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Goddess Cultivation Plan - Chapter 41 – Memory Bread

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The following days were unexpectedly peaceful. Lin Jin thought that Chen Hao from the next dormitory would stir things up, but for several consecutive days, Chen Hao didn't cause any trouble or question him. They only occasionally bumped into each other in the hallway and exchanged awkward glances.

"Today is an English quiz" Wu Min said, tidying up his desk. He was already dressed neatly, ready to go to class.

"Mmm…" Lin Jin put on his shoes, feeling indifferent. His dorm mates only found out about the quiz during Monday's English class, but he had started preparing last week.

Even though it was just a temporary assignment, the amount of time spent could match a weekly task.

He glanced at his phone. On the screen was the item column of the app, showing a slice of bread, a wig, and an icon of a toy gun.

The system's item column didn't function like the inventory in fantasy novels where you could store things at will. Once the items were taken out, they could not be put back in. Therefore, Lin Jin hadn't yet taken out the toy gun for self-defense. After all, it didn't matter if he only took it out when he really needed it.

"Wait for me for ten minutes." There were still twenty minutes before class. Lin Jin casually told Wu Min, then opened his wardrobe. He crawled half into it with his phone, pretending to rummage around, then pulled out two halves of a slice of bread.

"You're still having breakfast?" Wen Xuan, who had just washed his hair, was drying it with a towel on the balcony. He noticed Lin Jin who just took out bread from his wardrobe. "Your wardrobe seems to have everything. Even bread is thrown in there."

"Can't I if I want to?" Lin Jin retorted, glancing sideways at him. Then he pulled out his English book, opened it to the topics that the teacher mentioned on Monday, skimmed it quickly, and found that he knew most of it. Only the translation questions were a bit tricky.

Fortunately, the teacher had said that the translation questions on the quiz were selected from those after each unit. This means he only needed to memorize all the translation questions by imprinting them on the bread and then eating it.

There were only two small translation questions after each unit. He probably wouldn't even need both half slices of bread for all of them. Lin Jin planned to also "eat" the potential application essay questions that might appear on the test.

As Lin Jin was seriously imprinting the English book on the bread, Wu Min curiously looked over.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wu Min approached, standing behind Lin Jin, completely unable to understand his actions. "If you're not going to eat it, I will. Wasting bread like this is shameful."

"This is memory bread!" Lin Jin looked up, glanced at Wu Min behind him, and told the truth with a hint of boastfulness. "Do you know what memory bread is? It's like that thing in Doraemon, where you imprint the book onto the bread, eat it, and then you can recite the content backwards."

"Wow, Lin Jin, have you gone mad?" Wu Min reached out to touch Lin Jin's forehead out of concern, but was slapped away.

"I knew you wouldn't believe it if I told you."

Lin Jin rolled his eyes, chuckling in his mind. If he was vague, his roommates might really suspect that he had some non-scientific bread. But if he told the truth, they would definitely think he was cramming last minute or had a brain fart.

"Is it real?" Wen Xuan walked into the dormitory after drying his hair, picked up the electric fan from Wu Min's desk, and curiously watched Lin Jin's movements. "Sis, can you give me half a piece to try? Isn't your bread a bit small?"

"Why are you going crazy with Lin Jin?" Wu Min walked away uninterestedly. "Hurry up, we have an exam today. Don't be late."

"This is called seeking psychological comfort, okay?" Wen Xuan acted as if Wu Min didn't understand and enthusiastically moved closer to Lin Jin. "Seriously, give me half a piece, okay?"

"Get lost." Lin Jin finished imprinting everything he needed, crammed the palm-sized piece of bread into his mouth with some cold mineral water, and didn't even leave a crumb for Wen Xuan. He ate it clean as if he hadn't eaten for days.

"Let's go!" Lin Jin recalled the translation questions in the book in his mind and found all the questions firmly lodged in his memory. Excited, he stood up. "Wen Xuan, I'm guessing I'll score at least eighty in this exam!"

"If you score eighty, I'll eat sh*t." Wen Xuan rolled his eyes, dried his hair, put on his shoes, and left the dormitory with Lin Jin and Wu Min.

This quiz, for others, was probably just for fun. After all, the teacher didn't grade the final exam based on the quiz scores. But for Lin Jin, if he didn't score eighty in this quiz, his other courses would definitely fail. Now, he had no doubts about whether the Black Cat's task punishment would occur.

After all, he's a man who's turned into a woman before.

However, now that he's changed back into a man, there's not much difference from before, at least in appearance. Completing another weekly task increased his feminization progress bar by another 5%, making him look even more beautiful than last week when he was a woman.

Even if the degree of beauty was limited, Lin Jin still felt hopeless. He always felt that if he continued like this, he would gradually become a real big dicked girl.

Hmm... Perhaps 'big' should be replaced with 'small'.

While worrying about the future, Lin Jin arrived at the English class and sat in the last row, sighing and watching the English teacher distributing the test papers row by row.

The memory obtained from the memory bread in his mind was gradually fading. Lin Jin frowned, anxiously waiting for the test paper to reach him. Holding a pen in his hand, he was thinking about solving the translation questions and the application essay as soon as the test paper arrived. If the memory bread stopped working afterwards, it wouldn't matter too much.

Soon, the test paper arrived. Under the astonished gaze of Wu Min and Wen Xuan, Lin Jin quickly started writing. He completely discarded the image of a poor student and looked like a thorough straight-A student. He didn't even need to think before his pen started moving and he completed the translation questions quickly.

Breathing a long sigh of relief, he felt that as long as the multiple-choice and reading comprehension questions weren't too off the mark, he could score at least eighty points.

The application essay wasn't one of the topics that Lin Jin "ate", so he could only frown and ponder for a long time, and in the end, he only wrote something worth about five points. Then he moved on to the earlier questions.

After the exam, Lin Jin was quite satisfied. There were almost no questions he couldn't answer. His last-minute cramming for nearly a week really helped. Of course, if it wasn't for the memory bread, things might not have gone so smoothly.