Ronan caught a glimpse of this line of text from the corner of his eye, but his hand was relatively steady. He didn't stop writing until the sketch was completed. He was very curious about what his father's message would look like this time.
Well, Mr. Luo Zhongheng must have consumed a lot of brain cells just thinking about how to leave a message under what circumstances.
Ronan laughed subconsciously, but at this moment, the sketch he had just completed in the work area shrank at a rapid speed.
There was another deformation in the process. In the blink of an eye, it lost its dominant position on the virtual canvas and turned into a slightly lively ink outline in the middle of the blank area. It still vaguely looked like Ronan, but it turned from static to full animation.
Came over.
It's just that the originally realistic style of painting has transformed into a Q-shaped image with an imbalanced head and body proportions. It seems to be looking up, and the direction it is looking at is the handwriting floating in the corner of the canvas.
What the hell kind of animation is this?
Ronan looked in a daze.
It was also at this moment that the string of handwriting became rounded, smoothly deformed, and reorganized into a cluster of line structures. However, these strokes alone were not enough, and another paragraph of text came out immediately after:
"Being able to see this interface proves that you have absorbed the knowledge left by your grandfather and mastered the talents your mother left you. Of course, you must have worked very hard.
"Thank you for your efforts in allowing us to 'meet' in this way... It's me, Luo Zhongheng, your incompetent father."
The words continued to appear, and then were dismantled, and merged into the previous line structure. When the word "father" finally merged into it, another Q version image appeared in the corner of the virtual canvas.
Although the proportions are out of proportion, looking at Shen Yun alone, he looks like a handsome guy, with an unshaven beard and a decadent style. That profile... well, it does have a bit of Luo Zhongheng's shadow.
Is this a self-portrait of Mr. Luo Zhongheng?
Ronan opened his mouth, not knowing how to face such a strange scene. Frankly speaking, even if the previous two messages were at the bottom, he was still a little confused at this moment.
He could almost imagine how absurd and fragmented his emotions would be when he suddenly saw this situation when he was ignorant and filled with resentment.
Especially when he looked at his own Q-version image, which was "cooperating" with a dumbfounded look, he couldn't help but think:
Might as well draw a pig in!
Well, maybe it will be worse?
At this time, the layout on the virtual canvas is still changing.
Q Nan (Q version of Ronan) moved further and further away from the center, moving to the left; while Q Heng (Q card Luo Zhongheng) slid all the way down to a level with him among the characters flowing down like a waterfall on the other side.
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The content of the waterfall character is:
"I think that even if you are not exposed to this interface, you will continue to progress until you hit the wall of talent in human evolution. Maybe by this time, you have been wandering on the wall for a long time and cannot make any progress. But it is not your fault
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At this time, after the characters are still revealed, they enter a state of smooth flow. Only this time, the details of Q Heng are no longer enriched, but the strokes are long and hanging, extending up and down, sometimes with lumps, just like cracked bark, densely covered
In the meantime.
They had indeed turned into a tree shadow with swaying branches, standing behind Q Heng. Although they were alienated, Ronan could still quickly identify them:
That is exactly the image of the dead tree where he is currently.
In the canvas scene at this time, Q Heng is sitting under the tree, facing Luo Nan. The large blank space in the middle begins to show new line outlines, which are similar to simple drawings and are relatively crude, but they are consistent with the subtitles below.
The style of text is also very consistent.
It was a map of the Earth, the solar system, and the ever-expanding stars outlined in just a few strokes.
"...It's not the fault of any of us, it's just that the torrent of cosmic civilization swept us in early, and we were caught off guard. But compared to the seemingly insurmountable time and space, this wall may be more troublesome."
The picture continued to flow, and a simple high wall appeared, occupying almost the entire canvas, while the previous star map was transformed into mottled marks on the wall.
From Ronan's point of view, Q Nan and Q Heng are far apart, but they maintain the same synchronized posture. They look up at the high wall, and they seem to be thinking about what is behind the high wall.
"The realistic and pessimistic judgment is that breaking down this wall is not a matter of one generation or two, but we can continue to work hard from generation to generation.
"During this period, the shackles of the body are not easy to be lifted, and the power of the soul is too easy to lose control. We can only use thinking to recognize and use knowledge to regulate... and never forget that breaking this wall is not our original purpose.
What I expected was actually much simpler than this.
"I'm not going to tell you too much for the time being. Some things need to be considered and accepted after the mood settles. Maybe you will resent me for this, but please believe that I will tell you all the secrets sooner or later... with credits
Ways to reward.
As the subtitles switched from line to line, more pictures and texts began to appear on the high wall. Most of them were in the form of simple drawings, but there was a certain amount of text mixed into them.
In part, Ronan was confirmed to belong to the lingua franca of the Tianyuan Empire.
"What you see now is a very special knowledge system. The object it expresses is quite different from the world we are used to, but it is one of the best tools I can see to break the wall of human talent.
One...is also the only tool I can provide you now.
"The special environment that generated this body of knowledge is difficult for us to understand with imagination alone. Forgive me, in most cases, we can only provide cold texts.
"I am also working hard to create some immersive interactive scenes, but due to limited conditions and technology, most of the scenes can only be displayed in my mind. Even this one may be rejected by you because it is too simple.
Laugh at it.
"That's okay. I just hope you can make good use of this set of tools, not just for obsession and resentment, but to get some fun from it...even if it's just a little bit."
The information on the high wall was still being refreshed, but what Ronan noticed at this time was Q Heng under the dead tree on the right. He showed a turning movement, as if he was looking at Q Nan on the other side, and seemed to be looking straight at him.
Outside the workspace, the one that actually absorbs information.
"Believe me, as you study to a certain stage, you will know everything you want to know. What you have to do now is to get rid of anxiety and anger, calm down...study hard and make progress every day."
The previous pictures and texts were erased on the high wall, and the eight-character mantra "Study hard and make progress every day" was painted all over.
Ronan rolled his eyes. But soon, the high wall of simple figures collapsed, and everything was lost. A few seconds later, a new image appeared:
It is a slender "line" that is constantly bending and recovering.
"By the way, you can take apart the soft screen and see this thing inside. This is a special gift with an extraordinary origin. I got it during an adventure and have certain authorization.
"As your tenth birthday gift, I will transfer it to you and let it be bound to your DNA. The bloodline combined with your mother's will also become a pass to the ultimate secret... although the permissions are still somewhat limited.
primary."
Ronan's eye twitching: external neurons.
On the virtual canvas, the "thin lines" symbolizing external neurons are swung and stretched like ramen noodles, and then thrown "down".
It's like a trap, with one end enclosing Q Heng and the other end connected to Q Nan.
"I hope, I hope, in the future you can open all the permission locks through the accumulation of knowledge and find the ultimate answer.
"The premise is not to be swept away by the torrent outside the territory."
The commotion caused by the Deep Blue World seems to be calming down. People who had previously put on various postures to cater to the "chaotic new world" can only talk to each other, and then forget all that happened before...
At least that's the case on the surface.
On the hot search lists of major social media, even news that breaks out of the deep blue world is not easy to quickly climb to the top of the list.
People are even starting to get a little tired of it.
Correspondingly, entries such as "The Big Lie of the Century" have risen and fallen on various rankings.
"This is just a strategy. First, overeating, feeding everyone until they are anorexic, and then gradually eliminating it to increase the public's psychological tolerance threshold. In fact, the popularity of the topic in this field has not diminished, but has become an undercurrent.
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"So, you must pay attention. Because of Uncle Deep Sea's incident, we are tightly bound to the concept of 'Deep Blue World' and it is difficult to avoid it. I emphasize again that this is really not a good thing. At this time, we are relatively detached.
The position is very important.
"As a demi-plane manager, you must exercise restraint in your attitude. We cannot express anything on behalf of Miss Riven... In fact, we just can't!
"At this time, you must firmly suppress your desire for expression. Except for direct personal attacks on Raven, other discussions should be ignored. The Demon-Eye Girl demiplane discusses everything that has nothing to do with the Demon-Eye Girl.
Things... This kind of classic nonsensical setting is not impossible.
"Besides, Miss Ruiwen has never needed us to help her create a character. She is just that kind of person when she is there. She is already a legend in her own right!"
Speaking of excitement, Zhong Man forgot that he was in a SPA and slapped the mattress of the massage table so hard that the technician behind him had to stop temporarily.
"Oh, I'm sorry... I mean, just calm down and recover. When you can get out of bed, let's make a date to have dinner together and do yoga or something."
Finally, Zhong Man ended the hour-long phone call and laid his head down, feeling exhausted. The voice of his friend Du Qiong came from one side:
"You look more and more like a teacher now."
"Thank you, you have the courage of a female publicist now."
After finishing the class that lasted most of the afternoon, Zhong Man originally wanted to go to a SPA and relax. But first he was visited by the female publicist next to him, and then he received a call for help from Cumin Noodles.