Chapter 209 The Second Light
Chapter 209 "The Second Light"
"There's no chance to go back tonight. We have to stay on campus all day."
"Tomorrow, we'll go to the cafeteria and have a good meal, then go to the canteen to get some student commemorative coins, and then go back."
Mu Daxian lay on the ground with his eyes closed, muttering these words as if in a dream.
"If it doesn't work today, it will be fine tomorrow?" Mao Feiyang was very puzzled. Theoretically speaking, this kind of gray fog invasion should become more and more intense over time, right?
Is today the peak of the invasion?
If things start to go downhill like the tide tomorrow, then what Mu Daxian said is not unreasonable.
"Yes, it will be done tomorrow." Mu Daxian said calmly, as if he was stating a fact that couldn't be simpler. "But don't relax, the real crisis has not come yet!"
This sentence instantly shattered Mao Feiyang's fantasy: "Isn't today the peak period of the gray fog invasion?"
"Peak period?" Mu Daxian slowly opened his eyes. "Who told you that today is the limit?"
"The night watchmen only rang the bell during the day. The real war hasn't started yet!" Mu Daxian curled his lips, "We must go back to the Art Building tomorrow. The role we can play here is too small. The Art Building is the one that really needs us."
This confused Mao Feiyang and made Lin Yi feel even more mysterious about Mu Daxian.
"If it doesn't work today, it will work tomorrow"
Today is not the limit of invasion
Although today is not the limit of the gray fog invasion, it seems to be Mu Daxian's limit - at least it is the limit of what he can do on campus right now. What should he do tomorrow to get back to the Art Building?
Perhaps Mao Feiyang has survived the crisis of being besieged by the angel sculpture, and Lin Yi also knows how Mao Feiyang's student commemorative coins were lost, so he is not too worried about Mao Feiyang for the time being. Instead, he begins to be curious about what Mu Daxian will do.
Mao Feiyang was already very tired. Seeing Mu Daxian start to rest, he also lay down to the side. However, his wet clothes continued to torture him and made it impossible for him to get a good rest.
Suddenly, Mu Daxian somersaulted and jumped up from the floor tiles.
"Depend on!"
Mu Daxian quickly freed his feet and kicked Mao Feiyang who was standing beside him.
Mao Feiyang was startled. His nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again. His whole body was tense, like a bow. "What's the matter?"
"Damn it, I'm freezing to death!" Mu Daxian muttered.
Mao Feiyang: “???”
No, big brother, you freeze you and I wet mine, just deal with it for one night... We all survived the angel sculpture, can you please stop making trouble?
Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian with resentment.
But Mu Daxian has already started mixing the paints...
"Brother Xian, what are you doing?"
"Color adjustment, are you blind? How can you not see this?"
"what?"
"What? Aren't you cold and wet? So let's light a fire and warm ourselves up..."
"Oh my god, so awesome?!"
"Awesome!"
"Great!" Mao Feiyang gave a thumbs up and said enviously, "I wonder when I can be like you."
"Now."
"what??"
"Ah what? I don't have the strength anymore. You draw it."
"what???"
"Are you fucking practicing phonetic symbols?" Mu Daxian pushed the mixed paint in front of Mao Feiyang.
"No, Brother Xian, are you serious?" Mao Feiyang wanted to cry but had no tears.
Mu Daxian said unhappily, "Desperate situations can stimulate potential. I dragged you around the teaching building for more than two hours, and you were caught by the angel statue and its extraordinary properties were absorbed along the way. Your body has been desperately trying to "adapt" to help you survive."
"The fact that you survived means that your body has been digesting the extraordinary power repeatedly and constantly breaking through the limits. Now it has almost "adapted" to this intensity... Just like someone who has used a 100-stone bow once, it is easy for him to use a 70- or 80-stone bow."
"Just try it."
Mu Daxian patted his shoulder.
"It's raining and stormy outside, and you've just come back from that life-threatening escape with adrenaline rushing through your body. Your blood and qi will soon calm down. When the water vapor starts to evaporate and takes away your body temperature, you may not survive this night..."
"Come on, young man. You don't want the angel statue to fail to kill you but freeze to death instead, do you?"
After Mu Daxian finished speaking, he sat down on the spot.
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and walked to the drawing board.
"Brother Xian, it's fine if you don't explain anything at all, but at least wipe this drawing board clean..."
He was suddenly speechless. There was no trace left on the drawing board in front of him!
His pupils shrank slightly, as if he realized something, and he turned back to look at the place where Mu Daxian was painting just now, only to see -
The picture drawn by Mu Daxian was imprinted on the void not far away, as if... reality had been modified!
"This...?!" Mao Feiyang's eyes widened, "This this this...?!"
Mu Daxian's voice came slowly: "The Art Department's third-year elective course "Spatial Art", Volume 8 "Spatial Overwriting", Chapter 3 "The Art of Disguise"..."
"Don't just look at it blindly, and don't think about the original scene in your mind, so as not to affect my performance."
"what?"
"Spatial overwriting is to amplify the artist's understanding of a certain area. It is equivalent to using supernatural power to bless one's mental strength, thereby projecting a false area and covering up the real scene in the original area."
"In the art of disguise, it was mentioned that ancient people used makeup and props to modify their appearance to achieve a lifelike effect... Mine is similar. You can simply think of it as I covered this dead end with a piece of cloth, and we hid under the cloth."
"Oh... I don't quite understand what you said." Mao Feiyang shrugged honestly, "No, Brother Xian, wait a minute... are we art students really going to class?"
"if not?"
Mao Feiyang said guiltily: "I always thought that the seven-day experience would be over..."
“So they are called experience students, and you are called art students… If you want to experience for seven days and then leave, you have to become an experience student first.” “It’s not a verbal change, but a change in the essence of your ‘identity’.”
"Remember my 'Signpost Theory'? You have to take this path to become an experience student. But I'm not trying to discourage you. Judging from the current situation, you will most likely stay on the path of an art student until the end..."
"Don't worry, because at the moment, you have no chance to choose any other path besides being an art student."
"Don't think too much. Just calmly get through the difficulties ahead. Only when you're alive will you have a chance to find a solution. We won't force anyone to stay... Art is something that fully embodies freedom."
A gust of wind blew, and Mao Feiyang felt cold. His muscles began to tremble. He shivered a few times and quickly walked to the drawing board to prepare to start.
“Don’t doubt yourself, recall the feeling you had when you were painting on the lookout tower. Art comes from deep within you, the pen is just a tool you use to express, and the paint is just auxiliary. Don’t be obsessed with limited conditions, paint with your heart.” Mu Daxian said he would do nothing, but he still had to give enough experience.
Mao Feiyang suddenly held his breath, his expression was solemn and serious, and his eyes were slightly empty, as if his mind had wandered into the sky, looking for that ray of extraordinary inspiration.
Mu Daxian pretended to rest, but he had actually been observing Mao Feiyang. Seeing Mao Feiyang's meditation posture, he felt satisfied and thought that this boy is teachable.
But he didn't know that the teachable Mao Feiyang didn't look like he had empty eyes, but was really in a daze.
When listening to Mu Daxian's words, Mao Feiyang had a feeling of confidence and thought that he could do it too. However, when he was about to put pen to paper, he realized that he had no idea where to start.
I'm like a loser who felt he could write amateur prose after watching the five parts of Fights Break Sphere. Before he started writing, he felt like he was as good as the five amateurs. But after he started writing, he found out he had written a huge lump.
who am I?
Where am i?
What am I going to do?
Mao Feiyang's mind was filled with these three philosophical questions. He picked up the pen and stared, gathering his energy, concentrating his mind, gathering his energy, concentrating his mind... and then his energy dissipated.
Damn, it’s so difficult!
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Mao Feiyang felt extremely cold, and his muscles began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Damn it, no matter how hard it is, we have to do it!"
He gritted his teeth and tried to draw a bonfire on the drawing board based on his understanding of bonfires... Although he still didn't know how Mu Daxian managed to overwrite space and modify reality, at least he gave him both of his "magic weapons".
Holding a sword that can cut through iron like mud, if it can't kill the enemy, it should be able to cut meat, right? !
When Mao Feiyang thought about this, he suddenly felt inspired and quickly picked up his brush to start painting.
Half a minute later, Mao Feiyang, sweating profusely, looked at Mu Daxian for help: "Do you have an eraser..."
Mu Daxian: “…”
"Do you use erasers to erase your paint?"
Mao Feiyang: “…”
Mu Daxian really didn't say anything. He glanced at Mao Feiyang and said, "It seems that you are not good enough. When you feel that you can't hold on any longer, the desire for warmth will lead you to draw the fire."
After saying that, he closed his eyes, like an old monk, not caring about anything anymore.
Mao Feiyang took a deep breath, looked at the drawing board, then looked at the dead end. Then he felt the coldness of his clothes being wet by the rain and then being blown by the wind, and gradually got into the state...
It’s too cold… It’s too cold…
He began to understand the situation of the little girl selling nuclear bombs, no, matches, begging for food and light in the snow...
The little match girl lit the match, numbing herself with the brief warmth it brought, while fantasizing about all the warm and beautiful things. This was actually a forced rewriting of her cognition, but she had no extraordinary powers and her spirit was not strong enough, so she ultimately could not survive that cold night.
Mao Feiyang also gradually changed from understanding the little girl to becoming the little girl herself...
Yes, that's right. He...slowly lowered the hand holding the paintbrush, and his body temperature began to drop rapidly...
Lin Yi was so anxious that he even hoped the teaching building would catch fire...
He imagined the teaching building on fire, the flames spreading from the elevator room, burning through the bathroom, and then burning all the way from the ground to the dead end.
The blazing fire illuminated Mao Feiyang, and the burning sensation quickly evaporated the moisture on Mao Feiyang's clothes...
But all this is fantasy, and Lin Yi cannot change reality from his dreams.
"Am I too impatient..." At this moment, Lin Yi seemed to hear Mu Daxian muttering to himself, "Isn't it too much for him to take such a big step now?"
Mu Daxian sighed softly, stood up and slowly walked towards Mao Feiyang.
However, at this moment, Mao Feiyang, who seemed to be dying, suddenly stiffly raised the arm holding the paintbrush, and then began to paint on the drawing board.
Mu Daxian was stunned for a moment, but he soon discovered that the temperature around him rose as if he was sitting in front of a fireplace. The originally dimly lit dead end alley seemed to be brighter at this moment...
Mu Daxian's eyes gradually widened, and he looked at Mao Feiyang in disbelief, with a look of joy on his face: "He did it!"
He hurried to Mao Feiyang, but when he saw the drawing board in front of Mao Feiyang, he felt like he was struck by lightning!
"this……?!"
Mu Daxian took a deep breath, then stood silently beside Mao Feiyang without saying a word.
Mao Feiyang's brush was flying, his strokes were flowing, but it didn't touch the drawing board at all...
Despite this, as Mao Feiyang "painted", the temperature in the dead end really rose, and even dim orange spots appeared on the walls...
"Is this the "second light"? " Mu Daxian narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.
Gradually, the dead end was filled with warmth...
Suddenly there was a thunder, which startled Mao Feiyang so much that he shivered and dropped his paintbrush.
Mu Daxian bent down speechlessly to pick up the paintbrush, but found that Mao Feiyang had just come back to his senses, and was looking at the warm walls around him with a blank face.
“Wuwuwu——Brother Xian, Brother Xian!!!” Mao Feiyang hugged Mu Daxian tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, “I knew you would take action! Wuwuwu——”
Mu Daxian was stunned. He looked at the pen he picked up, then at the messy picture on the drawing board, and suddenly realized that Baimao Feiyang thought he had done everything.
"Okay, okay, don't be moved. You did it yourself!" Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang on the back, first calmed him down, and then slowly said this sentence.
"Me?" Mao Feiyang pointed at his nose.
"Yes, I said I don't have the energy to paint, and that means I don't have the energy to paint." Mu Daxian affirmed.
There is no need to take all the credit for something he didn't do. Letting Mao Feiyang see his masterpiece would also help improve his own artistic confidence. This is something Mu Daxian has always understood.
Mao Feiyang was a little slow to react for a moment, but when he looked at the messy oil stains on the drawing board, he was suddenly confused - Hey, if I drew it, where did it go?
This drawing board...hasn't changed!
Just when Mao Feiyang was beginning to have some doubts, the light and shadow in the originally warm dead end suddenly flickered, and a cold feeling seemed to seep out from the wall, making people shiver.
Thanks to the book friend "琳skylark" for the reward! !
(End of this chapter)