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Chen Anna couldn't wait to add him as a friend. After Wu An completed the novice tutorial, she "broke into" his world and danced around next to Wu An's Brother Long protagonist with the younger sister protagonist.
It feels a bit like a date in a game.
I have to say, the game world is magnificent.
In the past, Wu An was somewhat averse to games, because when he saw the hostility of people when playing games, he felt that games were not a good thing.
After all, the game not only made the boys addicted, but they even fought because of losing the game.
However, this game called Source God did not give Wu An such a feeling.
The world in the game is so beautiful that it even makes people feel the joy of traveling in a beautiful world.
From the perspective of an art student, this game is not a game, but a world created through art.
As I was playing, I felt my body's DNA stirring.
——The game is not about playing, but about thinking about whether you can create such a world.
Because of this strange idea, Wu An felt like he was not playing games when he was playing games, but learning.
A bit crazy.
I was getting a little too addicted to the game.
Before he knew it, it was already very late, but when Chen Anna said she was going to log off, Wu An came back to his senses.
A bit unfinished.
While taking a shower, he was thinking about what he could do.
Such a game world.
It requires a very powerful program, right?
Then there needs to be some really good 3D modeling.
So what can he do?
Learn to write programs?
Microcontroller programming also requires programming.
--programming.
This goal gradually took shape in Wu An's mind.
His mind suddenly became clear and he found what he wanted to do.
Try learning programming. I'll check it out after I take a shower.
Then, he rubbed Li Yuhua's body faster with his hands.
Even the subtle touch on his body left Wu An indifferent.
Soon, Wu An put on his pajamas and went to bed. But he did not sleep, instead he took out Li Yuhua's tablet and searched for an introductory programming tutorial on it.
But it was very late, so I could only take a quick look.
Then I thought about the outing with Li Yuhua tomorrow.
I felt a little regretful for a moment.
I can't wake up tomorrow morning and watch the tutorial.
I should have known not to go!
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Although I feel a little regretful, I still have to do what I promised to do.
Wu An woke up the next morning.
Today is Friday.
Wu An spent some time taking care of his image.
I chose a loose T-shirt that looked more fashionable, and then added a pair of loose shorts.
Divide your hair into 3:7 as Li Yuhua said, and then naturally mess up the bangs on the left and right.
I have to say, he looks pretty handsome dressed like this.
With this image today, I should be able to cooperate with Li Yuhua, right?
After getting ready, I put on my backpack and went out.
Today, the school received the college entrance examination paper scoring estimation manual issued by the Education Bureau. That scoring estimation manual will be more accurate than the scoring estimation in the online question bank.
Wu An had already estimated the score, but didn't mind estimating it again using the scoring manual.
You can pick up your score estimation booklet any time in the morning, and it doesn't matter what time you arrive at school.
But because we were going on an outing, we agreed to set off at 9:30, so there would be no problem for Wu An to get the manual before that.
Li Yuhua didn't go to school, she asked Wu An to help her get it first.
She needs to spend some time dressing up at home.
Wu An had no objection to this.
Arriving at school soon.
Wu An arrived quite early. There were only a few students in their Class 3-1. They gathered together, spread out their test papers, and chatted with Peng Yulin.
They seemed to be discussing a problem. Peng Yulin seemed to have heard that a student had made a mistake in a question, and he wrote down the solution on the blackboard with great sorrow.
——Even though the college entrance examination is over, he still seems to want to teach students again.
Or maybe it's just inertia.
When he saw Wu Anlai, he put down the topic he was talking about and greeted him with his eyes shining:
"Wu An! You're here! How did you do in the exam?" He asked curiously with his eyes wide open, and even his classmates looked over.
Wu An had a blank expression on his face, and then said, "I just estimated it casually, 675 points."
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
"so high!"
The students exclaimed.
When Peng Yulin heard this, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
But he was still a little hesitant, and continued to ask with his eyes wide open: "You estimated the score correctly, right? Are you estimating it too high or too conservative?"
"Neither high nor conservative." Wu An said honestly.
Peng Yulin stared at Wu An for a while, trying to make him feel guilty, but Wu An had nothing to feel guilty about.
This was exactly the effect Peng Yulin wanted. The tension in his heart seemed to relax, and he smiled happily. He walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, this score is okay!"
"I have a chance to get into Peking University or Tsinghua University!" he said loudly, as if announcing his masterpiece to others.
Wu An smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Teacher Peng's good teaching."
Peng Yulin was not shy. He returned to the podium, took a sip of tea, and handed him a score estimation manual, "Check it again!"
"I will." Wu An nodded calmly.
Peng Yulin was still laughing and looked at Wu An, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
It’s like appreciating one’s own work, but feeling reluctant that one’s masterpiece will eventually leave.
It took him a while to catch his breath. He picked up the fountain pen, ignored Wu An, and continued to explain the question on the blackboard to everyone.
Wu An looked at his watch and felt that it was not yet time to gather, so he found a place to sit down and listen to some music.
Watching Peng Yulin giving the lecture, Wu An felt a little touched.
Three years passed like this, and I have more or less developed feelings for teacher Peng Yulin.
If you don't listen to today's class, you may not have the chance again in the future.
As we were watching, Wang Jiarong also arrived.
When he saw Wu An, he rushed over and asked him with a frown how he did in the exam.
Wu An said: 675 points.
Wang Jiarong said: Alpaca!
Wu An asked: How many points did you get?
Wang Jirong's eyes were filled with tears: More than 630 points.
Wu An: Not bad.
When he heard the word "okay", Wang Jirong wanted to raise his fist and blow Wu An's head off.
But if you think about it calmly, more than 630 points is actually his normal level, and he is estimating the score to be low, so the situation can still be optimistic.
However, even with 640 points, you may not be able to get into the legendary "Nine Key National Universities". If you can pick some unpopular majors, maybe it won't be a problem.
Then they flirted briefly again. Seeing that it was almost time to gather, Wu An went to Peng Yulin to ask for another score estimation manual, and left the classroom in everyone's eyes.
Just under the shade of the trees beside the playground near the school gate, I met the group of people who were going on the outing today.
All are familiar faces.
Chen Long, Chen Jiabin, Zhao Hanyu, Liu Neng - Li Yuhua's "Four Heavenly Kings", Huang Bingtian who plays basketball, and the brother who always draws the zombie girl when helping him draw cards.
When they saw Wu An coming, they seemed to realize something and cast complicated and unfriendly glances at him.
Wu An greeted them slowly, "Hey!"
Some people greeted him, but some were not very friendly.
But everyone didn't want to make the atmosphere so awkward, so Zhao Hanyu, one of the four great chatty students of the eldest lady, came up and asked him about his grades with a chuckle, "University bully, how did you do in the college entrance examination this time?"
There is no point asking anything else, but asking this, then Wu An will not feel at a loss.
"Not bad, 675 points." He seemed to be always talking about this score, not ashamed at all.