Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng took a lot of effort to solve the problem of the commotion among Xiao Huan's subordinates.

Now they have finally returned to their usual tranquility: eating grass, basking in the sun, and farming every day...

Outside, however, this kind of thing is getting worse.

Several popular radio stations in the wasteland, the hottest show every day, is "Did you see that woman?"

"Can you paint the most beautiful woman in your heart with a paintbrush?"

"A **** or a monster, let's compare the most beautiful females in our hearts."

Wen Rensheng felt that there was a big problem here.

But what is the specific problem, but also to observe.

Not long after, Xiaohuan came to him with great interest.

"Let's go to a game."

"what match?"

"Several tentacle people said that they are going to participate in the Whole Wheat Goddess campaign. Everyone should use a pen to draw the best male in their hearts, and then compare to see who draws the true face of the goddess in their hearts." Xiao Huan babbled.

"Goddess? Camellia goddess?" Wen Rensheng said casually.

He didn't think any goddess would appear in the minds of all males, not even the herbivorous beasts.

Humans, gods, beasts, whether male or female, the cold Zeus could not reach this level.

Behind the seemingly frolic, there should be a huge conspiracy hidden.

It must be so.

Thinking of this, he followed Xiao Huan and four or five tentacles to participate in this whole-wheat beauty contest.

The location is on a farm in the middle of old McCann.

The city is in ruins, but the farm looks cleaner.

When you are hungry, you can find food on the spot, when you are thirsty, you can find a well. As for the toilet, you can solve it on the spot.

The organizers are very thoughtful.

Anyone who does one thing, but never considers eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping in planning, then absolutely don't believe every word he says.

In short, when Wen Rensheng came here, he found that it was noisy.

Adventurers, players, tentacles, mutant beasts, and a group of intelligent zombies...

Well, not even the corpse is spared.

This is to make the corpse also full of energy to participate in the election of the camellia goddess.

People from different camps have chosen places in different directions to gather.

Above the camp, there is a big broadcast shouting:

"The beauty pageant will be hosted by Vincent Big Touch, who is proficient in reading minds. He will use three tentacles to fully feel the image of the goddess in the contestants' minds, and use thirteen tentacles to control the brush to paint."

"How can one person be enough? There are tens of thousands of contestants here!" Someone said dissatisfiedly.

"Yeah, I want to paint by myself!" This is someone who is very confident in his painting skills.

"The game will be held at night, and everyone will have to line up." The big broadcast continued to shout.

As soon as the night came, everyone understood why a big touch Vincent could solve everyone's painting problems.

Because it is hundreds of meters high, there are tens of thousands of tentacles alone!

The upper body is an elephant head, the lower body is full of tentacles, and each tentacle has several eyes!

Everyone looked up, as if they were looking at Mt. McCann.

"Run!"

"Can this monster eat people?"

"Everyone be quiet, I don't eat people, I eat air." The giant made a "rumbling" sound.

For some reason, everyone felt relieved.

"Don't move, I will help you paint."

Saying that, the giant stretched out countless tentacles and stretched out to everyone's heads.

And everyone, one by one, sit down or stand.

Each person was assigned sixteen tentacles, three read brain information, and thirteen were drawn on a drawing board that appeared out of thin air.

From Wen Rensheng's point of view, these people seemed to be possessed, and dared to let a group of unfamiliar tentacles touch their heads.

Of course, he wouldn't do that.

However, the tentacles he brought with him willingly accepted the tentacle's touch.

Xiao Huan looks very excited, it has always been interested in this kind of big scene.

Flying over and over, and pointing at each drawing board, criticizing and criticizing.

"This one doesn't look good, it's obviously a big monster!"

"This one weighs 600 pounds. Is this a sumo wrestler? Some people think this is a beautiful woman?"

"This is not bad, it turns out to be a cat-eared mother, and when I look back, I turn Wenwen into a cat, and I can't keep catching Lao Zhao with a sheep."

Wen Rensheng glanced at this slightly terrifying scene.

In his eyes, this is a picture of Krishna's studio.

Don't those people feel a little strange atmosphere?

He walked up and down, and finally stopped in front of a picture.

In that painting, there is no female, on the contrary, there is a picture of a galaxy.

After Xinghe finished painting, a female appeared, and there were two men behind the female.

He looked up at the male to whom the painting belonged.

This is an old man with white hair and a badge on his chest.

It seems that he walked in a hurry and did not take it off: "Researcher No. XXX of the XX Launch Base".

Star bomber.

How are they here?

Could it be that this beauty pageant has something to do with them?

Wen Rensheng's mind flashed one after another.

He understands that Star Bombers are a wave of people favored by simulators.

The whole wasteland is dominated by the simulator, and this wave of people is equivalent to mastering the general trend, equivalent to the addition of Qi Luck in the Qi Luck flow, and also equivalent to the faction that the emperor supports in the court battle.

Of course, this does not mean that the Star Bomber will inevitably win, just like the support of the emperor, it will change.

These people do not perform well and will be abandoned by the simulator.

He thought of the scene he had observed before, these people were imitating Robotech.

But at the heart of Battlestar is a combination of data and emotion.

This is how you can move around in the universe.

He started to know.

Everything is strung together again.

Just as he was thinking, in the drawing board in front of him, the female suddenly smiled at him.

Wen Rensheng blinked, and the other party also blinked.

What's this?

Has the tea ceremony started?

Too bad he doesn't eat it.

After all, he is a noble man.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" the female in the drawing board said suddenly.

"Too ugly." Wen Rensheng shook his head.

"Why?" The female was a little angry.

"You have only the outside, but no inside. The outside is exquisite, but the inside is empty."

"Inward, can you see it in your heart?"

"Of course I can, let me ask you, do you know the derivative?"

"Uh, I know, isn't this something you learn in college?" The female panicked a little.

The university majored in tea art, and all derivatives and mathematics were all done with the help of buying tea.

"Oh, then do you know the meaning of derivatives?"

"this……"

The female was silent, and then asked back: "What's the use of knowing this thing? Just let those wooden heads learn it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It's boring. When you reach the peak, you will discover all the knowledge. Both are useful, the only difference is when to use it." Wen Rensheng shook his head.

"I only need to know how to use people, why should I learn these things?"

"Those who speak like this will be killed in the end."

Wen Rensheng twitched the corners of his mouth.

Why does he ask for derivatives?

Not without purpose, derivatives are local properties of functions. The derivative of a function at a point describes the rate of change of the function around that point.

And now, the changes in the entire wasteland are in sight.

He mentioned the derivative, just to tell the other party that in the face of change, all appearances are useless.

What is useful is only the inside.

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