Awakening on the Mid-Autumn Festival, starting with a hundred times the crit!

Chapter 53

Li Yang looked at Ye Feng in disbelief, took a bite slowly as if to make up for the apple he spit out due to shock, and continued.

"Brother Ye, don't you have a fever? Create a club?"

"Mu Yanming came to see you in person, and Hua Mu Qingxue from the auxiliary department of the women's club also came to see you. You don't want to pick up girls in the first and second clubs of Peking University."

"Why do you want to choose the hell start to create a club?"

The two were at the same table in high school, and now they go to the same school, so they are naturally outspoken, saying what they have to say.

Ye Feng looked at him contemptuously and said.

"As long as you are the son of a rich businessman and the second generation of the rich, you have a little vision."

"Being a boss or a part-time job, which one do you choose?"

Hearing this, Li Yang suddenly realized, and took another big bite of the apple.

Let the delicious juice of the apple explode on the taste buds on the tip of the tongue.

"Okay, I support you! There are still a few talents in our class!!"

"By the way, Brother Ye, Huamu Qingxue from the auxiliary department seems to be interested in you, why don't you take this opportunity to bring her to the club?"

"The festival of her awakening is the fireworks festival."

At this time, after Li Yang's reminder, Ye Feng began to think about this matter seriously.

Not because he was interested in her.

After awakening the fireworks festival, the auxiliary ability is indeed very strong.

It seems a bit interesting to dig out talents from women's clubs...

I just don't know if it's a beauty trick.

Originally, the other party came here with the intention of being a beauty trick, but now, the routine has turned into a quilt.

Ye Feng nodded seriously, looked at Li Yang and said seriously.

"It's not rude to come and go, if she can come to poach me, then go and poach her!"

Hearing this, Li Yang jumped up excitedly from the sofa, and ate the last bite of apple in his hand again.

"Haha, now our new club also has a department flower!"

There will be a competition tomorrow.

Li Yang originally participated in the individual competition alone in disobedience, but now he shoulders the heavy responsibility of the auxiliary class.

It is bound to take a place in the competition and win glory for the class.

So I went to the training room to continue training.

Ye Feng returned to his room, lay comfortably on the soft bed, and turned on his phone.

In the class group, it was very lively at this time.

"Oh, what a pity, Wang Yang actually encountered a tough problem."

"I'm afraid of a bird. It's just bad luck. Didn't he make it to the loser's bracket? With Wang Yang's strength, there must be a chance!"

"Our class finished the competition today, and the results are not bad. Only Wang Yang was unlucky and entered the loser group."

"It's not a bad ball. Ruiying, a bastard who didn't pay attention, was actually slapped. He was seriously injured and is now lying in the infirmary."

"I guess our class can only count on Ye Feng, Liu Wanwan, and Wang Yang."

"Well, Liu Wanwan's grades are also good. She easily defeated her opponent and entered the winner's group."

He was seriously injured in the freshman competition, which meant that he had almost no way to participate in the next battle.

In Class 3 of Combat Major of the Combat Department, only the three of them continue to fight for the class.

Among the top ten, they are divided into the first, second and third, each with different levels of rewards.

Ye Feng felt that if there were no accidents, the number one could be easily obtained.

As for Bai Xing's saying that he found his flaw, Ye Feng didn't care.

flaw?nonexistent.

After looking at it for a while, Ye Feng turned off the phone, opened the curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows to let the sunlight in, sat quietly at the desk, and watched Zhongyuan's brushwork.

In the Zhongyuan brushwork, it is divided into three parts: the shape, the gesture, and the phrase.

The first stage is the glyphs. Only when you memorize most of the glyphs can you enter the second stage. Otherwise, you will inevitably stumble when using it.

Casting will be extremely difficult.

Yesterday, he only watched part of it, and left a lot of it unread.

The shape of characters and phrases are only the most basic part of the Zhongyuan brushwork, and the follow-up is the phrases and Fu Yu, digging deeper into the usage of the Yanluo pen.

Opening the quaint and yellowed pages of the book, a special fragrance comes to the face.

The faint sunlight shone on it, and every word seemed to radiate brilliance.

He continued to memorize the glyphs.

The shape of each character will change under different strokes, resulting in different power and effects.

i Ye Feng chose a set of cursive fonts, which are more free and easy, and also focus on attacking.

The culture of Longguo has a long history, and it is not easy to memorize the cursive script of thousands of characters in a short time.

While watching, Ye Feng understood the changing rules of the characters, and at the same time unconsciously stretched out his fingers to draw in the air.

One point, one stroke, one horizontal and one vertical, all revealing unrestrained and free and easy.

Faintly, there is really a taste of cursive script.

Because Ye Feng was too involved, the system unconsciously began to adjust the volume of the sound, and the very intimate control could be heard by Ye Feng without delaying his memory.

"Ding, it is detected that the host is learning, and the memory has been critically hit by [-] times! The memory speed has been hit by [-] times! The concentration has been hit by [-] times..."

"You get crit points*7!"

At this time, every stroke of cursive script seemed to come alive, floating out of the page and floating in front of Ye Feng's eyes.

From the first drawing, it is automatically written until the last drawing, and then continue to jump out of the next word.

And the speed is extremely fast, almost to the level of one word in five seconds.

At the same time, while the font changes automatically, it is also deeply imprinted in Ye Feng's mind.

As if it became a part of him.

Time passed by slowly, the sun kept changing in the sky, and soon fell into the mountains, and when the last touch of the setting sun dissipated, Ye Feng was still immersed in the characters.

The charm of cursive script also deeply attracted him.

The various characters of calligraphy all show the beauty of their own personality.

The rigorous and gentle official script, the generous stamping of regular script, flow like flowing water.

Cursive script has the spirit of landscape painting or ink painting, and is even more chic, unrestrained and agile.

Appreciating a piece of cursive script, you can feel her galloping momentum like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and her galloping elegance like a galloping horse.

Good calligraphy is like a good painting, in which mountains, rivers, flowing water, and changing winds and clouds can be seen.

The sound of the system is still ringing continuously.

"Ding, it is detected that the host is immersed in learning, and the concentration is [-] times critical again!"

"Ding, the host was detected..."

"You get crit points*4!"

Until seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the cursive characters of thousands of characters had been deeply remembered in his mind.

After withdrawing from the state of studying, he stretched his waist and realized that he had memorized all the glyphs unconsciously.

Looking at the time, it's not too early, and there will be a competition tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)