Seeing these scribblings with ballpoint pens and rollerball pens, Li Yao's heart was beating wildly, and he had to cover his heart with his hand to suppress the familiar yet strange feeling in his heart.
Scroll further back, and there are some sketches of "magic weapons", most of which are chain swords, concussion knives and arrow blasters.
Not only do they have a stylish appearance, they are both unified and harmonious, and traces of mature industrial design can be seen.
It is very different from the common design style, and it also has a very fine internal structure, which looks like an intricate and detailed circuit board.
This is even stranger.
Li Yao majored in economics, and he was very sure that he had never taken any courses such as industrial design or circuit design.
If the "novel scenes" in front of him were just random scribblings, what happened to these structural diagrams that looked exquisite and rigorous at first glance?
thing?
Li Yao tilted his head and thought for a long time.
"Could it be that I still have potential that I haven't discovered yet, that I am a self-taught genius?
I should have taken the industrial design exam or something back then?"
He continued to turn over, and there was more behind him.
This time, it was a few sketches that were criss-crossed like a three-dimensional maze.
Li Yao turned over his notebook and looked at it for a long time before he suddenly realized that it was not the characters, scenes or magic weapons in the novel, but their dormitory building and teaching building, and even the entire Architectural structural drawings and topographic maps of the university.
Although it is difficult for Li Yao to judge the accuracy of these architectural structural drawings and topographic maps, the mysterious and complicated lines and the precise scales alone can show the skill of the draftsman.
Li Yao does not think that he has never studied architectural design.
I still have such skills, Moreover, what is very strange is that, no matter the teaching building or the dormitory building, the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes are the focus of his description and labeling - even the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes that wind all the way to the women's toilet are all marked by him.
Drawn meticulously.
"Yes, is there any mistake?
Could it be that these are all done by me?
Who am I, a hidden industrial and architectural design genius, or a deeply hidden perverted voyeur?"
Li Yao looked at the building structure diagram and was stunned for a while, unable to figure it out.
I think about it day by day and dream about it at night.
After staying on campus for several years, it is not surprising that I am familiar with the general structure of the teaching building and dormitory building.
However, these drawings do not even include the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes hidden between the floors.
Leak, it’s so weird!
However, this also explains another doubt of Li Yao.
——From getting out of bed to urinate to suddenly waking up, it only takes three to five hours, of which the most I can use to paint without being discovered is one or two hours.
In one or two hours, he had to draw so many detailed, lifelike, and perfectly integrated scenes and structural drawings.
No wonder his fingers were in severe pain.
Li Yao rubbed his fingers and found several dents left by holding the pen too hard, as well as traces of pen and ink left between his fingers.
This further confirmed his judgment.
He vaguely recalled these scenes, magic weapons and structural diagrams.
It was indeed him who painted it.
It was probably the darkest time before dawn.
When he read the novel, his blood was boiling and he couldn't help himself.
He suddenly had a feeling of nowhere to vent.
He only felt that his ten fingertips were about to turn into ten Taiyi thunder cannons, and the palms of his palms were about to turn into ten Taiyi thunder cannons.
Countless flaming runes appeared on the back of his hand and hand.
Somehow, he splashed ink and wrote quickly, leaving behind these things.
This is nonsense.
He didn't draw it himself.
Could it be that someone sneaked up to him in the middle of the night and used his pen and notebook to play pranks?
Li Yao knew Zhao Kai and Yu Xin very well.
They were not people who would pull such pranks.
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Besides, the brothers in the dormitory were half-baked and had no skills in art or design.
Who could draw such a complicated thing?
Li Yao turned to a blank page and held the pen again.
He wanted to draw another one while he was awake, no matter what he drew - scenes, magic weapons, architectural structural diagrams, maps.
Of course, what he wanted to draw the most was Ding Lingdang.
He wanted to draw ten thousand kinds of Ding Lingdang to see clearly who this mysterious girl was.
Unfortunately, the burning feeling in the palm of his hand has disappeared.
He chewed the pen for a long time and barely made a few sketches.
They were all crooked graffiti, and he could no longer find the spirituality of last night.
"What do you call this, an overnight genius?"
Li Yao tilted his chair up and shook it, unable to find any clue.
At this time, he discovered that there was something wrong with his right hand.
He had just picked up a pen to draw, and now he was holding the pen between his two fingers and spinning it unconsciously - this little game called "pen-twirling" is a favorite among primary and secondary school students.
It is a leisure and entertainment activity that everyone can play.
In folk sports, of course, most people can only put the pen on their fingertips and spin it a few times.
If they can play one or two tricks, they are considered a master, and they can get exclaims from their peers.
The same is true for Li Yao, who usually appears in a daze.
If you fall asleep when you have the chance, where will you find the time to practice pen-turning?
Being able to spin two or three times without falling off is the limit.
But now, his right hand seems to have been injected with mysterious spirituality, taking on a life of its own, or lingering with a strange magnetic field.
He controls the ballpoint pen to jump lightly on his fingertips, dancing wildly, making one after another The tricks he had never seen before, the rotation within a few inches, produced a thrilling feeling and the sound of breaking wind.
No matter how he moved around, it always stuck to his fingers.
"How is that possible?"
Li Yao was stunned.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his fingers were becoming more and more sensitive and slender, and he could make some incredible movements by reversing the joints.
He even saw that the ballpoint pen had obviously slipped from his fingertips, but was accidentally moved by an invisible force.
Pulling it, it jumped to the palm of my hand again, like a drill bit being rotated rapidly.
Moreover, the less focused he is and the less he thinks about his fingers, the faster he turns the pen and the more gorgeous and gorgeous his patterns are.
Once he pays too much attention to this matter, he will consciously control his fingers and ballpoint pen. , instead he became clumsy.
The more he tried to control it, the less he could control it.
Finally, with a "pop" sound, the ballpoint pen finally fell to the ground.
The five fingertips on his right hand were also red and painful like needle pricks.
Li Yao stared at the pen that fell on the ground, like staring at a hibernating snake.
Why, his hands suddenly became so sensitive - there are a few classmates in Li Yao's class who particularly like to spin pens, and Li Yao has also watched some videos of so-called "pen-turning masters" through them.
He is not bragging, and he Compared with the pattern just now, the hands of those pen-turning masters are no different from chicken feet, they are still cooked.
Li Yao thought of a word or a descriptive technique for no reason.
The author of "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation", "Woniu Zhenren", has a very poor vocabulary and descriptive techniques.
Every time he describes how fast "Cultivation Li Yao" repairs magic weapons and how magical his techniques are, he will use "his hands turn into two."
To describe it as "grey fog".
Although Li Yao complained many times while reading, but recalling the action of turning the pen just now, he had to admit that his hand did turn into a gray mist - if the speed were faster, maybe there would be something in the gray mist.
Wisps of arcs will burst out!
Come to think of it, when he was drawing those scene maps, structure maps and terrain maps earlier, he must have been so fast.
Otherwise, in just one or two hours, it would be impossible to finish half of the notebook.
"It's a ghost!"
Li Yao was restless and paced back and forth.
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He felt that the small dormitory was filled with dark winds and ghostly atmosphere, which made him shiver a few times and get goosebumps all over his body.
But no matter how hard I try, I still can’t figure out what’s going on – I’ve only heard of ghosts hitting walls and ghosts pressing on beds, but I’ve never heard of ghosts taking over and teaching people how to play with pens!
His hands, his hands...
An unbearable hot feeling spread from his heart to his whole body, and then gathered from his whole body to his fingertips.
He suddenly felt that his fingers were itchy.
It was not the usual itchiness of a mosquito bite, but a strange itching that was a hundred times more unbearable.
He thought He wanted to scream, he wanted to bite, he wanted to put all ten fingers on the roughest masonry and rub it hard, he even wanted to burn his fingertips with fire, but what he wanted to do most was... tear things apart.
That's right, he suddenly knew what he was going to do.
He wants to dismantle everything that can be disassembled into its most basic components.
This feeling is like a fatal lightning bolt that cannot be resisted.
Before his brain could react, he had gasped and stretched out his sinful hands towards his desk.
In the blink of an eye, even he himself did not see the gesture clearly, and all the signature pens and ballpoint pens on the desk turned into the smallest pieces.
The parts are divided into categories and arranged neatly.
Unable to satisfy himself, he trembled and opened the desk.
Inside there was a broken calculator and a radio used for the listening test in the CET-4 and CET-6 exams.
Although these two electronic products are not too complicated, they are composed of hundreds of parts, and they are very tightly connected, and are held in place by very small screws.
Li Yao didn't have a screwdriver, but he only used a ballpoint pen refill.
Within three minutes, he completely dismantled the calculator and radio, returning every part to the state in which it was just made.
Li Yao stared at the two piles of parts for a long time, then put the ballpoint pen refill in his mouth and bit it again and again.
"Pop!"
He suddenly gave himself two slaps to wake up, then closed his eyes, mixed the two piles of parts together, and rubbed them again and again in a mahjong-like manner to ensure that all the parts of the calculator and the radio were completely mixed.
"It's impossible.
It makes no sense.
There's no way to explain the whole thing.
How could my hand become like this?
Moreover, the structure, weight, material, size and other data of each part are all running around in my mind.
My hands, wait, what are my hands doing?"
Li Yao opened his eyes suddenly and saw that he was installing several button batteries and AA batteries into the brand new calculator and radio.
That's right, he was very sure that half a minute had passed at most, and the wall clock on the opposite wall had not yet completed a full circle, and a large number of parts that were scattered in a pile just now, and even the manufacturer might not be able to separate them, have been neatly removed. ground restoration.