Doomsday Rise

After taking a shower, I threw myself on the bed. I planned to sleep for a while and get up online. I didn’t expect that when I woke up at dawn and opened my eyes, the sun was already shining outside. I guess it was because of too much pressure these days, so I returned to comfort environment, people suddenly become relaxed.

"This is bad."

I have been absent from class for several days, and I don't know if the school will punish me for cleaning. Liu Weian sat on the bed in a daze for a few seconds, then hurriedly got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ate breakfast. Then take a taxi to school. When I arrived at the school, it was already half past eight, and the students had already started class.

"It's even worse now, not only absent from class, but also late." Liu Weian walked into the classroom with a guilty conscience.

"Report, I'm late."

The teacher was a man in his fifties, with thick eyes and a little bald head. He glanced at Liu Weian, nodded, and said, "Come in, don't be late next time."

"Thank you, teacher." Liu Weian walked quickly to his seat and sat down, and found that several students looked at him strangely. Thinking in his heart, he smiled at the little beauty Tang Dingdong who had been staring at him. Tang Dingdong's face was expressionless, his delicate nose was slightly zigzag, and he turned his head to look at the blackboard.

Liu Weian took a soft nail and didn't care. On the contrary, Xiao Jie in front turned around and said quickly: Liu Wei'an, you are a good kid, you dare to skip class just after class. Liu Wei'an wanted to ask in detail what would be the consequences of absenteeism, but because of Tang Dingdong's sidelong glance, Xiao Jie quickly sat upright, concentrating on it, and stopped talking. It looks like a teacher, but Liu Wei'an found that a small movement under his table, a grasshopper made of weeds quickly took shape, and looking in the drawer, there are already more than a dozen ready-made grasshoppers, feet are feet, wings are wings, eyes Here are two dots with an ink pen, it is so lifelike, at first glance, I thought it was real.

This section is a history lesson. Emperor Taizong of Tang once said that by reading history, one can know the ups and downs. As a modern person, with mobile phones, computers, TVs, and books, as long as you have the heart, you can learn about history in many ways, but reading history by yourself is dry and boring, and it is far less lively and interesting than the teacher's teaching. Liu Wei'an listened and suddenly remembered The former storyteller.

After class.

Tang Dingdong immediately launched an attack: "Why are you absent from class?"

"Something happened at home." Liu Weian was upset, and Tang Dingdong's tone seemed to be interrogating a prisoner, but he answered honestly just thinking that he was wronged.

"What's the matter?" Tang Dingdong's eyes were sharp without blinking.

"Private matters." Liu Weian's tone was a bit cold.

"Why can't you get through your phone?" Tang Dingdong's tone softened a little,

He also 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 school?"

"Sorry, it's urgent, and it's too late."

"Urgent?" Tang Dingdong laughed angrily, "Is there an earthquake?"

"My home is in Anyuan City, Banshi County." Liu Wei'an said blankly, "If you don't believe me, you can check my files."

"I..." Tang Dingdong's first impression was that Liu Weian was lying. How could it be such a coincidence? Speaking of the earthquake, it was in Banshi Town, Anyuan City, but this kind of lie would be exposed in a blink of an eye. Wei'an obviously wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. Moreover, Liu Wei'an's slightly indifferent and sad expression made her feel a little flustered for no reason. She suddenly couldn't say a word she wanted to say, and she froze for a few seconds before concluding. 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 without any surprises. The only abnormality was Tang Dingdong who was fidgeting. The get out of class bell rings.

"Come on—"

The students rushed out of the classroom like a tidal wave, with ferocious expressions and gnashed teeth. Xiao Jie, who was in second place, watched Liu Weian easily overtake him and rushed into the cafeteria. When he rushed into the cafeteria, Liu Weian had already The washbasin sat on the table and devoured it.

"It's unreasonable. I practiced desperately for a week. Not only did I fail to catch up with you, but the distance increased. How did you do it?" Xiao Jie looked at Liu Wei'an with a constipated expression.

Liu Wei'an looked up at him, spit out two words, and continued to fight for the food.

"Character."

"Fuck." Xiao Jie said.

...

"Ninety-nine percent of sweat plus one percent of talent equals success, and the key to success lies in that one percent of talent. But—" Tang Tianyao glanced at every student, every student Those 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 steel colliding in his ears, "You are all outcasts without talent, so, if you want to succeed, the only way for you is to sweat, sweat, and then Sweat. Zama step, start now."

The students were already used to Tang Tianyao's direct speaking style. They all had expressionless faces, their legs bent, and their bodies suddenly became shorter. A standard horse stance was already done.

"From today, everyone's scale head will double in weight." Tang Tianyao said plainly.

All the students trembled, fear flashed in their eyes, but they didn't dare to object, their gums clenched tightly, and they looked as if they were dying.

"Who is Liu Wei'an, come out." Tang Tianyao said coldly.

"Here!" Liu Weian strode out of the queue.

"The school will severely punish students who are innocently absent from class for more than three days. You must accept the punishment if you are innocently absent from class for four days. Of course, you can choose to refuse, and the consequence is to leave the school." Tang Tianyao stared at Liu Wei'an, "Now please tell I'm your choice."

"I am willing to accept any punishment." Liu Wei'an said loudly.

"Serve with pen and ink." 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 strangers. Although Liu Wei'an didn't look back, he could feel the atmosphere around him had changed. He didn't understand it at first, but when he saw the pen and ink clearly, his expression changed completely.

This is a giant writing brush with a length of more than two meters and a diameter of ten centimeters. catty. The ink is normal, the size of a palm, it looks like it needs to be grinded by yourself, a stack of white rice paper. In addition, there is 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 you finish copying. The handwriting must not be scribbled, make mistakes, miss words, or add more words. In one sentence, it must be exactly the same as the original book. If you haven't finished copying the book, the gate of Xinglong University will be opened for you at any time. In order to keep you up to date and avoid falling behind when you finish copying the book, you don't need to take off the scale. If the posture of the horse is not standard, the consequences will be serious. ...you understand." Tang Tianyao had a rare humor.

"Yes." Liu Weian couldn't laugh at all.

"You can start now." Tang Tianyao said to the soldiers beside him, "You guys keep an eye on it." After speaking, he left.

As soon as Liu Weian took the brush, Liu Weian's arm sank, and his heart also sank. It was heavier than expected. He originally thought it was about 100 catties, but in fact it was at least 130 catties. Such a weight would be difficult for ordinary people to hold. , It is almost impossible to use it for writing.

"Can you grind it? No? It doesn't matter. I'll show you a demonstration." The soldier had a good heart 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 while.

"Thank you." The corner of Liu Weian's mouth twitched, with an ugly smile.

"You're welcome." The soldier grinned, his teeth white.

When the pen fell, a large puddle of ink spread out, and five or six grids that were only as big as a child's fingernail were dyed black at once, and Liu Wei'an's sweat burst out all at once.

It is not easy to find the right grid. To write in such a small grid is similar to the difficulty of an ant tripping an elephant. The soldier smiled slightly, took the rice paper away and replaced it with another.

"Thank you." As soon as the words came out, Liu Weian was startled, and was so hoarse that he could hardly hear them clearly.

This time, I controlled the strength and carefully touched the rice paper with the tip of the pen. The situation improved a lot, but the entire grid was filled with one stroke across the pen. Even the word "one" was too thick.

The soldier was very understanding and changed a piece of paper.

"Thanks!"

Heng, Liu Wei'an has tried his best to grasp the force, but when he lifted the brush, he still inevitably drew three grids in a row to change the rice paper.

Horizontal, horizontal, horizontal, horizontal...

An hour later, Liu Wei'an was still practicing this stroke. The situation not only did not improve, but became worse. Impetuous mentality is only one aspect. The important thing is that the arms are struggling. After twenty minutes, every second, the arms As soon as it sank for a minute, the 120-jin writing brush seemed to keep gaining weight, just like Monkey King's golden cudgel, getting heavier and heavier.

"Thank you!" Liu Weian opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The soldier didn't care, and changed a piece of rice paper. Behind him, there were more than 80 pieces of waste paper. After writing another piece of paper, Liu Weian stopped and slowly closed his eyes. The soldiers watched, not in a hurry, and didn't say anything to urge them. The students behind him were still focusing on him at the beginning, but soon they focused on themselves because of the infinite weight of the scale.

After only one hour, a quarter of the students fell to the ground and fell to the ground after break dancing for a while. The rest of the people were all flushed, sweating, and their feet were wet. Suddenly, Liu Weian opened his eyes.

With a movement of the wrist, a thin stroke appeared on the rice paper. According to the normal proportion, this stroke is still a bit thick. The only character that can be formed is 'two' which is the most suitable, and 'three' is not coordinated, but But the soldier's eyes lit up, looking at Liu Weian's eyes, he was a little more curious.

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