After taking a shower, I threw myself on the bed. I originally planned to sleep for a while and get online. Unexpectedly, I woke up at dawn and opened my eyes. The sun was already shining brightly outside. I guess it was because I was under too much pressure these days. I returned to comfort. environment, people suddenly become relaxed.
"This is bad."
I have been absent from school for several days, and I wonder if the school will let me clean as a punishment. Liu Wei'an sat on the bed in a daze for a few seconds, then quickly got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and had breakfast. Then take a taxi to school. When we arrived at school, it was already half past eight and students were already in class.
"It's even worse now. Not only was he absent from class, but he was also late." Liu Wei'an walked into the classroom with a bit of guilt.
"Report, I'm late."
The teacher was a man in his fifties, with thick eyes and a somewhat bald head. He glanced at Liu Wei'an, nodded, and said, "Come in, and remember not to be late next time."
"Thank you, teacher." Liu Wei'an quickly walked to his seat and sat down, and found that several classmates looked at him strangely. He was thinking in his mind and smiled at the little beauty Tang Dingdong who had been staring at him. Tang Dingdong's face was expressionless, his delicate nose twitched slightly, and he turned to look at the blackboard.
Liu Wei'an ate a soft nail and didn't care. However, Xiao Jie in front of him turned around and said quickly: Liu Wei'an, you are so awesome, you dared to skip class just after class. Liu Wei'an wanted to ask in detail what the consequences would be for absenteeism, but Xiao Jie gave Tang Dingdong a sideways look and quickly sat up straight, looking absorbed in the conversation and not talking. It looked like a teacher, but Liu Wei'an noticed his small movements under the table. A grasshopper made of wild grass quickly took shape. Looking inside the drawer, there were already more than a dozen ready-made grasshoppers, with feet as feet, wings as wings, and eyes. Here are two points marked with an ink pen, which are so lifelike that at first glance, I thought they were real.
This section is a history lesson. Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty once said that by reading history, you can know the ups and downs. As a modern person, there are many ways to understand history as long as you are willing to use mobile phones, computers, TVs, and books. However, reading history by yourself is boring and boring, and it is far less lively and interesting than what teachers teach. As Liu Wei'an listened, he suddenly remembered The former storyteller.
get out of class is over.
Tang Dingdong immediately got angry: "Why are you absent from class?"
"Something happened at home." Liu Wei'an felt unhappy. Tang Dingdong's tone was as if he was interrogating a prisoner. He just thought that he was in the wrong, so he answered honestly.
"What's the matter?" Tang Dingdong's eyes were sharp and unblinking.
"Private matters." Liu Wei'an's tone was a bit cold.
"Why can't you get through on the phone?" Tang Dingdong's tone softened a bit, and he seemed to realize that his tone was too harsh.
"out of battery."
Tang Dingdong snorted, "Don't you think you should ask for leave from the school if something happens?"
"Sorry, the matter is urgent and I can't make it in time."
"Emergency?" Tang Dingdong laughed angrily, "Is there an earthquake?"
"My home is in Anyuan City, Banshi County." Liu Wei'an said expressionlessly, "If you don't believe it, you can check my information files."
"I..." Tang Dingdong's first impression was that Liu Wei'an was lying. How could it be such a coincidence? Speaking of earthquakes, they were in Banshi Town, Anyuan City. But such lies would be exposed in the blink of an eye. Liu Wei'an Wei An obviously would not make such a low-level mistake, and Liu Wei'an's slightly indifferent and sad expression made her feel inexplicably flustered. She suddenly couldn't say what she wanted to say. She was stunned for a few seconds before finishing. He stammered: "It's useless to tell me. You can figure out how to explain it to the teacher."
The whole morning's class passed uneventfully. If the only abnormality was that Tang Dingdong was restless. The bell rings.
"Come on -"
The students rushed out of the classroom like a tide, with ferocious expressions and gnashing teeth. Xiao Jie, who was in second place, watched helplessly as Liu Wei'an easily surpassed him and rushed into the cafeteria. By the time he rushed into the cafeteria, Liu Wei'an was already carrying The basin sat on the table and devoured it.
"It's unreasonable. I've been practicing hard for a week. Not only did I fail to catch up with you, but the distance has actually widened. How did you do that?" Xiao Jie looked at Liu Wei'an with a constipated expression on his face.
Liu Wei'an looked up at him, uttered two words, and continued to struggle with the food.
"Character."
"Fuck." Xiao Jie said.
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"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's hawk-like eyes swept over every student, every one Anyone who made eye contact with him couldn't help but avert their eyes. Tang Tianyao's voice had a heavy metallic texture, and it sounded like the collision of steel to his ears, "You are all eliminated products without talent, so if you want to succeed, your only way is to sweat, sweat, and sweat. Sweat. Zamabu, start now."
The students had become accustomed to Tang Tianyao's direct speaking style. All of them had expressionless faces, their legs bent, their bodies suddenly became shorter, and they had already completed a standard horse stance.
"From today on, everyone's weight will be doubled." Tang Tianyao said calmly.
All the students' bodies trembled, fear flashed in their eyes, but they did not dare to voice any objections. They clenched their gums with an expression as if they were looking forward to death.
"Who is Liu Wei'an? Come out." Tang Tianyao said coldly.
"Here!" Liu Wei'an strode out of the queue.
"The school will impose severe penalties on students who are innocently absent from school for more than three days. If you are innocently absent from school for four days, you must accept the punishment. Of course, you can choose to refuse, and the consequence will be to leave the school." Tang Tianyao stared at Liu Wei'an, "Please tell me now It's your choice."
"I am willing to accept any punishment." Liu Wei'an said loudly.
"The pen and ink will serve you." Tang Tianyao's voice fell, and the faces of all the students present changed. They looked at Liu Wei'an with sympathy, sneer, and pity, but more indifference, as if they were looking at a stranger. Although Liu Wei'an did not look back, he could still feel that the atmosphere around him had changed. He didn't understand it at first, but when he saw the pen and ink clearly, his expression completely changed.
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 this brush is made of iron. Just by looking at the posture of the soldier holding the brush, you can tell that the weight of the brush is at least more than a hundred. catty. The ink is normal, about the size of a palm, and it looks like you have to grind it yourself, a stack of white rice paper. There is also a book as thick as a dictionary.
"Copy this book once. You are required to copy three pages a day. You can go to class after copying. The handwriting cannot be scrawled, there cannot be mistakes, there cannot be omissions, and there cannot be too many words. One sentence must be exactly the same as the original book. If after three months If you haven’t finished copying the books, the door of Xinglong University will be opened for you at any time. In order to keep you up with the progress and avoid falling behind when you finish copying the books, there is no need to take off the scale head. If the posture of the horse step is not standard, the consequences will be ...You understand." Tang Tianyao showed a rare sense of humor.
"Yes." Liu Wei'an couldn't laugh at all.
"You can start." Tang Tianyao said to the soldiers on the side, "You guys keep an eye on it." After that, he left.
Liu Wei'an's arms sank as he took the brush into his hands, and his heart sank as well. It was heavier than he thought. He originally thought it was about one hundred kilograms, but in fact it was at least one hundred and thirty kilograms. It would be difficult for ordinary people to hold such a weight. , it is almost impossible to write.
"Can you grind it? No? It doesn't matter. I'll show you." The soldier was very kind and took the initiative to grind the ink for Liu Wei'an. He was skilled in his movements and finished grinding the ink in a short time.
"Thank you." Liu Wei'an twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled ugly.
"You're welcome." The soldier grinned, his teeth white.
When the pen fell, a large pool of ink spread out. Five or six grids as big as a child's fingernail were suddenly dyed black, and Liu Wei'an suddenly broke out in sweat.
It is not easy to find the correct grid. Trying to write in such a small grid is as difficult as an ant stumbling over an elephant. The soldier smiled slightly, took away the rice paper and replaced it with another one.
"Thank you." As soon as the words came out, Liu Wei'an was startled, and he was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it.
This time, I controlled my strength and carefully touched the rice paper with the tip of the pen. The situation was much better, but with one stroke, the entire grid was filled. Even the word "一" was too thick.
The soldier was understanding and changed the paper.
"Thanks!"
Later, Liu Wei'an tried his best to control the strength, but when he lifted the brush, he still inevitably scratched three grids in a row and replaced the 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. His impetuous mentality was only one aspect. The important thing was that his arms were straining. After twenty minutes, every second passed, his arms Just as it sank a minute, the 120-pound writing brush seemed to be increasing in weight, just like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, becoming heavier and heavier.
"Thank you!" Liu Wei'an opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The soldier didn't care, so he changed a piece of rice paper and spread more than 80 pieces of scrap paper behind him. After writing another piece of paper, Liu Wei'an stopped and slowly closed his eyes. The soldiers looked on, not in a hurry, and did not say anything to urge them. The classmates behind him focused on him at first, but soon focused on themselves because of the infinite weight of the scale.
After only an hour, a quarter of the students couldn't hold on and fell to the ground. After dancing for a while, they fell silent. The remaining people's faces were all red, their bodies were sweating, and their feet were wet. Suddenly, Liu Wei'an opened his eyes.
With a movement of his wrist, a thin stroke appeared on the rice paper. According to normal proportions, this stroke is still a bit thick. The only word that can be formed is 'two', which is the most suitable, and even 'three' is uncoordinated, but The soldier's eyes lit up, and he looked at Liu Wei'an with a little more curiosity.
