The cannon fodder female supporting role in the misplaced life

Xu Yingying also took out her English book without delay and started her morning English reading. Maybe it was because of the setting of the heroine in the original book or for some other reason, but Xu Yingying felt that she had mastered everything she saw in the English book. She didn't need to remember the words at all. She knew what they meant at a glance.

Xu Yingying thought, could this reading also have the aura of a protagonist? Then, if I leave this mission world, will this aura of a protagonist disappear, and will the knowledge points I learned also disappear with it?

"Xiao Wu, I want to ask, is the heroine in the original book set to have a strong learning ability?" Xu Yingying decided to ask Xiao Wu clearly.

"Host, please wait a moment. I will check the relevant information right away." After hearing Xu Yingying's question, Xiao Wu immediately sorted out the relevant information he had collected recently.

After a while, Xiao Wu replied: "Host, according to the information we have collected, the heroine of the original book did not show her talent for reading in junior high school."

"Huh?" Xu Yingying thought her question to Xiaowu was a waste of time, expecting Xiaowu to say something like, "The original heroine has outstanding academic performance." So, when Xu Yingying heard Xiaowu's response, she was at a loss for words. This was completely unexpected. She had assumed that since the original heroine had the aura of a protagonist, she must be successful in everything she did. How could she not be a top student?

"Well, according to the memory of the task subject Li Tongxin, the heroine of the original book only got into a vocational middle school after the high school entrance examination. And in the original book, the plot is that the little white flower counterattacks to become the heroine, so the heroine's grades in the original book during her school years were not eye-catching." Xiao Wu continued to report the information he had sorted out to Xu Yingying.

"Then why is it that the content of the junior high school English books I am reading now feels like it is at the kindergarten level. When I glance over it, it's basically like I have a translator. I can basically read the entire article?" Xu Yingying told Xiaowu about her discovery of her situation.

Xiao Wu was not quite sure why the host had such a situation. After thinking for a while, he replied:

"Host, is it possible that you have already learned it, so you feel this way?"

Ah? Xiaowu's hypothesis is possible. Did I learn it before? But Xu Yingying really doesn't remember it. So, did I originally know it?

"Host? I just boldly guessed that you may have learned it before, or are familiar with this knowledge. Just like you cook." Xiao Wu continued to express his thoughts.

Xu Yingying pondered this, wondering if she was a good student or a poor student. She felt the urge to learn stemmed from a past opportunity she'd passed up. But her current mastery of the textbooks told her she knew everything. So, she must have been a good student in the past?

Very confusing.

I can't figure it out, so I can only let it go.

Since the English book is already broken, let's look at other subjects.

Xu Yingying opened the Chinese textbook again and opened a page at random.

"Back View"! Seeing this familiar title, Xu Yingying immediately recalled the content and theme of the article. This famous essay, depicting the back view of a father bidding his son farewell at the station, profoundly expresses the father's love and consideration for his son, as well as the son's respect and reluctance to part. This delicate and sincere emotion is deeply moving upon reading.

Xu Yingying opened her Chinese textbook again, carefully examining the ancient poems and essays in the table of contents. When she came across "On Horses," something struck her as familiar, so she quickly flipped to the corresponding page. She quickly skimmed through the text and discovered she could actually understand it! This made her wonder: Had she studied this material before? And had she studied it diligently?

The Chinese and English books were cracked just as easily. At this point, Xu Yingying began to think, if these books were all about knowledge that she had already learned, would it be boring to study them again?

However, when she put down the Chinese textbook and opened the math book, she was completely dumbfounded.

Xu Yingying vaguely remembered that her math grades were not bad! However, looking at the various formulas, theorems, and dense numbers in the math book, she felt an incomprehensible confusion, as if what was unfolding before her was not a book, but a heavenly book.

So, what exactly is going on? Xu Yingying felt like she didn't recognize herself at all. She clearly remembered herself as someone with average grades in liberal arts and passable grades in science. But after arriving in this mission world, it seemed like something was different. She hadn't noticed it in the past few days. Today, when she carefully observed it, she discovered this huge bug?

She stared blankly at the textbook in her hands, this question echoing in her mind. Everything made her feel confused and uneasy. She began to wonder if she really understood herself, or if she was no longer the same person she used to be.

Xu Yingying suddenly found herself in a learning dilemma. She didn't know how to face this sudden change, nor how to explain it all. She tried to recall her past experiences, but found them hazy and blurry. She felt as if she had lost her direction, lost in confusion.

Is she still herself? Who is she?

Just when she was getting more and more confused, "Ring, ring, ring..."

The clear morning reading bell rang, echoing throughout the classroom like a cheerful symphony. The students returned to their seats, ready to start their day's study life.

The Chinese class representative walked briskly to the podium, a Chinese textbook in hand, her face brimming with confidence and enthusiasm. While Xu Yingying was pondering, the rest of the class had also begun arriving. Some carried backpacks, some clutched books, and some ate breakfast as they walked, full of life and energy.

When the class representative said in a sweet voice, "Please open your textbooks and turn to page 54. Let's read aloud the ancient poem 'Peach Blossom Spring' together," Xu Yingying was brought back to her senses. Looking at her classmates, she felt a sense of unity and progress. She quickly opened her textbook and joined in the recitation.

At the command of the class representative, the entire class read aloud in unison: "During the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, a man from Wuling made his living as a fisherman. Walking along a stream, he forgot how far he had gone. Suddenly, he came across a peach blossom forest that stretched for several hundred feet along the banks. There were no other trees in the forest, and the grass was fresh and fragrant, with fallen petals scattered all over the place. The fisherman was very surprised and continued walking, wanting to explore the entire forest."