze shifted between the banknotes and Gu Xiao.

A mix of emotions welled up inside me, ultimately culminating in a sigh.

She took the money and handed over the longsword, saying in a complicated tone, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself or the wall."

"Thank you."

Gu Xiao took the longsword; it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He ignored Liu Yifei's hesitant expression, walked straight to an empty corner of the rehearsal room, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state like an old monk.

In my mind, Teacher Li's sword dance reappeared, every detail magnified and dissected infinitely under the lingering effect of "spiritual vision".

The trembling of muscles, the shift of the center of gravity, the rhythm of breathing, and the coordination with sword moves—all these elements intertwine to form a clear dynamic picture.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Teacher Li was no longer in the rehearsal room. Instead, Liu Xiaoli was sitting on the sofa reading "The Collected Works of Italo Calvino," while Liu Yifei was leaning against her mother, engrossed in petting a mouse.

Gu Xiao then belatedly realized that Xiao Jiu in her pocket had been kidnapped sometime during the day.

He didn't disturb the two of them, slowly got up, picked up his long sword, and walked to the mirror.

Stand still and concentrate.

He tried to flick his wrist.

The longsword emitted a faint hum, but its trajectory was somewhat scattered.

Startled by the faint sound of a sword, Liu Yifei looked up.

Gu Xiao, standing in front of the mirror, repeated the basic movements of shaking and swinging the sword.

The hesitant movements became coordinated and fluid at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Liu Yifei's mouth opened slightly involuntarily, and her expression changed from initial contempt to blankness.

Ten minutes passed, and Gu Xiao continued to repeat the basic movements, only this time with the addition of dance steps.

His posture was far from matching Teacher Li's elegance, but his bearing was already beginning to take shape.

Liu Xiaoli also looked over at some point, her still charming eyes filled with astonishment.

Gu Xiao was completely unaware of the gazes behind her.

His world consisted only of himself in the mirror, and he kept wielding the sword in his hand, gradually approaching the correct diagram in his mind.

When Gu Xiao started trying to combine multiple movements, Liu Yifei couldn't hold back any longer.

She put Xiao Jiu down, stood up, walked a few steps behind Gu Xiao, and questioned, "How did you do that?"

Gu Xiao didn't stop moving; her gaze remained fixed on her reflection in the mirror. She asked in return:
"How did you do that?"

"Sword Dance!"

Liu Yifei asked eagerly, "How did you learn so quickly? And your movements are exactly the same as Teacher Li's!"

Gu Xiao replied matter-of-factly, "I've seen it, of course it's exactly the same."

"You've only read it once!" Liu Yifei emphasized loudly. Liu Xiaoli, who was on the sofa, also closed her book and looked at Gu Xiao with deep eyes.

"really."

Gu Xiao stopped and stood still, glancing at the girl in the mirror, and calmly stated, "One look is enough."

Liu Yifei was stunned.

……

……

As dusk fell, the cars merged into the traffic.

Liu Yifei leaned her head against the car window, her gaze fixed on the rapidly receding signs outside, her thoughts churning.

Gu Xiao sat quietly beside her, her fingertips unconsciously stroking Xiao Jiu's fur.

He knew why the girl was silent.

He had foreseen this moment from the moment he decided to take her to the rehearsal room.

Just as Gu Xiao has always insisted—he doesn't mind lying, but he does mind using countless lies to cover up another lie.

Using this unusual ability will inevitably expose it to those with ulterior motives.

He didn't want to be scrutinized, studied, or ostracized as an outsider.

But how can someone who displays a talent that is perfectly understandable avoid all scrutiny?

Everything you walk through leaves a trace.

Gu Xiao possessed neither ingenious calculations nor strategic wisdom.

Faced with this seemingly unsolvable paradox, the solution he could think of was simple and straightforward:
—To become the sun.

When one is dazzling enough and shines brightly, people naturally cannot look directly at them or explore them.

Qiu Xu felt this way when facing Qiu Yuanyuan, and Liu Yifei felt the same way.

"Xiao Gu, have you always had such a good memory?" Liu Xiaoli suddenly spoke, breaking the stagnant silence in the carriage.

Gu Xiao responded and began to gather her thoughts.

Liu Xiaoli sighed, "With a memory like yours, it's such a waste that you're an actress."

Gu Xiao understood what she meant, but disagreed. "Memory is not innovation. With the development of the times and the improvement of computer technology, pure knowledge recording will become useless."

Liu Xiaoli was clearly not expecting Gu Xiao to give this answer, and for a moment she felt a mix of emotions.

She wondered if the child behind her was really only 17 years old. This kind of thinking, this kind of perspective, even a 30-year-old adult might not have it.

Liu Yifei then cast a disdainful glance at her, "You talk so nicely, don't tell me you're not proud of your memory at all."

Gu Xiao thought about it seriously for a moment and nodded, saying, "I am indeed quite proud."

Liu Yifei was speechless, turned her head to the side, and hummed, "You should study for the re-examination. Just being able to dance is not enough."

Gu Xiao couldn't help but say, "Actually, I'm pretty good at singing too."

Liu Yifei glared at him and gritted her teeth, saying, "So you're fine with reciting and performing too?!"

Gu Xiao said, "I remember many movies and skits that are not difficult to imitate."

Liu Yifei pursed her lips, trying to suppress her anger, but she couldn't hold back and punched him repeatedly with her small fists.

This is infuriating!!!
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