Mythology card making

Chapter 25 Open your eyes and see the world, the God of Cuju
"Actually, he is the son of Vice-President Sun. That young man went to college in Yehucheng. In his sophomore year, he became the president of the student union of the college. He is very promising."

The father and son walked out of the corridor and chatted for a while.

The weak white light was divided into pieces by the clouds, and the thick green leaves rustled.

The sky above the city is filled with the beauty of the aftermath of the disaster.

"Yehucheng? Which university did he study at?" Luofu asked curiously.

Yehu City, also known as the "Magic City", is one of the largest cities in the Zhuxia region.

"Big shock."

Two simple words completely dispelled Luofu's doubts.

Zhenda, the full name of Aurora University, is one of the top ten universities in the Zhuxia region in terms of comprehensive strength.

It goes without saying that the platform is vast and the resources are abundant.

The student unions of such universities often have attractive benefits, which invisibly attract many outstanding people.

Mr. Sun was able to beat the crowd and be elected as the student union president of the Card Making College in his sophomore year. He was undoubtedly a capable person among talented people.

Combat talent, card-making thinking, communication and coordination, and behavior... are not far behind. He is probably the kind of hexagonal warrior with no shortcomings.

Confucius said, "When three people are walking together, they must have me as their teacher."

Luofu likes to deal with such capable people.

Even though the gap is huge at the moment, it can't be said to be "making friends". At most, it can be regarded as "asking for advice."

But just getting to know such a talented person is a great opportunity that many people only come across and open their eyes to see the world.

To this day, Luofu's understanding of the world is still limited to mountains and seas, and the way to obtain information is still limited to the online world where he does not know whether it is true or false.

How vast is the outside world?
What kind of training model does Kaoshi University have?
How many crises and miracles are hidden in this glorious world?
Everything is unknown.

Now, he is like a man who has been blind for a long time and finally has the opportunity to regain his sight.

The joy of being about to be enlightened is no less than meeting the true king for the first time.

As for why such an outstanding person spends precious time and energy to guide himself, Luofu boldly guessed that this is probably related to the so-called "Spark Project".

As for whether the truth is true, we can only know it once we meet him.

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Nineteen seventeen in the morning.

In Yunmeng's downtown commercial street, hundreds of steel skyscrapers reach into the sky, like a silent army of giants, guarding the city silently.

The slightly secluded southwest area of ​​the commercial street.

The headquarters of the Battle Card Masters Association and the Card Creators Association building are right across from each other.

Luofu glanced at it, and words such as "poor dad and rich mom", "Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian", "Tu Xingsun and Deng Chanyu" rushed into his mind.

"Fortunately, I'm a card maker."

Somehow, Luofu felt relieved.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted "Director Luo".

It turned out that the doorman of the card maker's building recognized this "lucky" officer, took the initiative to greet him, and glanced at Luofu: "Is this your noble son? He is really a talented person, and he looks promising."

Lao Luo neither boasted too much nor was he very polite. He just said with a smile: "My son is more promising than me. Each generation is getting better and better."

Luofu did not disgrace Lao Luo. He scanned the guard's name badge and called "Uncle Zhao."

Lao Zhao responded with a smile and sighed enviously.

In today's era of pseudo-peace, which is calm on the surface but undercurrents are surging in reality, the words "young card maker" always carry a heart-wrenching magic.

——I don’t know since when, the precarious Azure Star people also began to believe in the future.

Old Zhao, who had gray hair on his temples, sat back on the chair with a smile, picked up the enamel cup, and sipped the tea.

Watching this calm young man walk into the card maker's building under the guidance of his father, just like thousands of young people who have stepped through this door in the past 30 years, he is on the right track.

But I don’t know where to stop.

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Floor 12, President's Office.Luofu finally met the genius that Lao Luo said was his genius.

He was not the elegant scum he imagined with gold-rimmed glasses and a long back hair and a striped peaked lapel suit.

He is a young man with an ordinary face and a straight waist.

He didn't wear glasses and was dressed very ordinary, with white short-sleeves, black shorts and light gray sneakers. He blended into the crowd and looked like an ordinary person.

However, he always had a smile that made people feel like spring breeze on his face. His smile was pure, not artificial or hypocritical.

It feels like the big brother next door.

"My son, Sun Buxiao."

Vice President Sun introduced with pride.

"He really doesn't live up to his name."

Luofu thought to himself, but with a smile on his face: "Hello, Teacher Sun, my name is Luofu."

"Hello, Afu..."

The genius seemed to realize something halfway through his words. After a short pause, he changed his words very naturally:
"Hello Ronaldinho, just call me 'Brother Xiao' from now on. We are not much different in age. We are just equals, so there is no need to be so polite."

"I saw the [Soul-inducing Flag] you designed a few days ago. It's a great idea."

"After seeing it, my roommate also said that this is our future junior. We must deal with him well to prevent him from being abducted by the emperor."

Vice President Sun and Lao Luo laughed when they heard this.

Luofu also smiled and said: "Then I'll ask 'senior' to take care of you from now on."

"OK."

After finishing his self-introduction, Sun Buxiao directly asked Luofu about his study progress and short-term goals.

Luofu already had a draft, one column at a time, with clear ideas and clear goals.

Without wasting any time, Sun Buxia took Luofu downstairs and found a large conference room, where a whiteboard had already been prepared.

There are also several young boys and girls with young faces, writing something at their desks.

Obviously, Sun Buxiao takes more than one student.

Luofu was not surprised and took out the card-making reference book and self-study notebook directly from his backpack.

The above lists various problems he encountered when he taught himself how to program small scene card loops.

As a hexagonal warrior, Sun Buxiao's teaching skills are also full.

I have something in my stomach and I can talk about it eloquently.

In just half a morning, while taking care of others, Luofu's doubts were clearly analyzed.

At noon, Luofu and Sun Buxiao ate in the cafeteria together.

The treatment of the Card Creators Association is naturally first-class.

After eating a few large pieces of meat from exotic beasts of the world, I feel relaxed physically and mentally, and the exhaustion caused by two hours of ultra-intense study recedes.

One hour before classes started in the afternoon, Luofu and Zhenjun went shopping in the commercial street.

There were not many pedestrians on the street and it was a bit deserted, but most of the shops on both sides were open.

As the World Cup approaches, many no-name clothing stores are selling the same jerseys of popular players.

Luo Fu spent a thousand and six to buy a set of football equipment for Zhenjun:
Two Pampas Eagles No. [-] jerseys, one black and one blue and white, for replacement.

Quick-drying shorts, football socks, cost-effective sneakers, and protective gear that will most likely not be used.

Buy another sports headband and wrap your hair up neatly and gracefully.

The female store manager and salesperson couldn't move, and they wanted to get [-]% off whatever they wanted.

(End of this chapter)