Rise From Doomsday Chapter 193: , copy book (on)

I took a shower and fluttered on the bed. I was planning to sleep for a while and get up and go online. I didn’t expect to sleep until dawn. When I opened my eyes, the sun was already shining outside. It is estimated that the pressure is too high these days. Back to a comfortable environment, people suddenly become relaxed.

"This is terrible."

I have been absent from class for several days, and I don’t know if the school will let me clean up. Liu Weian sat on the bed for a few seconds before getting up, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and eating breakfast. Then take a taxi to school. When we arrived at the school, it was already half past eight, and the students had already started class.

"It's over now, not only is absent from class, but also late." Liu Wei'an walked into the classroom with a little guilty conscience.

"Report, I am late."

The teacher is a man in his fifties with thick eyes and a little bald. He glanced at Liu Wei'an, nodded, and said: "Come in, remember not to be late next time."

"Thank you teacher." Liu Weian walked quickly to the seat and sat down, and found that several classmates looked at him with weird eyes. He thought about it and smiled at the little beauty Tang Dingdong who had been staring at him. Tang Dingdong's face was expressionless, his delicate nose squeezed slightly, and he turned to look at the blackboard.

Liu Weian ate a soft nail and didn't care. However, Xiao Jie in front of him turned his head and said quickly: Liu Wei'an, you are a great kid, and you dared to absent from class as soon as you started. Liu Wei'an wanted to ask more about the consequences of absenteeism, but Xiao Jie glanced sideways because of Tang Dingdong and hurriedly sat down, preoccupied, not talking. Looks like the teacher, Liu Weian noticed that a grasshopper made of wild grass took shape quickly under his desk. Look inside the drawer, there are already more than a dozen ready-made grasshoppers. The feet are feet, wings are wings, and eyes. I used an ink pen to point two points here, which are lifelike. At first glance, I thought they were true.

This section is a history class. Tang Taizong once said that by reading history, you can know the rise and fall. As a modern person, there are many ways to learn about history with mobile phones, computers, TVs, and books as long as you have the heart. However, reading history by yourself is dry and boring. It is far less vivid and interesting than the teachers and professors. Liu Weian listened and suddenly remembered The former storyteller.

get out of class ends.

Tang Dingdong immediately complained: "Why are you absent from class?"

"Something happened at home." Liu Wei'an was upset, Tang Dingdong's tone seemed to interrogate a prisoner, but he answered honestly when he thought of his own wrongdoing.

"What's the matter?" Tang Dingdong's eyes were sharp, without blinking.

"Private matter." Liu Wei'an's tone was a little cold.

"Why can't you get through on the phone?" Tang Dingdong's tone eased a little, and he seemed to realize that his tone was too harsh.

"No battery."

Tang Dingdong snorted, "Don't you think you should ask for leave from school for something?"

"Sorry, it's urgent, it's too late."

"Urgent?" Tang Dingdong laughed angrily, "Did there an earthquake?"

"My home is in Anyuan City, Banshi County." Liu Wei'an said blankly, "If you don't believe me, you can check my data files."

"I..." Tang Dingdong's first feeling was that Liu Wei'an was lying. How could it be such a coincidence. Speaking of the earthquake, it was in Banshi Town, Anyuan City, but this kind of lie would be poked in the blink of an eye. Broken, Liu Wei'an obviously wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. Moreover, Liu Wei'an's slightly indifferent and sad expression made her feel flustered inexplicably, and suddenly she couldn't say a word she wanted to say, and she was stunned for a few seconds. , Stammered: "Tell me it's useless, you can figure out how to explain it to the teacher."

The course of the morning passed without surprise. If the only exception is Tang Dingdong, who is fidgeting. The bell rang after class.

"Come on--"

The student rushed out of the classroom like a tide, with a grim expression and gritted teeth. Xiao Jie, who rushed to the second place, watched Liu Weian easily surpass him and rushed into the cafeteria. When he rushed into the cafeteria, Liu Wei'an Already sitting on the table with a washbasin and gobbled it up.

"It's not reasonable. I worked hard for a week. Not only did I not catch up with you, but the distance increased. What did you do?" Xiao Jie looked at Liu Wei'an with a constipated expression.

Liu Wei'an raised his head and glanced at him, spit out two words, and continued to fight for food.

"Personality."

"Damn," Xiao Jie said.

……

"Ninety-nine percent of sweat plus one percent of talent equals success. The key to success lies in that one percent of talent. But--" Tang Tianyao glanced over every student like an eagle. , Everyone who touched his gaze couldn't help avoiding his sight. Tang Tianyao’s voice has a heavy metal texture, and it sounds like a collision of steel. "You are all knockouts without talent. So, if you want to succeed, your only way is to sweat, sweat, and then Sweat. Zama step, now start."

The students have become accustomed to Tang Tianyao's direct speaking style. They have expressionless faces and flexing their legs. Their bodies are suddenly lowered, and a standard horse stance has been completed.

"From today, everyone's head weighing doubles." Tang Tianyao said indifferently.

All the students trembled, their eyes flashed with fear, but they didn't dare to speak out, their gums clenched, and they looked like death.

"Who is Liu Wei'an, go out." Tang Tianyao said coldly.

"Here!" Liu Wei'an strode out of the queue.

"The school will severely penalize students who missed class for more than three days. You must be punished for four days of innocent absence. Of course, you can choose to refuse, and the consequence is to leave the school." Tang Tianyao stared at Liu Wei'an," Now please tell me your choice."

"I am willing to accept any punishment." Liu Wei'an said loudly.

"The pen and ink is waiting." Tang Tianyao's voice fell, and all the students on the scene changed their faces. Looking at Liu Wei'an's eyes, there was sympathy, sneer, and pity, but more indifference, as if looking at strangers. . Although Liu Wei'an didn't look back, he could feel the atmosphere around him had changed. He didn't understand at first, but when he saw the pen and ink clearly, his face changed completely.

This is a giant brush with a length of more than two meters and a diameter of ten centimeters. This is not the point. The point is that the brush is made of iron. You can see the weight of the brush just by looking at the posture of the soldier holding the pen. At least more than a hundred catties. The ink is normal, the size of a palm, and it seems to be grinded by himself, a stack of white rice paper. There is also a book thick as a dictionary.

"Copy this book again. It is required to copy three pages a day. You can go to class after you have finished copying. The handwriting cannot be scribbled, cannot make mistakes, cannot omit words, cannot add more words, and a sentence must be exactly the same as the original book. If three If you haven’t finished copying the book within a month, the door of Xinglong University is opened for you at any time. In order to keep you up with the progress, so as not to fall behind when you finish copying the book, you don’t need to take off the balance head. Standards, consequences...you know." Tang Tianyao said with a rare humor.

"Yes." Liu Wei'an couldn't laugh at all.

"You can start." Tang Tianyao said to the soldiers on the side, "You stare." After speaking, he left.

Starting with the writing brush, Liu Wei’an’s arms sank, and his heart sank as well. He was heavier than he thought. I thought it was about one hundred kilograms, but in fact it was at least one hundred thirty kilograms. Such a weight can be carried by ordinary people. It’s hard to write, and it’s almost impossible to write.

"Do you know how to grind? No? It's okay, I'll show you a demonstration." The soldier had a good heart, and he took the initiative to grind for Liu Wei'an. He was skilled, and he grinds the ink in a while.

"Thank you." Liu Weian's mouth twitched, with an ugly smile.

"You are welcome." The soldier grinned, his teeth white.

The pen fell, and a large pool of ink left and spread. Only the grids as big as children's nails were stained five or six grids suddenly, and Liu Wei'an's sweat burst out all of a sudden.

It’s not easy to find the grid accurately. Writing in such a small grid is almost as difficult as an ant tripping an elephant. The soldier smiled slightly, took the rice paper away, and replaced it with another one.

"Thank you." Liu Wei'an was shocked as soon as he spoke, and he was so hoarse that he could hardly hear him.

This time I controlled my strength and carefully touched the rice paper with the tip of the pen. The situation was much better, but when a stroke was crossed, the entire grid was filled. Even if it was a single word, it was too thick.

The soldier was very understanding and changed a piece of paper.

"Thank you!"

Yes, Liu Wei'an has tried his best to grasp his strength, but when the brush is raised, he still inevitably traverses three grids in succession, changing to rice paper.

Horizontal, horizontal, horizontal, horizontal...

An hour later, Liu Wei'an was still practicing this stroke. Not only did the situation not improve, but it got worse~ IndoMTL.com~ The impetuous mentality is just one aspect. The important thing is that the arms are struggling. From 20 minutes later , Every second, the arm sinks by one minute, and the 120-jin brush seems to increase its weight all the time, just like Monkey King’s golden cudgel, getting heavier and heavier.

"Thank you!" Liu Wei'an opened his mouth, but made no sound.

The soldier didn't care. He changed a piece of rice paper and laid more than 80 pieces of waste paper behind him. After writing a piece of scrap paper again, Liu Wei'an stopped and slowly closed his eyes. The soldier looked at it, not anxious, and did not urge. The classmates behind him still focused on him at first, but soon they focused on himself because of the infinite increase in the weight of the head.

Only an hour later, a quarter of the classmates could not hold on and fell to the ground, and after a while break dancing, they became quiet. The rest were flushed, sweaty, and a piece of wetness under their feet. Suddenly, Liu Wei'an opened his eyes.

With a movement of the wrist, a thin stroke appears on the rice paper. According to the normal proportions, this stroke is still a bit thick. The only word that can be composed is'two', which is the most suitable, that is,'three' is not. Coordinating, but the soldier's eyes brightened, looking at Liu Wei'an's eyes, a little more curious.

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