Doomsday Rise

After taking a bath and fluttering on the bed, I was going to sleep for a while and went online. I didn't expect to see the daybreak. When I opened my eyes, the sun was shining outside. It is estimated that these days, the pressure is too great to return to comfort Environment, people suddenly become relaxed.

"This is terrible."

I have been absent from school for several days, and I don't know if the school will let the punishment clean up. Liu Weian sat on the bed for a few seconds, then quickly got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ate breakfast. Then take a taxi to school. At school, it was half past eight, and the students were already in class.

"It's even worse now, not only absent from school, but also late." Liu Wei'an entered the classroom with a little guilty conscience.

"Report, I'm late."

The teacher is a man in his fifties, with thick eyes and some baldness. He glanced at Liu Wei'an and nodded. "Come in, don't be late next time."

"Thank you, teacher." Liu Wei'an stepped quickly to his seat and found that several students looked at him with strange eyes. He thought about it and smiled at the little beauty Tang Dingyu who had been staring at him. Tang Dingxi was expressionless, his delicate nose zipped slightly, and turned his head to look at the blackboard.

Liu Weian took a soft nail and didn't care. However, Xiao Jie turned back and said quickly: Liu Wei'an, your boy is terrific, and he dared to absent from class just after class. Liu Wei'an would like to ask carefully what the consequences of absenteeism were, but Xiao Jie took a quick look because of Tang Dingzheng, and quickly sat in a state of full attention, not paying attention. Looks like the teacher, Liu Wei'an found a small action under his desk. A grasshopper made of weeds quickly formed. Looking at the drawer, there were already a dozen good grasshoppers. Feet were feet, wings were wings, eyes. Here I used the ink pen to make two points, which are lifelike. At first glance, I thought it was true.

This section is a history lesson. Tang Taizong once said that if you read history, you can know what to do. As a modern person, mobile phones, computers, televisions, books, as long as you have the heart, there are many ways to learn about history, but reading history by yourself, dry and boring, is far less lively and interesting than the teacher and professor. Liu Wei'an listened to it, suddenly remembered It used to be Mr. Storytelling.

After class.

Tang Dingmao immediately broke out: "Why are you absent from school?"

"There was an accident at home." Liu Wei'an was upset. Tang Dingyu's tone was as if he was interrogating a prisoner. He just thought of his own losses and answered honestly.

"What's the matter?" Tang Dingyun's eyes were sharp and he didn't blink.

"Private affairs." Liu Wei'an's tone was cold.

"Why didn't your phone work?" Tang Dingyu's tone eased a bit, and he seemed to perceive his tone too harshly.

"out of battery."

Tang Dingxi snorted. "Don't you think something should be asked for leave from school?"

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

"Urgently?" Tang Ding laughed sternly. "Is the earthquake?"

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

"I ..." Tang Dingyun's first impression did think that Liu Weian was lying. How could it be so coincident that when it comes to an earthquake, it is in Shizhen, Anyuan City, but such a lie will be punctured in a flash. Wei'an obviously does not make such low-level mistakes. Moreover, Liu Wei'an's expression of indifference and sadness made her inexplicably flustered, and she suddenly couldn't say a word she wanted to say. Stammered: "It's useless to tell me, how can you explain it to the teacher?"

The one-day class passed by in shock, if the only exception was the restless Tang Dingyu. The bell rings after class.

"Dash--"

The student rushed out of the classroom like a tide, with a grim expression and gritted teeth. Xiao Jie, who rushed to the second, watched Liu Wei'an easily surpass him, rushed into the cafeteria, and waited for him to rush into the cafeteria. The washbasin gorged on the table.

"Unreasonable, I worked hard for a week, not only didn't catch up with you, but the distance was widened. What did you do?" Xiao Jie looked at Liu Wei'an with a constipated expression.

Liu Wei'an looked up at him, spit out two words, and continued to struggle for food.

"Character."

"Fuck," Xiao Jie said.

...

"Ninety-nine percent of sweat plus one percent of talent is equal to success. The key to success lies in that one percent of talent. But-" Tang Tianyao's eagle-eyed glance swept over every student, every Those who touched his eyes couldn't help avoiding sight. Tang Tianyao's voice with a heavy metal texture, listening to his ears, is like a collision of steel, "You are all talented knockouts, so the only way to succeed is to sweat, sweat, Sweating. Zama step, now. "

The students have become accustomed to Tang Tianyao's direct style of speech. Each of them is expressionless, his legs are bent, his body is suddenly lowered, and a standard horse step has been done.

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

All the students trembled, their eyes flashed with fear, but they dared not speak out, their gums clenched, and they looked as if they were dead.

"Who is Liu Weian, out of the queue." Tang Tianyao said coldly.

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

"The school will severely punish innocent students who have absent from school for more than three days. You must be punished if you are absent from school for four days. Of course, you can choose to refuse, and the consequence is to leave the school." Tang Tianyao stared at Liu Wei'an, "Please tell me now My choice. "

"I'm willing to accept any punishment," Liu Wei'an exclaimed.

"Painting and waiting." Tang Tianyao's voice dropped, and all the students at 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 still feel the surrounding atmosphere changed. He didn't understand it at the beginning. 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 iron. You can see the weight of the pen by looking at the posture of the soldier holding the pen, at least more than a hundred. jin. The ink is normal, the size of a slap, it seems to be grinded by itself, a stack of white rice paper. There is also a book as thick as a dictionary.

"Copy the book here, request three pages a day, and go to class after copying. The handwriting must not be scribbled, cannot be mistaken, can't be missed, can't be more than one word, and one sentence must be exactly the same as the original book. The book has not been copied, and the door of Xinglong University is open for you at any time. In order to keep up with the progress and avoid leaving the team when the book is copied, the scale head does not need to be removed. If the posture of the horse is not standard, the consequences ... you know. "Tang Tianyao had a rare humor once.

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

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

Starting with a writing brush, Liu Wei'an's arm sank, and his heart sank as well, heavier than expected. He originally thought it was about one hundred pounds, but at least one hundred and thirty pounds. Actually, this kind of weight is difficult for ordinary people to hold. It ’s almost impossible to write.

"Will it grind? No? It's okay, I'll show you." The soldier's heart is very good, he took the initiative to grind for Liu Wei'an, and he was proficient in movement. After a while, he would grind the ink.

"Thank you." Liu Wei'an twitched a bit, his smile ugly.

"You're welcome." The soldier grinned, his teeth white.

The pen fell, and a large pool of ink left and spread. Only the children's fingernails were blackened by five or six squares, and Liu Wei'an's sweat burst out.

It is not easy to find the right grid. Writing in such a small grid is almost as difficult as an ant tripping over an elephant. The soldier smiled slightly, took the rice paper and changed it.

"Thank you." Liu Wei'an was startled by his words, and the husky was almost inaudible.

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

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

"Thank you!"

Heng, Liu Wei'an has tried his best to grasp the strength, but when he lifted the writing brush, he inevitably crossed three grids in succession and changed rice paper.

Horizontal, horizontal, horizontal, horizontal ...

An hour later, Liu Wei'an was still practicing this stroke, and the situation not only did not improve, but became worse ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The mentality of impetuousness is only one aspect. The important thing is that my arms are struggling. From twenty minutes later, Every second, the arm sinks for one minute, and the 120-kilogram writing brush seems to have been increasing weight, just like Sun Wukong's golden hoop, it becomes heavier and heavier.

"Thank you!" Liu Wei'an opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

The soldier didn't care, replaced a piece of rice paper, and behind him, more than 80 sheets of scrap paper were laid. After writing a scrap of paper again, Liu Wei'an stopped and slowly closed his eyes. The soldier looked at it, not in a hurry, and did not rush to speak. The classmates behind him also focused on him at first, and soon they focused on themselves because of the infinite weight of the scale.

Just an hour later, a quarter of the classmates couldn't keep falling to the ground, and after a break dance, they became quiet. The rest were flushed, sweaty, and wet under their feet. Suddenly, Liu Wei'an opened his eyes.

As soon as the wrist moves, a thin stroke appears on the rice paper. According to normal proportions, this stroke is still a little rough. The only word that can be composed is 'two', which is the most appropriate, but 'three' is not coordinated, The soldier's eyes brightened, looking at Liu Wei'an's eyes, a little more curious.

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