Next, Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue practiced intensively within this month.
Continuously practice control and gradually increase its value.
And it can release the weaving state of the psychic ring, which can reach 35P.
After a month of having to adapt to the 35P energy range every day, Tan Yue has become much more proficient in controlling the psychic ring.
Zhang Chaoqiang found that he seemed to have become a teacher in some aspects? Or parents?
Is this the feeling you developed?
Since secretly increasing the energy intensity, the energy storage that could have been used twenty or thirty times usually completely loses energy after about ten times.
The wear and tear was so serious that Zhang Chaoqiang could seek help from Teacher Guan for recharging up to thirteen times a day.
Why thirteen times?
Because Zhang Chaoqiang was only able to find Teacher Guan thirteen times that day.
It was also on that day that when Teacher Guan was looking for Teacher Xuanyu again and strongly demanded a repeated mental check on Zhang Chaoqiang, he was kicked away by the teacher and his buttocks sank deeply into the handrail of the corridor.
Only then did he change his thoughts.
"Yes, it's not because Zhang Chaoqiang is under great pressure, but because he is concentrating on preparing for the upcoming simulated energy exchange meeting in elementary school! There is nothing wrong with him!"
After tidying him up, Xuan Yu patted her legs and nodded with satisfaction.
Sometimes, the method of psychological counseling depends on the person. Some people just use targeted "physical" treatment.
Recently, Zhang Chaoqiang discovered that his father is also very busy. He leaves early and comes home late every day. He heard that the factory has more orders and must work overtime to finish them before the end of the year.
Speaking of which, Zhang Chaoqiang doesn't know exactly what items are produced in his father Zhang Huolong's factory.
Most of the troubles and things at work he would not take the initiative to talk about unless asked.
I just remember that it seems to be about the mold shells of various weapons and equipment.
A month later, Zhang Chaoqiang, who practiced diligently, couldn't help but sigh. It's easy to get started but hard to master. [Control Power] has been stuck at 46 for several days.
What comforted him was that Tan Yue was very smart.
Many of the key points about controlling the psychic ring are very vague. I can only give them a rough outline, and the other party can understand and learn them in a short period of time.
And in the past month, Teacher Guan has given the three of them additional small steps to guide them in integrating energy into their movements, just like what Zhang Chaoqiang showed originally.
Elbows, punches, whips, and some simple movements can already be mastered.
December 22nd, today happens to be the winter solstice, and according to the schedule, the day after tomorrow is the day for exchanges between primary school psychic rings.
It was today that Zhang Chaoqiang received a piece of news that shocked him and made him feel chilled.
"What? There are no awards at the exchange conference?"
Teacher Guan told him that the exchange meeting was really just a discussion and exchange, not that serious, and naturally there were no title awards such as championship, first and second place.
Zhang Chaoqiang laughed inwardly. In order to prepare for this, he even turned down the painting competition for primary school students in Tianan City that would be held in a few days.
In my free time this month, I have been practicing the control of the psychic ring and writing, and there is no time to improve my painting skills.
Are you telling me now that there will be no awards?
So where can I fill up my last 1 point of experience [obvious comparison]?
As the Chinese New Year is approaching, there really are no other games in the past two months.
Only the painting competition a week later can fill in the last bit of experience.
Zhang Chaoqiang needed time to prepare. He was a little embarrassed, but finally told Teacher Guan:
"Teacher Guan, I may not have time to attend this exchange meeting..."
"Ah?" Teacher Guan was puzzled for a moment, and then said: "It doesn't matter, there is no ranking. The school will also give out rewards for getting good results. You don't have to worry about Zhang Chaoqiang."
He thought Zhang Chaoqiang was because of his family's financial problems, but in fact, in his opinion, their family was already well-off among ordinary people, but it was just not worth mentioning in front of warriors like Teacher Guan.
Zhang Chaoqiang still claimed that he needed to coordinate the time arrangement and said he would implement it as soon as possible and give himself a reply.
"Coordinate time, arrange work, and implement it as soon as possible..."
"There are all these tricks, am I making it up or is classmate Zhang Chaoqiang making it up?"
Teacher Guan entered a state of confusion.
Today is the winter solstice, and Tan Yue has been very happy all day long.
Because this year’s winter solstice, I spent it at Zhang Chaoqiang’s house.
"Fish skin dumplings, water chestnut dumplings, donkey meat dumplings, water fish dumplings..."
Sitting sideways during class, with her back to the blackboard, Tan Yue zipped her bag back and forth while taking stock of more than thirty types of dumplings.
She asked Zhang Chaoqiang: "Grandpa Chen told me that he has prepared these types of dumplings. I don't know if they are enough..."
Zhang Chaoqiang, who is concentrating on practicing calligraphy, is trying to write with a brush. He combines various characters in a poem into a painting by arranging the position, rotation, angle, zooming in and out, etc.
This is an idea that my mother, Shen Qiangwei, discovered in a short video about proportions. She wanted Zhang Chaoqiang to use it at the time:
"The funeral of roses, bury our memories", "Love is not what you want to buy, you can buy it if you want to buy it", "Shen Qiangwei️Love Zhang Huolong".
These few paragraphs are used to draw a family portrait of her, her father Zhang Huolong and herself.
Zhang Chaoqiang, who refused on the spot, did not expect to actually implement it today.
He wanted to use this idea in a short period of time to try to win the prize in the painting competition. The top three would be enough. After all, practicing painting skills requires more time.
"Are these dumplings enough?" Tan Yue repeated when Zhang Chaoqiang didn't reply.
"You mean, Grandpa Chen prepared more than thirty kinds of dumplings?"
"Yes, but I think it's not enough. Just like bags, Grandpa Chen will give me dozens of bags almost every month. They are different every day."
"No wonder you've never carried the bear satchel I gave you."
After Zhang Chaoqiang finished the painting, he was consciously satisfied and filled up the ink with a swipe of the brush. There was no emotion or joy on his face, and he was as calm as the surface of a lake.
"Who said that? I always carry it with me?"
Tan Yue quickly opened the black leather satchel, which contained a pink soft satchel that looked like brand new from the factory.
After taking one look, Tan Yue zipped up the zipper.
"oh."
Zhang Chaoqiang's eyes were still fixed on the satchel that had been moved away, and he nodded slightly. After a long time, he packed up the items on the table and carefully handed the A3-sized piece of rice paper to Tan Yue.
"Is it just for me?" Tan Yue jumped for joy.
Looking closer, there are two awkward words: Tan Yue.
Looking from a distance, one can vaguely see a portrait that is very similar to Tan Yue himself.
The considerate Zhang Chaoqiang still uses colored ink.
"Of course it's not just for you, Grandpa Chen also has it."
Zhang Chaoqiang took out another portrait with three twisted characters "Chen Xiucai" on it.
Comparing the two, Tan Yue feels that her paintings are more exquisite than Grandpa Chen's.
