Rise From The Doom Chapter 193

He took a shower and threw himself onto the bed, intending to get up and log on in a while. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, it was already sunny outside. It was probably because of the pressure these few days.

"This is bad."

It had been a few days since he left school. He wondered if the school would let him clean up. Liu Wei An sat on the bed in a daze for a few seconds before quickly getting out of bed, brushing his teeth, washing his face and eating breakfast. Then take a taxi to school. By the time he reached school, it was already 8: 30 and the students had already started their classes.

"This is even worse. Not only is he skipping class, he's late as well." Liu Wei An walked into the classroom with a guilty conscience.

"Report, I'm late."

The teacher was a man in his fifties with thick eyes and a bald head. He glanced at Liu Wei An and nodded, "Come in. Next time, remember not to be late."

"Thank you, teacher." Liu Wei An quickly walked to his seat and sat down. He noticed that quite a few of his classmates were looking at him strangely. As he pondered, he smiled at Tang Dingdong, the little beauty who had been staring at him the whole time. Tang Dingdong's face was expressionless. His delicate nose lightly wrinkled as he turned his head to look at the blackboard.

Liu Wei An didn't care that he had been stung. Xiao Jie, who was at the front, quickly turned around and said, "Liu Wei An, you're amazing. You dared to skip class right after class." Liu Wei An really wanted to ask about the consequences of skipping class, but Xiao Jie hurriedly sat upright and focused because of Tang Dingdong's glare, not saying another word. A grasshopper made out of weeds was quickly taking shape. Looking inside the drawer, there were already a dozen or so grasshoppers, their feet were feet, wings were wings, and their eyes were lit up with ink pens. They looked so lifelike that it seemed like they were real.

This is history class, Tang Taizong once said, read history, you can know the vicissitudes of life. As a modern person, as long as one had the heart, there were many ways to understand history. But reading history by oneself was dry and boring, far from being as lively and interesting as the teachers and professors. As Liu Wei An listened, he suddenly thought of the former storyteller.

Class ended.

Tang Jingdong immediately protested, "Why did you skip class?"

"Something happened at home." Liu Wei An was not in a good mood. Tang Dingdong's tone sounded like he was interrogating a criminal. However, when he thought that he was in the wrong, he replied honestly.

"What is it?" Tang Dingdong's gaze was sharp and unblinking.

"A private matter." Liu Wei An's tone was a bit cold.

"Why is your phone not working?" Tang Dingdong's tone eased up a bit, as if he also realized that his tone was too strict.

"There's no more electricity."

Tang Dingdong snorted. "Don't you think that if you have something to do, you should ask the school for a leave of absence?"

"Sorry, this is an emergency and we won't make it in time."

"Urgent?" Tang Dingdong was so angry that he started laughing. "Did the earthquake happen?"

"My home is in An Yuan city, the prehistoric district." Liu Wei An said expressionlessly, "If you don't believe me, you can check my file."

"I …" How could it be so coincidental when it came to earthquake? However, this kind of lie would be exposed in the blink of an eye, and Liu Wei An obviously wouldn't make such a low-level mistake, moreover, Liu Wei An's indifferent and sorrowful expression made her somewhat flustered. She suddenly couldn't say what she wanted to say, and after staring blankly for a few seconds, she stammered, "It's no use telling me, how do you want to explain this to teacher?"

The morning's lesson passed uneventfully. The only exception, if one were to say, was the restless Tang Dingdong. The bell rang.

"Charge!"

Xiao Jie, who was in second place, watched as Liu Wei An easily overtook him and rushed into the cafeteria. By the time he rushed into the cafeteria, Liu Wei An was already sitting on the table with a washbowl in his hand, wolfing it down.

"This is unreasonable! I've been training arduously for a whole week, but not only was I unable to catch up to you, I've even widened the distance between us. Just what did you do?" Xiao Jie looked at Liu Wei An with a constipated expression.

Liu Wei An looked up at him and spat out two words as he continued to fight for his food.

"Luck."

"Damn." Xiao Jie said.

… ….

"Ninety-nine percent sweat and one percent talent is equal to success. The key to success is in the one percent talent. However — — "Tang Tianyao's hawk-like gaze swept across every student, causing everyone who met his gaze to involuntarily look away. Tang Tianyao's voice carried a heavy metallic tone to it, as if it was metal colliding with metal, "All of you are untalented, so the only way for you to succeed is to sweat, sweat, and even more." "Let's start with the horse stance."

The students had already gotten used to Tang Tian Yao's direct speech style. Each and every one of them had a deadpan expression on their faces. They bent their legs and lowered their bodies, completing a standard horse stance.

"From today onwards, everyone's scale will be doubled." Tang Tianyao indifferently replied.

All of the students trembled. Fear flashed across their eyes, but they did not dare to object. Gritting their teeth, they maintained an expression as though they were facing death.

"Who's Liu Wei An? Come out!" Tang Tianyao coldly replied.

"Here!" Liu Wei An strode out of the line.

"The school will severely punish those who skip classes for more than three days. You have to accept the punishment for skipping classes for four days. Of course, you can choose to refuse, and the result is leaving the school." Tang Tianyao stared at Liu Wei An and said, "Now, please let me know your choice."

"I am willing to accept any punishment." Liu Wei An said loudly.

"Brushstroke." As soon as Tang Tianyao's voice fell, the expressions of all the students present changed. When they saw the look in Liu Wei An's eyes, there was sympathy, sneer, and pity. However, there was even more disregard for him, as if he was a stranger. Although Liu Wei An didn't turn around, he could feel that the atmosphere had changed. He didn't understand it at first, but when he saw the brush and ink clearly, his face completely changed.

This wasn't the main point, the main point was that this brush was made of iron. Just by looking at the posture of the soldier holding the pen, one could tell that the weight of the pen was at least a hundred pounds. The ink was normal, about the size of a palm. It looked like it was going to be grinded by itself, and there was a stack of white paper. There was also a book as thick as a dictionary.

"Copy the book over here once. You have to copy three pages every day. Once you've finished, you can go to class, and your handwriting cannot be scrawled, erroneously, verbatim, or complex. In short, it must be exactly the same as the original book. If you don't finish copying the book within three months, the door of Xinglong University will open at any time for you. In order for you to keep up with the progress so that you don't fall behind when you copy the book, you won't need to take down the scale. "You understand." Tang Tian Yao gave a rare look of humour.

"Yes." Liu Wei An couldn't laugh at all.

"You can begin." "Watch carefully," Tang Tianyao ordered one of the soldiers standing off to the side. Then he left.

His heart also sank, heavier than he had expected. Originally, he had thought that it would be about one hundred Jin, but in reality, it was at least one hundred and thirty Jin. Even ordinary people would find it difficult to carry such a heavy weight.

"Can you grind them? No? "It's alright, I'll demonstrate it to you." The soldier's heart was in a good mood. He took the initiative to grind the ink for Liu Wei An.

"Thank you." The corner of Liu Wei An's mouth twitched, and his smile turned ugly.

"You're welcome." The soldier grinned, his teeth white.

With the brush stroke, a large puddle of ink spread out. The small square was as big as a child's fingernail and had been dyed black by five or six squares. Liu Wei An was sweating profusely.

Finding the right place is not easy. To write in such a small place is as difficult as an ant tripping an elephant. The soldier smiled and took the paper away, replacing it with another.

"Thank you." As soon as the words left his mouth, Liu Wei An was so shocked that he could barely hear his own words.

This time, he controlled his strength and carefully touched the paper with the tip of his brush. The situation was much better, but once the brush crossed each other, the entire square was filled to the brim.

The soldier was understanding and changed a piece of paper.

"Thank you!"

Heng, Liu Wei An had already tried his best to control his strength, but when the brush was raised, he couldn't help but draw three columns consecutively, changing the Xuan paper.

Horizontal, horizontal, horizontal, horizontal...

An hour later, Liu Wei'an was still practicing this brush stroke. Not only did the situation not improve, but it became even worse, his mood became impatient was just one aspect, the most important aspect was the effort in his arms, after twenty minutes, every second, his arms would sink, 120 pounds of brushes seemed to be increasing in weight, just like Sun Wukong's golden staff, getting heavier and heavier.

"Thank you!" Liu Wei An opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The soldier did not mind. He changed a piece of Xuan paper and covered his back with more than 80 pieces of paper. After writing another piece of paper, Liu Wei An stopped and slowly closed his eyes. The soldier watched but did not rush them. The students behind him had their attention on him at the beginning, but because of the weight of the scale, they soon focused their attention on themselves.

After just an hour, a quarter of the students could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground. They danced for a while before quieting down. The rest of them were sweating profusely, their faces flushed, and their feet were dripping wet. Suddenly, Liu Wei An opened his eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, a thin stroke appeared on the Xuan paper. According to the normal ratio, this stroke was still slightly thick, and the only word that could be used was' two '. Even' three 'was the most appropriate stroke.

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