Seeing the graffiti of these ballpoint pens and signature pens, Li Yao's heart was beating "bang" and he had to cover his heart tightly with his hands to barely suppress the familiar and strange feeling in his heart.

Looking back, there are some sketches of "magic weapons", mostly chain saw swords, shock swords and arrow blasters. Not only does the appearance look very well, both unified and harmonious, you can see the traces of mature industrial design, but it is also very different from the common design styles. It also has a very fine internal structure, which seems to be a complicated and vivid circuit board.

This is even more strange.

Li Yao studied economics, and he was very sure that he had not taken courses such as industrial design and circuit design. If the previous "novel scenes" were still graffiti, what happened to these beautiful and rigorous structural diagrams at first glance?

Li Yao tilted his head and thought for a long time.

"Do I have potential that I haven't discovered even myself. I am a genius who learns without a teacher. Should I take the industrial design exam or something back then?"

He continued to flip, and there was still behind him.

This time, there were several sketches crisscrossing like three-dimensional mazes. Li Yao looked over and over for a long time before he suddenly realized that it was not the characters, scenes or magic weapons in the novel, but the architectural structure and topographic maps of their dormitory buildings, teaching buildings, and even the entire university.

Although it is difficult for Li Yao to judge the accuracy of these architectural structures and topographic maps, the skill of the drawing was seen by the mysterious and complex lines and the rigorous scales. Li Yao did not think that he had never learned architectural design and had such skills. Moreover, what is very strange is that whether it is the teaching building or dormitory building, ventilation ducts and sewer pipes are the key points he described and marked. Even the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes that meandered all the way to the women's toilet were meticulously drawn.

"Yes, are you mistaken? Are these all done by yourself? Who am I, a hidden industrial and architectural design genius, or a hidden perverted voyeurism?"

Li Yao looked at the architectural structure diagram and was stunned for a while but couldn't figure it out.

I have thought about it every day and dream about it at night. I have been on campus for several years. It is not surprising to be familiar with the general structure of the teaching building and dormitory building, but these drawings do not even leak the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes hidden between the floors. It is so weird!

However, this also explains another doubt of Li Yao.

From getting out of bed to peeing to suddenly waking up, it takes only three or five hours, and the maximum number of which can be used to draw is not discovered.

Within an hour or two, he had to draw so many vivid and vivid scenes and structural drawings that were full of scenes and structures. No wonder his ten fingers were so painful that they were twisted.

Li Yao stroked his ten fingers and found several dents left by holding the pen too hard, as well as traces of ink left in the gaps between his fingers. This made him even more convinced of his judgment. Looking back on the shadows, these scenes, magic weapons and structural diagrams were indeed drawn by him.

It was about the darkest time before dawn came. When he saw the novel, he was so excited that he couldn't even vent himself. He suddenly felt that he had nowhere to vent his vent. He only felt that his fingertips were about to turn into ten Taiyi Thunder Cannons, and countless burning runes were about to appear in the palms and backs of his hands. He somehow he splashed ink and wrote quickly, leaving these things behind.

This is nonsense.

It wasn't him who drew it himself, was it still someone sneaked to him in the middle of the night and used his pen and notebook to make a prank?

Li Yao knows Zhao Kai and Yu Xin very well. They are not people who can play such pranks. Besides, the brothers in the dormitory are half a dozen, without any art or design. Who can draw such a complicated thing?

Li Yao turned to the blank page and held the pen again. He wanted to draw a new picture while awake, no matter what he drew, the scene, magic weapon, architectural structure diagram, and map.

Of course, what he wanted to draw the most was Ding Lingling. He wanted to draw ten thousand kinds of Ding Linglings to see who this mysterious girl was.

Unfortunately, the burning feeling of his palm had disappeared. He bit his pen for a long time and barely drew a few sketches, all of which were crooked graffiti, and he could no longer find the spirituality of last night.

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

Li Yao raised his chair and waved it, but he couldn't find any clue.

At this time, he found that there was something wrong with his right hand.

He just took a pen to draw, and now he clamped the pen between his two fingers, and unconsciously rotated this small game called "Brushing Pen" is a folk movement that is popular among primary and secondary school students. It is leisurely and relieves boredom, and everyone knows it. Of course, most people can only put the pen on their fingertips and turn it a few circles. Even if you can play one or two fancy styles, you can get the exclamation of your companions. Li Yao is the same. He usually falls asleep when he has the opportunity to be dazed. Where can he practice Brushing Pen? It is the limit to be able to turn two or three times without falling off.

But now, his right hand seemed to be injected with mysterious spirituality, possessing his own life, or a strange magnetic field was lingering, manipulating the ballpoint pen to jump lightly at his fingertips, dancing wildly, making one fancy pattern after another that he had never seen before. The rotation between the squares actually turned out to a thrilling feeling and the sound of breaking the wind. No matter how he moved, it was always firmly stuck to his fingers.

"How is that possible?"

Li Yao was stunned.

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

Moreover, the less focused he was, the less he thought about his fingers, the faster he turned the pen, and the more gorgeous and gorgeous the styles he was. Once he noticed this too much and consciously manipulated his fingers and ballpoint pen, he became clumsy. The more he wanted to control it, the more he couldn't control it. In the end, with a "click", the ballpoint pen finally fell to the ground.

And the five fingertips of his right hand were also red and painful like a needle.

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

Why, his hands suddenly became so sensitive? There were a few classmates in Li Yao’s class who liked to turn the pens. Li Yao also watched some so-called “written pens” videos through them. It was not that he bragged himself. Compared with his fancy style just now, the hands of those brush-turning masters were no different from chicken claws, and they were still the kind that was cooked.

Li Yao thought of a word for no reason, or a method of description.

The author of "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation" "Wo Niu Zhenren" has a very poor vocabulary and description techniques. Every time he describes how fast the "Cultivation Li Yao" repairs magic weapons and how magical the technique is, he will use "two hands turn into two fogs."

Although Li Yao had complained many times when reading, recalling his pen-turning action just now, he had to admit that his hand had indeed turned into a gray fog. If the speed was faster, maybe a wisp of electric arc would explode in the gray fog!

I think that when he drew those scene pictures, structural pictures and topographic pictures, his speed was so fast. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to finish half a notebook in just one or two hours.

"I've hit a ghost!"

Li Yao was restless and paced back and forth, feeling the storm of wind in the small dormitory and the ghostly aura, which scared him to tremble a few times and get goosebumps all over his body.

But even though I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out what happened. I have never heard of ghosts hitting walls and ghosts pressing on beds. I have never heard of ghosts teaching people to play with pens!

His hands, his hands...

An unbearable feeling of heat spread from the heart to the whole body, and then from the whole body to the fingertips. He suddenly felt that his ten fingers were itchy, not the itchyness of being bitten by mosquitoes in the general sense, but the itch that was a hundred times more difficult than that. He wanted to shout, he wanted to bite, he wanted to put all ten fingers on the roughest bricks and stones and rub them hard. He even wanted to burn his fingertips with fire, but what he wanted to do the most was... to remove things.

Yes, he suddenly knew what he was going to do.

He wants to disassemble all the things that can be disassembled into the most basic components.

This feeling is like a deadly lightning bolt that cannot be resisted.

Before his brain could react, he was already gasping for a breath and stretching out his sinful hands to his desk. He almost blinked his eyes. Even without even seeing the gestures himself, all the signature pens and ballpoint pens on the desk turned into the finest parts, classified and arranged neatly.

He was not satisfied and trembled and pulled open the desk, which contained a broken calculator and a radio for listening tests when taking the English CET-4 and CET-6.

Although these two electronic products are not too complicated, they are composed of hundreds of parts, and they are very tightly rigged and used very small screws to eat and hold.

Li Yao didn't have a screwdriver, but he only used a ballpoint refill and dismantled the calculator and radio in just three minutes, and each part returned to the state that had just been 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.

"Play!"

He suddenly slapped himself twice, woke up a little, then closed his eyes, mixed the two piles of parts together, rubbed them again and again with the mahjong method to ensure that all the parts of the calculator and radio were completely confused.

"Impossible, ignorant, the whole thing is completely unexplainable. How could my hand become like this? And the structure, weight, material, size and other data of each part are all circulating in my mind. My hand, etc., what are my hand doing!"

Li Yao suddenly opened his eyes and just saw that he was installing several button batteries and No. 7 batteries into a brand new calculator and radio.

That's right, he was very sure that at most half a minute had passed, and the wall clock on the opposite wall had not yet walked a circle, and the pile of parts that were scattered just now, which was not necessarily separated by the manufacturer, had been restored cleanly.
Chapter completed!