Chapter 3171 Li Yao's Unicorn Arm

Seeing these scribbles with ballpoint pens and signature pens, Li Yao's heart was beating wildly. He had to cover his heart tightly with his hands to suppress the familiar yet strange feeling in his heart.

Turning back, there are still some sketches of "magic weapons", most of which are chainsaw swords, oscillating swords and bolt guns. It is quite different from the common design style, and it also has a very fine internal structure, as if it is an intricate and detailed circuit board.

This is even more strange.

Li Yao studied economics, and he was very sure that he had never taken courses such as industrial design and circuit design. If the "novel scenes" in front of him were still graffiti, what happened to these structural diagrams that are 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 a potential that I haven't discovered myself? I'm a self-taught genius. I should have taken an industrial design exam back then?"

He continued to flip down, and there were more behind.

This time, it was a few sketches that criss-crossed like a three-dimensional maze. Li Yao turned his notebook over and over again to look 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, teaching building, or even the entire university. architectural and topographical maps.

Although it is difficult for Li Yao to judge the accuracy of these architectural structural drawings and topographical maps, the skill of the drawers can be seen just from the mysterious and complicated lines and the tight scale. Li Yao does not think that he has never learned architectural design. I still have such craftsmanship, and it is very strange that no matter the teaching building or the dormitory building, the ventilation pipes and sewer pipes are the focus of his drawing and labeling, even the ventilation pipes and sewer pipes that meander all the way to the women's toilet The pipes were drawn meticulously by him.

"Yes, is there any mistake? Could it be that these are all made by me? Who am I, a hidden industrial and architectural design genius, or a deeply hidden perverted voyeur?"

Li Yao looked at the structural diagram of the building and was stunned for a while, unable to figure it out.

Thinking day by day, dreaming at night, having stayed on campus for several years, it is not surprising that I am familiar with the general structure of teaching buildings and dormitory buildings, but these drawings do not even have a single hidden ventilation pipe and sewer pipe between floors. Leak, it's too weird!

However, this also explained Li Yao's other doubts.

From getting out of bed to pee to suddenly waking up, it took only three to five hours, of which the one that could be used for painting without being discovered by others took at most one or two hours.

Within an hour or two, he had to draw so many detailed, lifelike, seamless scenes and structural diagrams, no wonder his ten fingers felt like twisted pain.

Li Yao rubbed his ten fingers, and found a few dents left by holding the pen too hard, as well as traces of pen and ink left between his fingers, which convinced him even more. He vaguely recalled these scenes, magic weapons and structural diagrams Indeed he drew it.

It was about the darkest time before dawn. When he read the novel, he saw that his blood was boiling and he couldn't help himself. He suddenly felt that he had nowhere to vent. Countless flaming runes would appear on the back of his hand and on the back of his hand. Somehow, he splashed ink and started to write quickly, leaving these things behind.

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 the type to play such pranks, besides, the guys in the dormitory were so indifferent, without the slightest bit of art and design, who could draw such a complicated thing?

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

Of course, what he wants to draw most is Ding Lingdang. He wants to draw 10,000 kinds of Ding Lingdang, so as to see clearly who this mysterious girl is.

It's a pity that the burning feeling in the palm of his hand has disappeared. He bit the pen for a long time and barely drew a few sketches. They were all crooked graffiti, and he couldn't find the spirituality of last night.

"What's this called, an overnight genius?"

Li Yao tilted the chair up and shook it, but couldn't find any clue.

At this time, he found that there was a problem with his right hand.

He had just picked up a pen to draw, and now he clamped the pen between two fingers and twirled it subconsciously Of course, most people put the pen on their fingertips and turn it around a few times at most. If they can play one or two fancy tricks, they are considered a master, and they can get the exclamation of their companions. The same is true for Li Yao. Asleep, how can I find time to practice pen turning? It is the limit to be able to turn two or three times without falling off.

But now, his right hand seems to be infused with mysterious spirituality, has its own life, or is surrounded by a strange magnetic field, manipulating the ballpoint pen to jump lightly at the fingertips, dancing frantically, making one after another He has never seen a fancy pattern before, and the rotation between square inches unexpectedly produced a thrilling feeling and the sound of breaking the wind. No matter how he moved and moved, it was always firmly stuck to his fingers.

"How can it be?"

Li Yao was dumbfounded.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his ten fingers became more and more sensitive and slender, and he was able to make some incredible movements against the joints. He even saw that the ballpoint pen had slipped from his fingertips, but it was caught by an invisible force. Traction, jumped to the palm again, like a drill bit being rotated rapidly.

Moreover, the less he concentrates, the less he thinks about his fingers, the faster he turns the pen, and the more gorgeous and gorgeous the patterns are. Once he pays too much attention to this matter, he will consciously manipulate his fingers and ballpoint pen Instead, he became clumsy. The more he tried to control it, the more he couldn't control it. At last, with a "click", the ballpoint pen finally fell to the ground.

And the five fingertips of his right hand were also rubbed red, as painful as needle pricks.

Li Yao stared at the pen that fell on the ground, like staring at a poisonous snake in hibernation.

Why, his hand has suddenly become so sensitive. There are a few students in Li Yao's class who like to turn pens very much. Compared with the fancy style, the hands of those masters of pen turning are no different from chicken feet, they are still the kind that are cooked.

For no reason, Li Yao thought of a word, or a way of describing it.

The author of "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation" "Cultivator Li Yao" has a very poor vocabulary and descriptive techniques. Every time he describes how fast "Cultivator Li Yao" repairs the magic weapon and how magical his techniques are, he will use "hands turned into two" Road gray fog" to describe.

Although Li Yao complained many times when he was reading, but recalling the movement of turning his pen just now, he had to admit that his hand had indeed turned into a cloud of gray mist. There are strands of electric arcs!

Come to think of it, when he drew those scene diagrams, structure diagrams and topographic maps earlier, his speed was also so fast, otherwise, it would be impossible to finish half a notebook in just one or two hours.

"I hit a ghost!"

Li Yao was fidgeting, pacing back and forth, only to feel that the small dormitory was windy and ghostly, which made him shiver a few times and get goose bumps all over his body.

But after thinking about it, I can't figure out what is going on. I have only heard of ghosts hitting walls and ghosts pressing beds, but I have never heard of ghosts upper body teaching people to play with pens!

His hands, his hands...

An unbearable hot feeling spread from the heart to the whole body, and then gathered from the whole body to the fingertips. He suddenly felt that his fingers were itchy. It was not the itch of being bitten by mosquitoes in the general sense, but an itch that was a hundred times more difficult than that. He thought Shouting, he wanted to bite, he wanted to put all ten fingers on the roughest masonry and rub them 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 disassemble everything that can be disassembled into the most basic components.

This feeling is like a deadly lightning, which cannot be resisted.

Before his brain could react, he had panted and stretched out his sinful hands towards his desk. In the blink of an eye, all the signature pens and ballpoint pens on the desk were reduced to the smallest pieces without even seeing the gesture clearly. The parts are sorted and neatly arranged.

He couldn't get enough of it, so he opened the desk tremblingly, and there was a broken calculator and a radio used in the listening test for the fourth and sixth English exams.

Although these two electronic products are not too complicated, they are composed of hundreds of parts, and they are very tightly snapped together, and they are held together by very small screws.

Li Yao didn't have a screwdriver, but he only used a ballpoint pen refill, and within three minutes, he disassembled the calculator and the radio, and every part returned to the state it was just manufactured.

Li Yao stared at the two piles of parts for a long time, then put the ballpoint refill in his mouth and bit it again and again.

"Crack!"

He suddenly slapped himself twice to wake himself up, and then, closing his eyes, he mixed the two piles of parts together, rubbing and rubbing them in a mahjong way, making sure that all the parts of the calculator and the radio were completely mixed up.

"Impossible, unreasonable, there is no way to explain the whole thing, how did my hand become like this, and the structure, weight, material, size and other data of each part are spinning around in my mind, My hand, wait, what are my hands doing!"

Li Yao opened his eyes suddenly, just in time to see that he was installing a few 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 hadn't completed a circle, and a large pile of parts that had been scattered in a pile just now, which even the manufacturer might not be able to separate, had been neatly cleaned up. restored.