Chapter 112: Free prostitution is the way to go
The third week of October seems a bit dull.
There is no performance in the music class, but normal teaching; there is no sketching in the art class, but appreciation of masterpieces; the main subjects are advancing the teaching progress normally, and Li Yan is also studying hard, but after all, the teaching speed is still within the normal range. Nothing groundbreaking.
The political score is low, and it went up by two points for listening carefully to the lecture; the history score went up by one point because Li Yan wanted to write a novel, so he put a lot of extra energy into thinking about the ancient settings.
Biogeography has successfully reached 40% progress. It can be said that the effect of improving intelligence is still very prominent.
At least he barely devoted much of his spare time to studying the main course, and achieved faster progress in less time.
I scored very high in the three subjects of Chinese, Mathematics, and English. It was easy to deal with current knowledge, but the further efficiency was very low.
In addition, Li Yan has recently devoted most of his energy to the idea of setting up web articles, and the delay in improving his language points makes him somewhat anxious.
Constructing a story is indeed a very comprehensive skill. Before formal writing, there was not much Chinese-related training.
Li Yan was a little irritable and a little impatient.
After getting started with programming, it takes time to make further progress; when it comes to physical exercise, it takes a while for a breakthrough to be formally developed. He doesn't dare to exercise too hard, which also takes time...
Friday's physical education class because The rain was canceled, and Li Yan, who was sitting in class writing novel settings, finally couldn't hold it in any longer and stared at the rain curtain outside the window in a daze.
The slightest drizzle brings the coolness of autumn, and I unconsciously start to wrap myself up in a long-sleeved coat.
Time is like running water.
The time anxiety in his heart finally broke out, and the root cause was "it is difficult to break through with high-scoring skills".
Although he has become an octagonal warrior through multi-skill learning in a short period of time, and he has also experienced the pleasure of improving each other in both basketball and feather skills, no matter what, his strongest skill is still Chinese with only 56% progress.
After practicing badminton on Wednesday, Li Yan was not very excited when he saw his badminton skills improved to 47.
His new insights are becoming less and less. Maybe they will increase again as his body develops. But when he reaches more than 50 points, how should he practice in the future?
The most important thing is, what are you practicing for? Will you be a badminton world champion or a goat in the future?
As soon as he had this idea, Li Yan panicked and would not be reborn. So he worked hard all his life to be a plus version of Li Yan 2.0, a "jack of all trades but no expert"?
Of course, he is more than this. What he wants is to be top one in various fields at the same time. The problem is that there seems to be not enough time...
Everyone will say "Don't be in a hurry", but who can help me put the lost It’s time to get back..."
Since I came to New Taipei, I don’t seem to be oriented towards a certain goal, but pushed away by the system values. Over there, Lin Heng has been urging me to write songs, and Li Yan was holding back and didn't dare to learn.
He wanted to improve his singing, push the music to a high enough score, and then activate the "music theory" and "instrument" skills to radiate in one breath.
But I really want to write songs...
Li Yan actually felt a sense of lack of mental strength.
Energy.
Energy is his blue bar. This blue bar does not refill every day. As long as there is still a blue bar, it can continue to be output, giving him a feeling of no pressure at all.
But it seems... I have been overdrawn recently.
It's a pity that I have been putting off upgrading my energy, but now, except for concentration, there seems to be nothing that can be radiated by energy.
Soon, his sharp thinking came to one of the unsolvable problems in life:
Even if there is a system, what is the point of working so hard?
EMO, when I returned to the dormitory on Friday afternoon, Li Yan was the first to crawl back into bed.
He once again rejected the invitation of his roommates to play basketball - these few have been playing very happily recently. Everyone also felt the aura of depression exuding from Li Yan. They looked at each other a few times, An Jing left.
What, give the lion a hole to lick its wounds?
There were several Doraemon comic books placed by the bedside. Li Yan lay down and picked one he had not read before, and started to read it.
The story is full of imagination and innocence, and is a good haven for the soul. Li Yan couldn't help but smile while watching it.
Turn over a new page, and suddenly a pink card folded into the size of a meal card fell down.
To watch or not to watch, that is the question.
A beautiful girl gave herself a box of books. When she read a certain book, a pink card fell out...
Hiss, pink memories, leaving little secrets?
But this paper looks a bit old.
"I only read one line. What if it's really a love letter?" Li Yan rubbed the jammed paper away and accidentally opened it, only to see the first line:
"Written to Myself in the third grade of junior high school:”
Um? What time capsule?
There are not many sentences in the small card, so I read it in one go:
“I have been studying at the new school for another three years. Have you persisted in what you like to do?
I hope that after reading this paragraph, I can experience more things.
Don’t say that when you graduate from junior high school, you will be the same as me now.
It's a rare life, don't live it in vain.
——Wei Yunzhi, August 15, 2007"
It was the summer vacation after she graduated from elementary school, and her handwriting was young and beautiful.
Li Yan was silent. Fold the card and put it back into the book.
A girl wrote a card to herself three years later during his rebirth, but he saw it in advance.
What a strange time flow.
My sin, if I accidentally saw something about a girl that I shouldn’t have seen, I would be really ashamed. I won’t reveal other people’s little secrets without permission in the future.
Have you ever stuck to what you like to do? Experience more things, live once in a while, don’t live in vain.
Li has lived twice and is still depressed. This is really wrong.
Don’t you just regret that your talent was not realized and your life was not exciting enough so you got the chance to be reborn?
Now that my heart is so shaken, it's starting to break down.
It’s just that I’m exhausted and tired; I’m exhausted by positive feedback and I’m lazy.
My willpower seems to be a bit weak.
Eh? Willpower? Just as physical strength is not just "endurance" but also "strength", energy should not just be a blue bar. There is also "mental strength". Isn't that just willpower?
Ding!
[Willpower +1, level 4 skill, 31]
After realizing this, is it just higher than the average? Compared with my other levels, this data is really hard to come by.
The radiated part of my mind is only this small. Could it be that I used to have a glassy heart?
It seems to be the case. I heard that people can only be reborn after being reborn. Is it possible that I was not reborn after sleeping in my previous life, or was it because of such a small blow that my heart was broken?
Holy crap, co-author’s strong confidence in not being afraid of losing after rebirth comes from the support of the system, right?
A glass heart full of confidence, a vase with thorns...
Li Yan laughed at herself crazily, but her eyes became clear again.
No wonder people with the blessing of the system are still gradually moving towards nihilism. Then they cannot be pushed away by "positive feedback". The system is not what determines his life, he is the master of the system!
He just wants to use the system to pursue everything he wants, he just wants to do everything to the extreme, he just wants to experience what it feels like to be the strongest human being, and even surpass humans!
It doesn’t matter whether it can be done or not, we’ll see if we can do it.
Even if my voice is hoarse, I can't further improve my singing. Why should I hold it back? I just need to learn to write songs and show off my anger at art performances.
So Li Yan decisively opened the music theory book, took another small guitar that Lin Heng promised him to use at any time, and started practicing.
Activating these two skills requires very little improvement, and the fourth-level skills "Musical Instrument" and "Music Theory" are available as scheduled.
Before I knew what the basic value was, I was radiated by the 17-point third-level skill "Music" that was topped up by the "Singing" skill alone, and worked hand in hand to reach 34 points - whether it is high or not, but there is nothing. It's beyond the average...
Especially music theory. If this thing can be included in the statistics, it is already a good level. Whoever learns this stuff will just scratch the surface.
Sure enough, free prostitution is the way to go.
The same goes for musical instruments. Unlike Chinese, which is a skill where speaking Chinese is not considered a zero score, musical instruments are something that as long as you get started and have some level of proficiency, it is impossible to exceed the average just by knowing how "53231323" Just bomb.
Do you still care about the dark history of cramping in your left hand while pressing chords? What did Li Yan have to do with me before he was reborn?
When Lin Heng walked into the dormitory, stroking his hair, Li Yan was sitting on a chair, looking at the music score, playing and singing "Big City, Little Love":
"The words spoken in his mouth were completely lacking. Deception..."
Lin Heng covered his head and shouted:
“You didn’t lie to me, you scumbag!”
I was so excited when it was released at twelve o’clock! (I hope someone will read it)
(End of this chapter)