Wu Yazhen unzipped her schoolbag, took out the books and spread them out one by one on the sofa. She was surprised to find that they were all dry.
She was mentally prepared for the paper books inside to be soaked, and was about to use the warm air from a hair dryer to rescue them.
Unexpectedly, everything was safe and sound. Looking at the smooth and dry pages, I felt overjoyed.
"I bent down a little to protect it. Maybe your schoolbag is more waterproof." Guan Lang passed by and was heading to the bathroom with his clothes. Anyway, he guessed that the little girl must not remember what he did at that time.
What.
The rain was so heavy that it was impossible to cover it with the body to this extent. He used Tai Chi to wrap his schoolbag to isolate the rain from the outside.
But seeing the surprise on his little cousin's face, he felt that it was worth paying more attention to him.
Wu Yazhen, who was sitting on the sofa, stretched out her hands and was about to ask something when Guan Lang had already walked into the bathroom with his clothes in his arms.
Unfortunately, she could only suppress her curiosity for the time being.
Now that she was back home and sitting on the sofa, she was freed from the frightened panic at that time, and her rationality returned to her brain, and she tried to make up for it.
But my thoughts did not become clear, but the confusion gradually deepened in my heart.
The notice board lying a few meters away obviously looked like it had been severely damaged, and it had obviously been hit hard.
My cousin's hands were holding her legs, so he could only kick them with his feet, right?
But will the power of ordinary people reach such an exaggerated level?
It can kick an iron notice board that weighs at least a hundred kilograms, or even hundreds of kilograms, away so far, and it is also ruined in that state.
If she just looked at its later appearance, she would have thought it was the result of a hydraulic cannon.
As a materialist who has received modern education, she certainly would not immediately interpret the situation she encounters in terms of some mysterious power.
The first thing that entered her mind was a very famous urban legend.
In anger and anxiety, a mother was able to use great force to lift the car in order to rescue her child who was pinned under the car. However, she caused serious damage to her muscles and tendons afterwards.
But this was just a story that suddenly popped into her head. She didn't really know whether it was true in real life or just a story that people imagined.
The false story of Edison saving his mother has even been included in primary school textbooks. Whether a story heard is a lie or not, many people are unable to tell the truth from the lie.
But some of the knowledge conveyed behind the story makes some sense.
A person's short-term burst of power that exceeds the limit of his physical ability cannot be completely cost-free, otherwise the brain and body would not limit it.
It is no surprise that human body strength depends on muscles. Weightlifters can use their muscle groups more effectively than ordinary people and fully tap the potential strength buried in the muscles. However, this potential strength cannot be increased without limit.
Materials have stress limits, and the organs and tissues inside the body are no exception. Excessive force bursts can easily strain muscles and damage the body. Therefore, the human body has also evolved a natural inhibition mechanism.
Although this is a kind of restraint, it is also a protection for the human body.
Otherwise, the body will keep erupting small volcanoes, burning and leaving only ashes. At some point, the muscles and blood vessels may be torn off.
Wu Yazhen's head flashed with the remains of the wrinkled signboard and Guan Lang's nonchalant face.
The uneasiness in my heart became more and more solemn.
Isn't this a flashback?
Although nothing is happening on the surface, in fact the blood vessels and muscles inside are already overwhelmed, and they are finally tied together like lotus roots, and may burst at some point.
burst blood vessels in brain
The artery in the thigh suddenly burst and blood gushes out.
Many of the worst and most terrifying images flashed through her mind.
Thinking about it made her a little restless.
She stood up straight from the sofa with her knees on her knees and looked in the direction of the bathroom.
Speaking of which, apart from the sound of rushing water, it seems like there has been no movement for a long time, right?
It won't be
My cousin was halfway through taking a shower when he suddenly fell to the floor, his whole body limp and unable to move.
I wanted to cry out, but found that I couldn't even make the sound of opening my mouth and pulling my throat.
Desperately, I crawled towards the door, but the few steps I usually took turned into an insurmountable chasm.
There’s another picture!
Wu Yazhen trembled and held her head in her hands, restraining herself from thinking about these unlucky things.
How about knocking on the door and asking?
Although I feel like the little theater in my head is cursing my cousin, once this bad thought takes root in my mind, it is difficult to get rid of it.
The cousin in the bathroom is like the cat in the box in Schrödinger's thought experiment. She must open the bathroom door and confirm the safety with her own eyes before she can feel relieved.
She moved closer to the bathroom door, lowered her head, raised her hand gently, and was about to knock on the door and call out.
"Creak!" The door was suddenly opened.
Wu Yazhen's right hand followed the inertia and tapped Guan Lang's chest muscles several times.
Guan Lang stopped quickly to avoid a head-on collision.
He didn't expect that there was someone standing outside the door.
He looked at his little cousin with some surprise as he clenched his fist and tapped his chest.
What is this doing?
Could it be that this is the legendary "people hit you in the chest with a pink fist"?
And why did he wait outside the bathroom door while he was taking a shower?
He couldn't understand something.
"What are you doing?" Guan Lang hesitated for a moment before asking.
Lack of communication can easily lead to misunderstandings, so he always speaks his mind.
Wu Yazhen withdrew her fist and looked at it blankly for a moment. Then under his burning gaze, her cheeks suddenly turned red!
What on earth is she doing?
"I, I" Wu Yazhen hesitated for a long time without saying anything.
She couldn't say, I'm going to knock on the door and ask you to confirm whether you are dead or alive inside, right?
That's too rude, and it's quite confusing when you think about it from my cousin's point of view.
If someone came to see her suddenly for no reason and wanted to know if she was still alive, she would definitely think it was some kind of malicious joke.
"I'm right, I want to go to the toilet." Wu Yazhen thought of the reason for the prevarication and let out a sigh of relief on her face.
"Oh." Guan Lang nodded and turned sideways to let Wu Yazhen in.
But isn't there a toilet in your room?
Of course, he didn't ask this question out loud. Just now, the words "I'm talking about panic" were written on his little cousin's panic face, so he would naturally leave a step for her to get down.