Just a few days into December, a wave of cold air arrived unexpectedly. The temperature was twenty degrees below zero, and the harsh weather of snow turned Xia City into a city of ice and snow.
The northern wind whistled outside the window, but it was as warm as spring within a certain library of Acumen College. The lighting was dim within the specially opened workshop. A projection structure was spread out layer by layer on top of an enormous ring-shaped workstation. It painted the cheeks of the surrounding young men and women with a layer of color. It appeared grotesque and motley.
The workstation was indeed very large, but there were thirty to fifty people gathered together. They were divided into inner and outer layers.
The inner layer was close to the workstation, so their statuses were naturally a bit higher. They were currently engaged in an intense discussion, forming a buzzing sound. As for the outer layer, some people were standing on their tiptoes to stare. There were also some people who didn't care and simply chatted with each other.
Of course, there was another type of person who was incompatible with the current environment. Luo Nan was one of them. He leaned against the corner of the wall and opened up the flexible e-ink screen. He casually drew on it with his hand. There was practically no sense of existence, and very few people paid attention to what he was doing.
Luo Nan was happy to see this. He only recognized two or three people in this room. Xue Lei, who was the closest to him, was outside the workstation. He relied on his tall and sturdy body to look down at the bustling scene.
This powerful friend of his, who could easily kill a lion and a tiger, was breathing softly and softly. His heartbeat had dropped to below twenty beats per minute. However, the powerful blood energy surged and expanded within his blood vessels, muscles, and fascia. It formed a slight vibration that approached the infrasonic zone. It spread out on a level that ordinary people were unable to perceive.
This heavy and condensed rhythm could be described in terms of timbre. It could be said to be the resonant ringing of bells and drums. It could be said to outshine others in this room full of club members.
This was a difference in the level of life.
And on a level closer to reality, the sounds of words, low laughter, and breathing were disorderly and chaotic. The peaks and valleys of the sound waves collided and converged, creating a complex distortion. If one were to factor in semantics, it would undoubtedly paint a scene without any sense of beauty.
Luo Nan, who was the recorder, couldn't help but shake his head. His hands never stopped, sketching lines and structures that grew more and more complex.
Seeing that the newly created page was already out of shape, an even more directional sound wave entered Luo Nan's ear: "Brother Nan … …"
The word "brother" was said a bit vaguely. It was like a mixture of "heh" and "de". It was the transition from "Nanster" to "Brother Nan".
In a situation where his age and age were higher, it was a bit hard for a young man like Tian Qi to take the initiative to change the way he addressed Luo Nan. But this was Tian Qi 'decision.
Tian Qi. His name was the same as Gong Qi's, but he was just a youth in heat who wished to use the Mysticism Arts to pick up girls. Even if he had all sorts of problems, he was still much cuter than the Deputy Secretary-General.
At this time, he moved close to Luo Nan's ear and whispered a reminder: "Brother Nan, the performance of the group activities will all be recorded into the points … …"
That's right. Luo Nan's current location was the collective activity location of the Mystic Arts Research Society's Arcana Deconstruction Group. The Time had yet of the Of the Club. The Club members of the club. and before. The club club building as and as a and as and the building. the club of the Mystic. and.
The Mystic Arts Research Club's original location had yet to be rented. It would take a certain amount of time to relocate and purchase all sorts of equipment. The club's relocation had yet to begin. But as a member of the Order Club, he and Xue Lei merged into the Mystic Arts Research Club according to the school's principle of not one member missing. They began a brand new club career.
Today was the second time Luo Nan and Xue Lei joined the club. For the first time, the relevant person in charge gave them a few introductions. This time, they did what they needed to do.
Luo Nan wasn't very sociable, but the former president, Lady Du Yong, broke the door and left. The new president, Blood Peony, Tang Yi, patted her butt and followed her teacher to the Wilderness to do research. The club was like a group of dragons without a leader for a short period of time. Everyone had their own plans. Perhaps this was the most important factor.
Luo Nan had heard a certain sissy wail many times: If you want to be a hands-off boss, then why did you steal my position in the first place?
In any case, Luo Nan needed some time to adapt to this new environment. Tian Qi's flattery saved him quite a bit of effort. It was thanks to Tian Qi's recommendation that Luo Nan and Xue Lei weren't completely isolated from the start. At the very least, they had a few nodding acquaintances.
Because of this, and because of Tian Si, Luo Nan treated Tian Qi rather warmly. He didn't mind chatting a bit more with him.
"The group's topic is the restoration of the Eleusis Apparatus. I'm actually quite interested in these things, but I don't know anything about them. I need to gather information."
Luo Nan's willingness to respond made Tian Qi breathe a sigh of relief. He hurriedly sat to the side and did his best to mock himself, "Who knows anything about them? This is an antique from the 19th century BC. It's the legendary ancient Greek era. Its core stage is already a secret among secrets. It's already the 22nd century. Over four thousand years have passed. What's left? Everyone pretends to understand when they don't. "
"It's alright. Some people have interesting ideas."
Luo Nan didn't speak courteous words. He had a whole new level of respect for this place after truly entering the Mystic Arts Research Society. Inside this society, aside from the rich second generation who took drugs and played around, all sorts of activities were carried out in a rather orderly manner. They were quite deep.
For instance, the Apparatus Deconstruction Group, which Luo Nan participated in. They carried out research targeting the secret rituals of the myths and legends of the ancient civilization. They attempted to use the more modern concepts of mystic arts to deconstruct them.
Things like the descent of gods and blessings sounded quite absurd. But if these concepts were put in a different way and said to be the mutual interference of the mental and the material, the interference of mental power, wouldn't it be linked to supernatural powers in an instant?
Not only was the train of thought interesting, but the configurations of the magical array and the like looked quite professional. Luo Nan really couldn't find any problems with it, given his second-hand attainments in the mystic arts.
Tian Qi wanted to express his concern, "Brother Nan, after winter break ends, you'll be assigned to a specialized laboratory. The credit grading is very important … …"
Luo Nan smiled, "I've already participated in the initial construction of the Star of David's structure in today's homework. Two of my suggestions have been adopted. I've finished half a credit for this semester."
Even though he found a friend of the Society to cheat … …
"Oh, that's right." Tian Qi was suddenly enlightened. He never thought that Luo Nan would cheat. From his perspective, the former president, Du Yong, had anxiously hoped that Luo Nan would dispel his doubts back at Aurora Cloud City, given his attainments in the mystic arts. One could well imagine Luo Nan's level in this field.
He was just about to say a few words of flattery when he heard Luo Nan say, "You should go to Gear after winter break. Other people don't have a say in whether or not there's a specialized laboratory there."
"Uh … …" Tian Qi instinctively shrunk his neck back.
It must be said that Tian Qi's first impression of Luo Nan was quite average. But as his familiarity with Luo Nan deepened, especially when he went to Aurora Cloud City that day, his psychological position was completely subverted. He had been a bystander the entire time that day, but he had seen Luo Nan's powerful circle of friends and Luo Nan's core position in his circle of friends.
There was no need to talk about the matter with Du Yong. The top silkpants Xie Junping and Hu Huaying were simply lackeys in front of Luo Nan. There was also his older cousin Tian Si, who he had always viewed as his greatest support in the school. She had torn apart all pretenses with the Vice President of the Student Council, Chen Weican, just because of a few words from Luo Nan.
If such a person with 'energy' really wanted to go head to head against the Mystic Arts Research Society, no matter the outcome, it would be a fight between immortals. He, a mortal, might not even have the qualifications to stand on the side and cheer for Luo Nan.
Tian Qi was a bit stunned for a time when he thought about the conflict that might occur in the future. Luo Nan didn't care about him. Most of Luo Nan's energy had been focused on collecting and analyzing the sound plane when he was chatting with Luo Nan. He had been scribbling and drawing on the flexible e-ink screen all this time, recording his insights.
Tian Qi was silent for a long time. He was a bit embarrassed. He subconsciously extended his head to sweep a few glances upwards. He saw the drawing interface, and his gaze became a bit unfocused.
Could it be that his IQ was low? How come he was completely unable to see the order within? Those chaotic lines and the randomly drawn symbols were simply an enormous mockery of human reason.
Luo Nan knew that Tian Qi was dizzy, but he had no intention of explaining. Whether it was chatting or silence, Luo Nan never forgot where his mental energy should be directed from beginning to end.
Ever since Luo Nan set the basic principle of observing and waiting for Gong Qi in the Cloud World, Luo Nan gradually calmed his mind. He did more practical things while maintaining his observation.
In the beginning, he was quite worried that Gong Qi would suddenly make a breakthrough in a moment of carelessness. Gong Qi would see through the truth of the Cloud World, and Luo Nan would be powerless to do anything but watch helplessly.
But as time passed, his restless thoughts gradually settled. His gaze that looked towards the Cloud World grew calmer and calmer. And the target of Luo Nan's observation became more and more annoyed and impatient from day to day busyness and pretentiousness. Especially when Luo Nan was alone. There were already situations where Luo Nan was venting his anger, and it was happening more and more frequently.
It was like Luo Nan was watching a trapped beast that had fallen into a trap. Even though Luo Nan didn't have any injuries, Luo Nan could only run in circles in this narrow space. Luo Nan struggled in front of insurmountable obstacles until the toxins of his negative emotions seeped in layer by layer, corroding his reason and willpower.
Of course, Gong Qi's negative emotions were also repetitive. In any case, Gong Qi was one of the top characters in the world. He knew how to regulate his emotions, restore his reason, and maintain his state.
This sort of repetitiveness would sometimes cause Luo Nan to feel a sense of defeat, as if all his previous efforts had been wasted.
But it was this sort of repetitiveness that forced Luo Nan to get used to it. It forced him to hone his patience. It made him gradually understand that the twists and turns of events were the norm. He even learned a few methods of regulation from Gong Qi. He also understood how to grasp his own rhythm. He used a solid and orderly attitude to grind away the burrs in his mind bit by bit. He grinded away the noise of emotions that could affect his judgment.
A dozen days passed in the blink of an eye. Luo Nan began to feel that his state was becoming better and better. He was able to do things and cultivate steadily, and he was able to maintain sensitivity and vigilance towards his observation target at all times.
He was firm and keen, like a treasured sword that had been tempered to the point of sharpness and toughness. Yet he hid it within the sheath. He didn't forget to maintain it meticulously, waiting for the moment of blood sacrifice.
"Hiss."
The breath that Luo Nan exhaled from his mouth and nose seemed to carry the howl of a golden blade cleaving through the wind. It was a different image from all the living beings around him.
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