Black technology: I can decompose everything

Chapter 7 Breaking Down the Great Cause
Let him scan many books on the shelf until he can no longer hold them with both hands.

The current Xinhua Bookstore is not as good as the service of later generations. There are shopping carts for you to use. Now you can only take them by yourself. Let people be state-owned enterprises.

Holding more than a dozen books in his arms, he swayed towards the door, and soon came to the counter next to the door. The clerk just glanced at him, and began to count the price without saying a word.

Pick up a book to look at the price, and then take the calculator to press it. The price of a book is calculated, which is manually registered in the ledger, and then the next book will be calculated.

Calculating the past one by one, time is wasted like this, and the efficiency is extremely low. It is like this at this time. He is used to the efficient cash register method of the later generations, so he can only bear it.

"There are twelve books in total, and the total price is 490 yuan. Don't tell me it's cheaper. This is already a 8.9% discount for you. Our bookstore will not bargain!"

Knowing the situation, he nodded, and said to the clerk, "Sister, all my money is in the woven bag, I'll take it first!"

As he spoke, he came to the woven bag that had just been placed at the door, took out his schoolbag from it, and then returned to the counter again.

Opening the schoolbag, it was full of banknotes of various denominations. He just grabbed them out and put them on the counter.

His operation almost stunned the clerk. There has never been a car purchased with a steel coin in this year, so he is quite curious.

Li Zhenhua counted it once, and handed it to the clerk when he got it right, asking him to count it again. Anyway, it took much more time to pay than to choose books.

After more than ten minutes, he finally counted out 490 yuan. The clerk looked at the change on the counter and was quite helpless.

"Young man, I will buy books in the future, so don't take this change, I'm very tired!" After paying the money, before he left, the clerk said something to him, which was to make up for the fact that he didn't refuse to accept the change at the beginning. .

With a backpack on his back and a woven bag on his shoulder, he staggered towards the bus stop. Now he was carrying a full seventy or eighty catties.
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Drenched in sweat, he put the book he was carrying in the corner of the wall, rushed to the dining table and poured himself a glass of cool water, which he poured directly into his stomach.

He didn't care about anything and just sat on the chair, wheezing and wheezing for a long time before he recovered. He was too tired. He lived on the third floor, but he carried the seventy to eighty catties all the way. I'm coming back.

He was so exhausted that he didn't even change his slippers. After he regained some strength, he came to the door again and dragged the woven bag of books back to his room.

After putting the book back in the room, he came out to tidy himself up again, washed his face and heated up the chicken. It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and he was already hungry.

Then, without even leaving the kitchen, I picked it up from the pot with chopsticks, and the number of chicken bones in the trash can kept increasing.

After eating and drinking, he wiped away the used dishes, and returned to his bedroom contentedly.

Back in the room, he first poured out all the books from the woven bag, and then sorted the books underground.

Which ones are junior high school ones, which ones are high school ones, which ones are textbooks, which ones are related extracurricular books, which ones are tool books, etc., all of which are clearly classified by him one by one.

After sorting the categories, he first put the brand-new reference books he bought on the bookshelf, and these reference books are not in a hurry for the time being.

To him, those middle and high school textbooks are the foundation, the foundation, and only when the foundation is laid firmly enough can the buildings above it be solid.

Looking at the books that he put away according to grade and subject, covering the entire floor of the room, he then took the books related to the first grade of junior high school to the desk.

Next, he will start to dismantle the great cause, which is the key to whether he can take off in the future. Whether he will go straight to the sky or waste his life in the future will depend on the situation of this large-scale disintegration.

Holding a seventh-grade mathematics book in his hand, his eyes were closed, and then his thoughts were immersed in his mind.

After selecting various options before decomposition, I chose knowledge decomposition, and then the decomposition machine started to operate.

It was the same as when he decomposed the physics textbook last time. It also emits red light, which is the most common light at present. The other is green light. As for whether there are other lights, it is unknown. He is very interested in the decomposition. The understanding of the machine is too little.

As the light dissipated, there was a thread-bound book floating in front of the decomposition machine, which was the same as the physics book that was disassembled last time, "Analysis of Mathematics Knowledge in Seventh Grade Volume [-]".

Except for this thread-bound book, the soul crystal block was not disassembled again. It seems that what was said before that it fell immediately was true.

He was not in a hurry to take this mathematics book on his body immediately. His plan today was not to absorb any knowledge decomposed, but to decompose it today.

He has to wait until all the textbooks are disassembled, and all the books he bought today disappear into his room. Only then will he selectively absorb them according to the number of soul crystals obtained from disassembly. Decomposed knowledge.

I saw him open his eyes, and then took a book in his hand again, but this time he didn't close his eyes again.

The decomposition machine in his mind was constantly turning, and the textbooks in his hand disappeared one by one, and his eyes opened, sometimes full of spirit and sometimes dull.

He just disassembled the book one by one, and he almost formed muscle memory. As long as his hand felt empty, he would go to pick up the next book to be disassembled.

After the textbooks brought up from the desk were disassembled, he picked up the next pile from the ground.

As he continued to decompose, the floor in the room was divided into stacks of books, which also disappeared with the passage of time.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the great cause of disintegration, and he didn't notice the passage of time at all. Before he knew it, more than two hours passed.

When he went to touch the next book, it was empty for him. Without thinking, he got up and wanted to continue to pick up a stack of books from the ground.

But he didn't get what he wanted, because the books that were all over the floor have disappeared now, and only the traces of the books were left on the ground, and the dirty things that fell from the books when he patted the books.

"Damn, have I disassembled so many books?" Looking at the empty floor of the room, he always felt a little unreal.

He came back to his senses a little, looked out the window, and found that the sun was about to set, picked up the alarm clock on his desk and looked at it, only then did he realize that it was almost five o'clock.

(End of this chapter)