Looking at the graffiti of the ballpoint pen and the signature pen, Li Yao's heart was pounding crazily. He had to cover his chest hard to suppress the familiar and weird feeling in his heart.
Flipping further, he found some sketches of 'magical equipment'. Most of them were chainswords, vibration sabers, and storm bolters. Not only were they uniform and harmonious in appearance, indicating the obvious traces of mature industrial design, but they were also entirely different from the common design styles. Also, they had very delicate internal structures, which looked like complicated, transparent circuit boards.
That was even weirder.
Li Yao majored in economics. He was very sure that he had never taken any courses such as industrial design or circuit design. If the "scenes" in the previous novels were just random graffiti, then what was the deal with the delicate and rigorous structural designs that he could tell at first glance?
Li Yao tilted his head and thought for a long time.
Is it possible that I have potentials that I haven't discovered yet? Am I a self-taught genius? Should I have taken industrial design or something back then?
He continued flipping. There were more.
This time, it was a few sketches that crisscrossed each other like a 3D maze. Li Yao flipped the notebook over and over again for a long time before he suddenly realized — finally, it was not the characters, scenes, or magical equipment in the novel, but rather the architectural blueprints and topographic maps of their dormitory and teaching buildings, and even the entire university.
Although it was hard for Li Yao to tell how accurate the structural designs and topographic maps were, the complicated lines and the seamless scale were enough to tell the skills of the drawer. Li Yao did not think that he had such skills when he had never studied architectural design before. Also, what was very odd was that both the teaching buildings and the dormitories, the ventilation tubes and the sewer pipes were the key points that he had drawn and marked. Even the zigzagging ventilation tubes and the sewer pipes leading to the ladies' room had been drawn meticulously.
Are — are you kidding me? Are they all my work? Who am I exactly? A genius in industrial and architectural design who hides his talents, or a perverted voyeur who hides his talents well?
Looking at the structural designs, Li Yao was dazed for a long time, unable to figure it out.
What one thinks in the day, one dreams in the night. Having stayed on campus for several years, it was not strange for him to be familiar with the general structure of the teaching buildings and dormitory buildings. However, these blueprints did not even miss a single one of the ventilation ducts and sewer ducts hidden between the floors.
However, it also explained Li Yao's other confusion.
It had only been a couple of hours from the time he peed to when he woke up, and the time when he could draw without being discovered had taken at most one or two hours.
In one or two hours, he had to draw so many vivid and lifelike scenes and structural drawings. No wonder his fingers were in so much pain that they felt like they were being twisted.
Li Yao rubbed his fingers and found several dents left by gripping the pen too hard. There were also traces of ink left between his fingers. This further convinced him of his judgment. He vaguely recalled that these scenes, magical equipment, and structural designs were indeed drawn by him.
It was probably the darkest time before dawn. When he was reading a novel, his blood was boiling and he could not control himself. Suddenly, he had a feeling that he had nowhere to vent his emotions. He felt that his ten fingertips were about to become ten Taiyi Lightning Railguns, and countless burning runes were about to appear on his palms and the back of his hands. He did not know why, but he started writing at a high speed and left these things behind.
That was nonsense.
If he did not draw them himself, could it be that someone secretly ran to him in the middle of the night and played a prank on him with his pen and notebook?
Li Yao knew Zhao Kai and Yu Xin very well. They were not the kind of people who would play such a prank. Besides, the brothers in the dormitory were all the same. They did not have the slightest talent in art and design. Who could draw such a complicated thing?
Li Yao turned to a blank page and picked up the pen again. He really wanted to draw a new one when he was sober, no matter what he wanted to draw — scenes, magical equipment, structural designs, or maps.
Of course, what he wanted to draw the most was still Ding Ling Dong. He wanted to draw ten thousand different appearances of Ding Ling Dong so that he could see clearly who this mysterious girl was.
Unfortunately, the burning sensation in his palm had disappeared. He bit the pen for a long time and barely managed to draw a few sketches, but they were all crooked doodles. He could no longer find the spirituality of last night.
"What is this called? A genius overnight?"
Li Yao tilted his chair and shook it. He could not find the slightest clue.
At this time, he discovered that there was something wrong with his right hand.
He had just picked up the pen and started to draw. At this moment, he was holding the pen between his two fingers and spinning it unconsciously. This small game called "pen spinning" was popular among college and primary school students. It was a leisure activity that everyone knew how to do. Of course, the vast majority of people would at most spin the pen a few times on their fingertips. If they could do one or two tricks, they would be considered experts and would be able to get the exclamation of their peers. Li Yao was the same. Usually, he would fall asleep whenever he had the chance to daydream. Where would he find the time to practice pen spinning? Spinning it two or three times without falling down was already his limit.
But now, his right hand seemed to have been injected with a mysterious spirituality and had its own life. Or perhaps it was surrounded by a layer of strange magnetic field. He was manipulating the ballpoint pen to jump lightly on his fingertips and dance crazily, making one trick after another that he had never seen before. The twirling of the pen produced a soul-stirring feeling and wind-breaking sound. No matter how it spun, it was always firmly stuck to his fingers.
"How is this possible?"
Li Yao was dumbfounded.
He did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his ten fingers were becoming more and more sensitive and slender. He could reverse the joints and make some incredible movements. He even saw that the ballpoint pen had clearly slipped from his fingertips, but it was pulled by an invisible force and jumped into his palm again, spinning quickly like a drill.
Moreover, the more he was distracted and did not think about his fingers, the faster he spun the pen, and the more gorgeous and gorgeous the tricks were. Once he paid too much attention to this matter and consciously tried to control his fingers and the pen, it became clumsy. The more he tried to control it, the more he could not control it. In the end, the pen finally fell to the ground with a clatter.
The five fingertips of his right hand were also rubbed red, as if they were being pricked by needles.
Li Yao stared at the pen that had fallen to the ground, as if he was staring at a hibernating viper.
Why did his hands suddenly become so sensitive? There were a few students in Li Yao's class who especially liked to spin pens. Li Yao had also seen a few videos of so-called "pen spinning experts" through them. It was not that he was blowing his own trumpet, but compared to the tricks he had just performed, the hands of those pen spinning experts were no different from chicken claws, and they were even the kind that had been braised.
Li Yao thought of a word for no reason, or it could be said that it was a kind of descriptive technique.
The author of 《40,000 Years of Cultivation》, "Daoist Master Crouching Bull", had a rather poor vocabulary and descriptive technique. Every time he described how fast the "Cultivator Li Yao" repaired his magical equipment and how miraculous his techniques were, he would use the phrase "his hands turned into two streaks of gray mist" to describe it.
Although Li Yao had ridiculed this phrase many times when he read the book, when he recalled the way he had spun the pen, he had no choice but to admit that his hands had indeed turned into a streak of gray mist. If he had spun the pen faster, perhaps the gray mist would have burst out with strands of electric arcs!
Thinking about it, when he had previously drawn those scenes, structures, and topographic maps, his speed had also been this fast. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to finish drawing half a notebook in a short one or two hours.
"I've bumped into a ghost!"
Li Yao was restless as he paced back and forth. He only felt that the small dormitory was filled with gusts of chilly wind and dense ghostly aura. He was so scared that he trembled a few times, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
But even after racking his brain, he still could not understand what was going on. He had only heard of ghosts hitting the wall and ghosts pressing down on the bed, but he had never heard of a ghost possessing a body and teaching people how to spin a pen!
His hands, his hands …
An unbearable hot feeling spread from his heart to his whole body, and then from his whole body to his fingertips. He suddenly felt that his ten fingers were very itchy. It was not the usual itch of being bitten by mosquitoes, but a strange itch that was a hundred times more unbearable. He wanted to shout, he wanted to bite, he wanted to rub his ten fingers on the roughest brick, he even wanted to burn his fingertips with fire. But what he wanted to do most was … dismantle things.
Yes, he suddenly knew what he wanted to do.
He wanted to dismantle everything that could be dismantled into the most basic components.
This feeling was like a fatal lightning bolt that could not be resisted.
Before his brain could react, he had already stretched out his sinful hands towards his desk. Almost in the blink of an eye, even he himself did not see the gesture clearly, all the pens and ballpoint pens on the desk had been dismantled into the tiniest parts, sorted and arranged neatly.
He was still not satisfied. Trembling, he pulled open the desk. Inside, there was a broken calculator and a radio used for listening tests in the CET-4 and CET-6 tests.
Although these two electronic products were not too complicated, they were still made up of hundreds of parts. Moreover, they were very tightly meshed, and were held in place by very small screws.
Li Yao did not have a screwdriver, but he only used a ballpoint pen refill. Within three minutes, he had dismantled the calculator and the radio, and every part returned to the state when they were first manufactured.
Li Yao stared at the two piles of parts for a long time, then put the pen refill in his mouth and chewed on it again and again.
Slap! Slap!
He suddenly slapped himself twice to wake himself up. Then, he closed his eyes and mixed the two piles of parts together. He rubbed them again and again like a mahjong player, making sure that all the parts of the calculator and the radio were completely mixed up.
"Impossible, this doesn't make sense. This whole thing can't be explained at all. How did my hands become like this? Moreover, the structure, weight, material, size, and other data of every part are all spinning around in my head. My hands, wait, what are my hands doing?"
Li Yao suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was installing a few button batteries and a number seven battery into the brand new calculator and radio.
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