Without hesitation, Wei Eshu directly purchased the 50-point admission ticket.
This thing is like shopping on Taobao, it is full of new things, and you can spend a whole day shopping there.
Wei Curcuma didn't continue to look at it. He waited until he became a deviant to look at other things, because many things not only required points, but also required the level authority of the purchaser.
He set his sights on Beijing's student discounts. Beijing opened their R&D department to the outside world and could customize some gadgets and props, but students could buy them at half the price, which was really a great discount.
It’s easy to understand that there are such discounts. Most of the shops are directly on the commercial street and open.
What Wei Zeshu wanted this time was a customized product, which was also an idea he gave as an extra gift to the little raccoon named Pizza after he agreed to establish a club.
"Your soul pressure structure is useless, why not just spend some points to buy glasses frames!"
Wei Curcuma thought it made sense, so he planned to customize a spectacle frame.
The school's R&D department seemed to be online now, and Wei Curcuma told him directly about his needs.
"I want a spectacle frame to facilitate the continuous input of soul pressure. It would be best to have lenses. I hope the lenses can also be filled with soul pressure. It's okay if I don't have them. Do I need to use special metal as the frame?"
The other party replied very quickly, and it was obvious that these nerds from the R&D department faced keyboards every day, and their hand speed was as good as that of novel authors.
"Using purified crystal pieces for lenses, mixed with a little negative calcite will meet your needs."
"As for the frame, I don't think it is necessary to use all rare metals. That kind of low-purity metal has poor soul pressure conduction effect. It is better to inlay an extremely fine high-purity mithril in the lens of the frame and where it touches your temple, and directly Run through it like an electrical line.”
The opponent slapped a lot of them, and Wei Curcuma looked at them carefully and was convinced.
“Place your order and choose the frame type and color.”
"Can this be customized?"
"Nonsense, what era is it? If you want, there is also a limited edition jointly signed by the God of Death Kurosaki Ichigo."
"I'm super cool!"
Wei Yushu clicked on the ordering interface, where the details of each frame can be customized, and you can even rotate to view the customized 3D model, which is pure high-tech power.
Wei Zeshu chose a pair of pure black glossy large-frame glasses with thick square frames with black edges. The frame is somewhat similar to sunglasses, with a curved top and bottom, and a silver thread running through the temple legs, adding some details.
It takes 5 points to customize. Although some rare metals are used, with the help of brothers from the R&D department, the amount used is very small. Wei Eshu added it to the shopping cart, totaling 55 points. The postage costs 300, cash, times Dayda.
Although some people wanted to complain that the postage was too expensive, it was cash after all. Wei Curcuma reluctantly paid the high postage, and he still had 245 points left in his account.
Wei Zeshu did not touch them again. He had a total of 150,000 in cash due to previous bets and compensation, which made him rich. The redemption of points was one-way, so it was better to keep it unless necessary.
During the process of placing the order, Wei Curcuma saw a special frame, which can preserve certain materials that are easily damaged and faded for a long time. It is made of special crystal and only costs 1 point. He added it to the shopping cart.
After doing this, Wei Curcuma took back his campus card and touched the watercolor painting of the sunset in his pocket. It seemed that with this settlement, the matter came to an end.
But Wei Curcuma knew that the lost life could not be wiped out so easily. He had always been a grudge-bearing person. If he thought he could just wipe it out, who would remember the girl who disappeared under the sunset? Who will pay homage to those who sacrificed their lives?
He grabbed his bag. Although he had a lot of thoughts in his heart, he was not a person who liked to talk about his inner thoughts. He was going to prepare for the general chemistry class in the afternoon.
Freshmen, sophomores and juniors all share this elective course. I made an appointment with several seniors from Hedao Building to go to the classroom together.
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In the familiar lecture theater, everyone has some special bottles and jars placed in front of them, which are the basis of alchemy.
The teacher was analyzing various basic reagents and the five elements on the podium. Wei Curcuma was listening while taking notes on the uniformly distributed iPad, and his pen was flying.
As for him, the soft and beautiful senior Shen Mengxi was sleeping harder than a pig with her dreamy light pink hair on her pillow.
"...You students can try the diesel lighter in your hand, but please note that these are antiques purchased by the North from a declining aristocratic family in Western Europe. Each one is worth three months of my life." My salary! Follow the steps strictly when using it!”
"There is no diesel in it. The principle of its operation is soul pressure. It is the transformation of the nature of soul pressure completed by the most simple and easy-to-understand alchemy. Everyone should..."
Wei Curcuma listened very carefully, carefully intensified the reverse, refined a little bit of soul pressure, and gently poured it into the antique in front of him.
Not to mention, antiques are expensive. Looking at the transparent crystal structure wrapped in rusty bronze, the pressure of my soul is gradually transformed into the active ion state of heat, and finally turned into a flame. This feeling is indescribable. surface.
Just as Wei Curcuma was watching intently, the flame in his hand suddenly became brighter and darker, and then began to burn violently.
Some black arcs appeared on the wick uncontrollably!
"Everyone, run, this thing seems to be...!"
Wei Curcuma hurriedly shouted, but he did not dare to leave the antique with his hands, because if he left, it might explode immediately.
Before he could finish his words, black arcs mixed with cyan flames rushed to the ceiling like a tornado, and all the students let out an uproar that was half frightened and half amazed.
"..."
The only injured person was probably the girl sitting in front of Wei Zhushu in the lecture hall. Her school uniform and part of her long silver hair were partially affected by such a blue-black tornado, and the ends of her long silver hair were curled unsightly. It rises like a burnt tree branch.
The girl who was concentrating so hard that she had nothing else to focus on slowly turned her head. Only then did she realize that she had beautiful lavender hair, almost silver long hair, and the tips of her hair were burned into confusion.
When everyone saw clearly the two people involved, the second round of uproar broke out again, but this time everyone's mentality changed to fear that the world would not be in chaos.
One of them is the first in the freshman class, the only super special recruit who has passed assassination training and is known as the "monster" in the forum, Wei Zeshu.
The girl sitting in front of him, whose innocence was affected, is the leader of the sophomore internship group, the only swordsman in the past ten years, and the current president of Shinkenjai.
——Gongsun Minato.
