The talisman I drew must be banned

Chapter 157 Sorry, I misunderstood you.

Jiang Cheng usually doesn't stay in the dormitory when there are no classes at school.

He could either go home and use the portable spirit gathering array to practice, or go to the spiritual plant garden to take a look at the scrawled small fruit trees he had planted.

Under the increasingly perfect self-discipline mechanism of the plant self-discipline, the scrawled small fruit trees are growing very well.

Basically the same thing every day.

The older it gets, the more scrawled it becomes, and the more it looks like a dog's tail. Jiang Cheng doesn't know why.

It stands to reason that the self-discipline charm will only be self-disciplined, not plastic surgery.

However, appearance did not prevent it from bearing fruit, so Jiang Cheng ignored it.

Jiangcheng has always valued the inner qualities and did not judge a tree by its appearance.

Although most of the students in Class 1 of Fu Lu Drawing are gangsters who got in through connections, such as Zhu Hongcai. But there are also Talisman Masters like Song Junsheng who are truly capable and want to learn Talisman well.

In the dormitory, Song Junsheng held a copy of the latest "Fu Lu Weekly" and carefully studied the muscle relaxation talisman drawing blueprint provided in the weekly.

"Hiss! How can it still be like this?"

"Oh! It's really interesting."

"Wow! This is a little too disgusting."

Song Junsheng sighed with emotion from time to time.

The more he studied and understood this muscle relaxant, the more subtleties he could discover.

This talisman reveals a kind of mystery in which great wisdom seems like foolishness, great skill seems like clumsiness, a heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship.

Judging from Song Junsheng's drawing skills, the drawing level of the muscle relaxer cannot even be called average, but should be considered a bit poor. But the strange thing about this talisman is that its design idea is extremely subtle, using the function of healing direction to achieve a control-like effect.

This advanced concept is enough to cover up the shortcomings of the drawing of the talisman itself. No wonder it was selected into the "Fulu Weekly".

Song Junsheng couldn't help but wonder if Jiang Cheng had deliberately drawn the talisman to be rough, because the muscle cramping effect was so good that it was easy for people to hit it directly.

Let Song Junsheng say that the only drawback of the muscle relaxer is that it is too disgusting.

If he hadn't known Jiang Cheng, Song Junsheng would have thought that this talisman was drawn by a psychopath.

Compared to Song Junsheng, Ding Guangming obviously did not have the consciousness to take the initiative to learn. He wandered over to Song Junsheng's position without anything to do, and felt very strange when he saw Song Junsheng studying Jiangcheng's talisman.

"Brother Junsheng, wasn't this talisman drawn by Brother Cheng? If you don't understand anything, just ask him directly? What else are you reading?"

Song Junsheng looked embarrassed.

After all, he is a descendant of the Fulu family and the eldest grandson of his grandfather, so he still deserves some respect.

Ask someone, yes. But Jiang Cheng is similar to him in age. He just asked about the Puppet Talisman yesterday, and he couldn't bear to ask about the Relaxation Talisman again today.

After repeated questioning, it seems that their talisman technology is not as good as Jiang Cheng's.

"I just took a look." Song Junsheng closed the magazine.

Ding Guangming felt strange: Brother Junsheng had been staring at Brother Cheng's talisman all morning, and he was just looking at it casually? You really deserve to be from the Fulu family, you are so awesome!

At almost noon, Jiang Cheng finished his training at Yuhu Ming'an ahead of schedule and rushed back to his dormitory.

He had just fed Snake, but he was actually not full. He still had half of his stomach left to prepare for another meal with his roommates.

Dormitory unity is a science.

"Want to eat together?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Walk."

Ding Guangming and Song Junsheng were fine. Zhu Hongcai, who was lying in bed, also got up.

This time, dormitory 316 finally gathered four people, and they walked side by side to the cafeteria.

Although conflicts may arise in the future and new friends may be made, at least when they first enter school, freshmen always like to hang out in a dormitory.

On both sides of the road from the dormitory to the cafeteria, many smart Lianlian student clubs have begun to set up stalls to recruit new students.

Because they want to show off their appearance, the seniors sent by the new club are basically handsome men and beautiful women.

Ding Guangming and Zhu Hongcai were so dazzled by it that their eyes were exhausted and they wished they could turn into Erlang Shen on the spot.

A senior from the watercolor painting club smiled sweetly and said to the four people in Jiangcheng, "Do you want to come and see our watercolor painting club?"

Zhu Hongcai couldn't walk now.

Before his mind could move, his legs and feet had already helped him walk to the watercolor painting club's booth.

As a brother in the same dormitory, Zhu Hongcai refused to leave. Naturally, Jiang Cheng and the others could not leave him directly. Moreover, Ding Guangming also wanted to watch the fun, so they gathered around the painting club.

Zhu Hongcai touched his nose and said, "Senior, can someone like me who can't draw still join the club?"

The senior sister from the painting club nodded and said: "Of course, our club is originally an interest club, just be interested. There are no requirements for level."

Just interested? Level doesn't matter?
  Wasn't she just inviting me naked?
  Zhu Hongcai said to himself, if I can't seize this kind of opportunity that comes to my door, how can I find a wife in the future?
  Although he couldn't draw and was not interested in painting, Zhu Hongcai took advantage of the beauty of the painting club senior and took a big step forward!
  "Okay, I'll join the painting club!"

"Then, junior, just fill out this form and pay the membership fee of fifty yuan for low-grade spiritual stones."

Zhu Hongcai took out a medium-grade spiritual stone grandly and said regretfully: "Oh, I really don't have a low-grade spiritual stone with me. Can I just hand over a medium-grade spiritual stone?"

The senior girl from the painting club smiled sweetly and said, "Okay."

Seeing the senior sister's smile, Zhu Hongcai was instantly moved.

She is gentle and charming, and can also draw. This senior girl is obviously qualified to be his girlfriend!

Ding Guangming scratched his head and said, "Brother Hongcai, does the extra fifty yuan of low-grade spiritual stones you handed over count as my success? I also want to join the watercolor painting club."

The senior sister from the painting club looked at Zhu Hongcai.

Zhu Hongcai immediately straightened his back and said, "Don't bother me, I'll treat you."

As he spoke, he took out another medium-grade spiritual stone.

Ding Guangming immediately praised him: "Wow, brother Hongcai is awesome."

Zhu Hongcai hummed and said with a smile: "It's just a small amount of money."

Zhu Hong just finished speaking and glanced at Jiang Cheng from the corner of his eye.

He, Zhu Hongcai, has always been a man who must avenge himself and repay his pretense, and cannot tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes.

Jiang Cheng must keep it in mind and pay it back one by one!

Zhu and Ding joined the watercolor painting club, and the senior sister focused on the faces of Jiang Cheng and Song Junsheng.

"Do you want to join?" the senior asked.

Song Junsheng looked at Jiang Cheng, who shook his head and said, "Sorry, senior, I don't have time." Song Junsheng said, "Then I'll forget it."

The senior sister from the painting club suddenly became a little anxious when she saw that Jiang Cheng didn't join.

"It's okay junior, our painting club doesn't have any tasks, we're not busy at all."

Jiang Cheng still shook his head, "Sorry, I really don't have time."

"Junior, if you want to join the painting club, we don't need to charge you dues."

No membership fee?

Zhu Hongcai's eyes widened. He felt that the senior sister he had just gotten to know very well had now become extremely unfamiliar.

"Why doesn't Jiang Cheng need to pay membership fees?" Zhu Hongcai didn't understand.

"Because his paintings are collected in the school exhibition hall! Don't you know?" said the senior sister.

painting?
  collect?

Zhu Hongcai looked at Jiang Cheng in disbelief.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and said, "I thought the teacher just said it casually, but I didn't expect..."

Ding Guangming promptly added the background of the incident to Zhu Hongcai: "Brother Hongcai, you didn't know because you didn't watch the freshman assessment. Brother Cheng drew a picture in the aesthetic assessment and got full marks. The scoring teacher said that his painting was very good. , I want to take his paintings to the exhibition hall for collection."

Zhu Hongcai looked at the senior sister from the painting club and murmured: "Then you were asking him to join the club just now, weren't you calling me?"

The senior girl from the painting club said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I made you misunderstand."

When Zhu Hong heard this, his body, which was not tall in the first place, now became even smaller.

Jiang Cheng really didn't want to join the club, so he had to finally say: "Senior, I really don't have time, I'm really sorry."

The senior sister from the painting club took out a pen and paper, handed it to Jiang Cheng and said, "Then you can sign it for me. Is this the head office?"

"No problem." Jiang Cheng agreed readily.

After all, he was always willing to help others.

Looking at the sweet senior standing next to Jiang Cheng, waiting for his autograph, Zhu Hongcai was heartbroken.

Although he had no emotional entanglement with his senior sister from the beginning to the end, and that senior sister was not his girlfriend at all, he was inexplicably feeling like he was being tricked by Jiang Cheng.

It hurts, it hurts too much!
  After the club recruitment interlude, the four people in Jiangcheng finally had their first dinner together in their dormitory.

Although it is just a cafeteria, there is a different sense of ritual.

Except that Zhu Hongcai is always depressed, everything else is perfect.

After lunch, Jiang Cheng was going to see the scrawled fruit trees he had planted. The other three people in the dormitory did not go with Jiang Cheng because the Lingzhi Garden was far away and they had seen it before.

On the way back to the dormitory, Zhu Hongcai didn't want to take that sad road again, so he suggested taking a detour to eat.

Ding Guangming had no objection, while Song Junsheng nodded and said, "There seem to be many societies over there, why don't we go take a look."

Zhu Hongcai said angrily: "Brother, if you join the club, you will be a dog!"

The three of them came to another club recruitment area.

There are also people coming and going here, and there are many good clubs recruiting new people.

Ding Guangming seemed to see something, his eyes lit up, he pointed in the distance and said: "Brother Hongcai, look over there. That senior sister is so beautiful."

Zhu Hongcai had just been robbed of his love by Jiang Cheng, and he no longer believed in love.

But his eyes wouldn't listen to him.

He consciously followed Ding Guangming's fingers and looked over.

Under the sign of "Hua Fu Club", there is a senior girl standing, who is more beautiful than the senior girl from the watercolor painting club.

But not much.

Zhu Hongcai snorted coldly: "That's it."

Ding Guangming said: "It's not her brother Hongcai. You saw it wrong. The one over there is handing out leaflets!"

Zhu Hongcai looked over again.

This time he couldn't help but say "fuck".

The senior sister who was helping the Talisman Painting Society distribute flyers was basically the most beautiful female nun Zhu Hongcai had seen at Lianda University.

Not only does she have exquisite facial features, bright eyes and white teeth, she is also tall and tall, with slender legs, and even her skin is so white that it glows in the sun.

Zhu Hongcai instantly felt that his love was back.

Please don’t contact me again from the Watercolor Painting Society. I’m afraid that the Painting Society will misunderstand you.

"Ding Guangming, I want to join the Talisman Painting Club!" Zhu Hongcai's eyes were filled with fighting spirit!

Song Junsheng also nodded and said: "I happen to be a little interested, so I went to ask."

The three of them came to Cheng Bingxin, who was handing out leaflets, and asked for three leaflets.

The flyer is a brief promotion of the "Hua Fu Society", especially the powerful strength of the Hua Fu Society.

There are three second-level talisman masters who have joined the Talisman Painting Club alone!
  Two juniors and one sophomore - Yue Ling'er.

Song Junsheng asked deliberately: "Sister, are they all second-level Talisman Masters?"

Cheng Bingxin nodded and said, "Yes."

Song Junsheng then expressed what he was most concerned about: "If I join the Talisman Painting Club and I don't understand something about the Talisman, can I directly ask the seniors of the club?"

Cheng Bingxin continued to nod and said: "Of course you can. But there are thresholds for our Talisman Painting Club."

Zhu Hongcai was shocked: "Threshold? What threshold?"

"First-level Talisman Master Certificate, or certificate of achievement in the Talisman Competition."

"What should I do if I don't have any? Can I pay more dues?"

"That's not good."

Song Junsheng took out his first-level Talisman Master's Certificate: "Senior, I want to join the Talisman Painting Club."

Ding Guangming took out the first prize of the Jingzhou Talisman Competition and said, "Me too."

Zhu Hongcai: "You all have them? What should I do?"

(End of this chapter)