Super Memory Potion

"Sssh. Sssh."

A pot of water mixed with some medicinal powder was poured down on Qian Jin to restore his physical strength. Eulalia didn’t act like Blake did. There wasn’t any hot spring in the backyard; instead there was only a broken wooden basin.

As his body recovered, the volcano potion died down little by little without any reaction. There was no pain or itching. He felt nothing.

"Is the medicine no longer effective?" Qian Jin looked down at his lower abdomen in fear that there might be some weird side effects.

"Well, your study is done today. You can go now." Eulalia waved at the house on the opposite side of the street and said, "Go to the loser Adams and learn some crap from him."

Qian Jin looked at his own hands, perplexed. Following Eulalia, he once again asked with some concern, "Is this all? The second bottle of syrup..."

"That’s all, that’s all..." The impatient woman pointed to the distance and said, "Just go."