Chapter 3181

Seeing these graffiti with ballpoint pens and signature pens, Li Yao's heart was pounding. He had to cover his heart with his hands to suppress his familiar and strange feeling.

Looking back, there are also some sketches of "magic weapons", most of which are chain saw swords, concussion swords and arrow blasters. They are not only unified and harmonious in appearance, but also completely different from common design styles. Moreover, they have very fine internal structures, like intricate and delicate circuit boards.

This is even more strange.

Li Yao studies economics. He is quite sure that he has not taken industrial design and circuit design courses. If the "novel scenes" in front of him are still graffiti, what's the matter with these exquisite and rigorous structural drawings?

Li Yao tilted his head and thought for a long time.

"Do I still have the potential I haven't found? I'm a genius who can't teach myself. I should have taken an industrial design exam in those years?"

He went on, and there was more in the back.

This time, it was several sketches crisscrossing like a three-dimensional maze. After reading his notebook for a long time, Li Yao suddenly realized that it was not the characters, scenes or magic weapons in the novel, but the architectural structure and topographic map of their dormitory building, teaching building and even the whole university.

Although it's difficult for Li Yao to judge the accuracy of these architectural structure maps and topographic maps, the skill of the draftsman can be seen from the mysterious and complicated lines and the seamless scale. Li Yao doesn't think that he has never learned architectural design, and what's more, it's very strange that no matter the teaching building or the dormitory building, Ventilation pipes and sewer pipes are the key points of his description and marking - even the ventilation pipes and sewer pipes that meander all the way to the women's toilet are meticulously drawn by him.

"Yes, is there any mistake? Is all this from me? Who am I, a hidden genius of industrial and architectural design, or a hidden Voyeur?"

Looking at the structural drawing, Li Yao was stunned for a long time and couldn't figure it out.

It's not strange to be familiar with the general structure of the teaching building and dormitory building. However, these drawings do not even leak the ventilation pipes and sewer pipes hidden between the floors. It's really weird!

However, this also explains another doubt of Lee.

——It's only three or five hours from getting out of bed to urinating to waking up suddenly, of which the most one or two hours can be used for painting without being discovered.

In an hour or two, he had to draw so many delicate, lifelike and seamless scenes and structural drawings. No wonder his fingers were so painful.

Li Yaomo rubbed his fingers and found several dents left by too much force in holding the pen, as well as traces of ink left in his fingers, which further confirmed his judgment and vividly recalled that these scenes, magic weapons and structural drawings were indeed his paintings.

It was about the darkest time before dawn. When he read the novel, he saw his blood boiling and he couldn't help himself. He suddenly felt that there was no place to vent. He only felt that ten fingertips would turn into ten Taiyi thunder and magnetic cannons, and countless burning runes would appear in the palm and the back of his hand. He didn't know how to splash ink and write hard, leaving these things behind.

This is bullshit.

He didn't draw it himself. Did someone sneak up to him in the middle of the night and play pranks with his pen and notebook?

Li Yao knows Zhao Kai and Yu Xin very well. They don't know how to make such a prank. Besides, the brothers in the dorm are half the weight. They don't have any art and design cells. Who can draw such a complicated thing?

Li Yao turned to the blank page and held his pen again. He wanted to draw a new one in a sober state, no matter what - scene, magic weapon, architectural structure, map.

Of course, what he wanted to draw most was Ding lingdang. He wanted to draw 10000 kinds of Ding lingdang to see who this mysterious girl was.

It's a pity that the burning feeling in the palm of his hand has disappeared. After biting the pen for a long time, he managed to draw a few sketches, all of which are crooked graffiti, and he can't find the spirit of last night.

"What's that called, genius overnight?"

Li Yao tilted up his chair and couldn't find a clue.

At this time, he found that there was something wrong with his right hand.

As soon as he drew with a pen, he put the pen between his two fingers and unconsciously rotated it. This little game called "pen swiveling" is a popular folk sport for primary and secondary school students. It's relaxing and everyone knows how to do it. Of course, most people put the pen on their fingertips for a few circles at most. If they can play one or two styles, they can be regarded as masters and get the exclamation of their peers, Li Yao is the same. He usually falls asleep whenever he has a chance to be in a daze. How can he practice writing? It's the limit to be able to turn two or three times without falling down.

But now, his right hand seems to be infused with mysterious spirit and has his own life, or a strange magnetic field hovers around him, manipulating the ball point pen to jump lightly and dance wildly at his fingertips, making one pattern after another that he has never seen before, and the rotation between every inch turns out to be a thrilling feeling and the sound of breaking the wind, No matter how they move, they stick to his fingers.

"How could it be?"

Li Yaomu was stunned.

I don't know if he is under the illusion that his ten fingers are becoming more and more sensitive and slender, and he can make some incredible movements against his joints. He even saw that the ball point pen had obviously slipped from his fingertips, but it was pulled by an invisible force and jumped into the palm again, such as the drill was spinning rapidly.

What's more, the less he pays attention and doesn't think about his fingers, the faster he turns his pen, and the more gorgeous and gorgeous his style is. Once he pays too much attention to it and consciously manipulates his fingers and ballpoint pen, he becomes clumsy. The more he wants to control it, the more he can't control it. Finally, with a click, the ballpoint pen finally falls to the ground.

The five fingertips of his right hand were red and painful like acupuncture.

Li Yao stares at the pen on the ground like a snake in hibernation.

Why did his hands suddenly become so sensitive? Several students in Li Yao's class especially like to turn the pen. Through them, Li Yao also saw some videos of so-called "master of turning the pen". It's not that he boasted. Compared with his style just now, the hands of those master of turning the pen are no different from chicken feet, and they are still stewed.

Li Yao had no reason to think of a word, or a descriptive technique.

The author of Xiuzhen 40000 years "woniu Zhenren" has a very poor vocabulary and description techniques. Every time he describes how fast "Xiuzhen Liyao" repairs magic weapons and how magical the techniques are, "his hands turn into two fog" is used to describe.

Although Li Yao read many times when he read, but he recalls his movements of turning pen just now, he had to admit that his hands really turned into a fog. If the speed is faster, make complaints about a continuous arc of dust.

I think he was so fast when he drew those scene maps, structure maps and topographic maps in the early days. Otherwise, it would be impossible to finish half a notebook in just one or two hours.

"Hit a ghost!"

Li Yao fidgeted and paced back and forth. He felt that the wind was blowing in the small dormitory, which made him shiver and get goose bumps.

But I don't want to know what's going on - I've never heard of ghosts hitting walls, ghosts pressing beds, and ghosts teaching people to play with pens!

His hand, his hand

A hot and dry feeling spread from the heart to the whole body, and then gathered from the whole body to the fingertips. Suddenly, he felt ten fingers itching, not the itching of being bitten by mosquitoes in the general sense, but a strange itch that was more difficult than that. He wanted to shout, he wanted to bite, he wanted to put all ten fingers on the roughest brick and stone, and he even wanted to burn his fingertips with fire, But what he wants to do most is... Dismantle things.

Yes, he suddenly knew what he was going to do.

He wants to dismantle everything that can be disassembled into the most basic components.

It's like a deadly bolt of lightning that can't be stopped.

Before his brain could react, he panted and stretched out his sinful hands towards his desk. Almost in the blink of an eye, he didn't even see the gestures clearly. All the signature pens and ballpoint pens on the desk turned into the most delicate parts, and they were placed neatly in different categories.

He trembled and opened his desk. There was a broken calculator and a radio for listening test.

Although these two electronic products are not too complicated, they are also made up of hundreds of parts, and they are very closely meshed, and they are hard pressed with very small screws.

Li Yao didn't have a screwdriver, but he only used a ballpoint pen core. Within three minutes, he completely removed the calculator and radio, and each part returned to the state it had just been made.

After staring at the two piles of parts for a long time, Li Yao put the ball point pen core in his mouth and bit it again and again.

"Pa Pa!"

He suddenly slapped himself in the face and woke up. Then he closed his eyes and mixed the two piles of parts together. He rubbed them again and again with the method of rubbing mahjong to make sure that all the parts of the calculator and the radio were completely confused.

"It's impossible. It's unreasonable. There's no way to explain the whole thing. How can my hand become like this? Besides, the structure, weight, material, size and other data of every part are all spinning around in my mind. What's my hand doing, etc.!"

Li Yaomeng opened his eyes and saw that he was installing several button batteries and No. 7 batteries into his new calculator and radio.

Yes, he is very sure that half a minute at most has passed, and the clock on the opposite wall has not finished a circle, but a large number of parts that have just been scattered in a pile, and even the manufacturer may not be able to separate, have been neatly restored.