Chapter 3170: Li Yao’s Qilin Arm

Seeing the doodles on the ballpoint pens and pens, Li Yao’s heart was beating fast. He had to cover his chest with his hands to suppress the familiar yet weird feeling in his heart.

Flipping to the back, there were also some sketches of ‘magical equipment’. Most of them were chainswords, vibration sabers, and storm bolters. Not only did they look decent, they were also uniform and harmonious. One could tell that they were of a mature industrial design style that was completely different from the common designs. Moreover, there were also very delicate internal structures that looked like intricate, detailed circuit boards.

That was even weirder.

Li Yao majored in economics. He was very sure that he had never taken any courses in industrial design or circuit design. If the previous ‘novel scenes’ were just graffiti, what were the delicate and rigorous structural designs about?

Li Yao tilted his head and thought for a long time.

“Could it be that I still have potential that even I have not discovered? Could it be that I am a self-taught genius who should have taken the exam for industrial design?”

He continued reading. There were more.

This time, it was a few interconnecting sketches that looked like a 3D labyrinth. Li Yao flipped the notebook over and over for a long time before he came to a sudden realization—it was finally not the characters, scenes, or magical equipment from the novels, but the architectural blueprints and terrain of their dormitory, school building, and even the entire university.

Although it was difficult for Li Yao to determine the precision of the structural designs and the topographic maps, just the complicated lines and the seamless scale were enough to show the artist’s skills. Li Yao didn’t think that he, who had never studied architecture, would have such skills. What was odd was that, be it the school building or the dormitory, the ventilation ducts and the sewer ducts were all highlighted and highlighted by him. Even the winding ventilation ducts and sewer ducts leading to the female toilet had been meticulously drawn by him.

“Is—is there a mistake? Could it be that all of this came from my hands? What kind of person am I exactly? A hidden genius in industrial and architectural design, or a deeply hidden perverted peeping tom?”

Looking at the structural design, Li Yao was dazed for a long time.

What one thinks in the day, one dreams at night. After staying on campus for several years, it was not strange for him to be familiar with the general structure of the school building and dormitory building, but these blueprints did not even leak out the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes hidden between the floors. It was truly too strange!

However, it also explained Li Yao’s other question.

From getting out of bed to suddenly waking up, only three to five hours had passed. Those that could be used to paint without being discovered would take at most one to two hours.

To draw so many detailed, vivid, and seamless scenes and structural designs within one to two hours, no wonder his fingers were aching so much.

Li Yao rubbed his fingers and found a few dents left by him holding the brush too hard. There were also traces of ink between his fingers, which further strengthened his belief. He vaguely recalled that the scenes, magical equipment, and structural designs were indeed drawn by him.

It was probably the darkest time before dawn. His blood was boiling when he read the novel, and he felt that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He felt that his ten fingers were turning into ten Taiyi Lightning Railguns, and countless burning runes were appearing on his palm and the back of his hand. For some reason, he started writing furiously and leaving the pictures behind.

It was obvious.

If he didn’t draw it himself, could it be that someone secretly came to his side in the middle of the night and played pranks on his pen and notebook?

Li Yao knew Zhao Kai and Yu Xin very well. They were not the kind of people who would play pranks like this. Besides, the guys in the dormitory were all the same. They did not have the slightest bit of artistic or design cells. Who could draw such a complicated thing?

Li Yao flipped to a blank page and held the pen again. He really wanted to draw a new one when he was sober. Whatever he drew would do—scenes, magical equipment, architectural blueprints, maps.

Of course, the one he wanted to draw the most was still Ding Lingdang. He wanted to draw ten thousand different Ding Lingdang’s appearances so that he could clearly see who this mysterious girl was.

It was a pity that the burning feeling in his palm was gone. He chewed on the brush for a long time and managed to draw a few sketches, all of which were crooked doodles. He could not find the spirituality from last night anymore.

“What’s this called? A genius from one night ago?”

Li Yao raised his chair and shook it, but he failed to find any clues.

At this moment, he discovered that there was something wrong with his right hand.

He had just picked up a pen and was drawing, but at this moment, he held the pen between his two fingers and unconsciously rotated it. This kind of small game called “Reversing Pen” was something that all the students in high school, middle school, and high school liked to hear. It was a leisure and entertainment sport, a folk sport that everyone knew. Of course, the vast majority of people would at most place the pen between their fingertips and spin it a few times. If they could play one or two fancy moves, they would be considered to be an expert. If they could receive cries of surprise from their companions, then it was the same for Li Yao. Usually, he would fall asleep whenever he had the chance to be in a daze. When would he have the time to practice spinning the pen? To be able to spin it two or three times without dropping it was already his limit.

But right now, his right hand seemed to have been injected with a mysterious spirituality. It seemed to be alive, or maybe it was surrounded by a weird magnetic field. He manipulated the ballpoint pen to jump and dance on his fingertip in a way that he had never seen before. The revolution of the ballpoint pen gave him a soul-stirring feeling and wind-breaking sound. No matter how he moved, the ballpoint pen stuck to his finger.

“How is that possible?”

Li Yao was dumbfounded.

He didn’t know whether or not it was his imagination, but he felt that his ten fingers were getting more and more agile and slender, allowing him to perform some inconceivable movements. He even saw that the ballpoint pen, which had already slipped away from his fingertips, was pulled by an invisible force and once again jumped into his palm, spinning at lightning speeds like a drill.

Besides, the more distracted he was and the less he thought about his fingers, the faster he would spin the pen, and the more glamorous and glamorous his movements would be. When he paid too much attention to it and tried to manipulate his fingers and the ballpoint pen consciously, he would end up being clumsy. The more he tried, the more out of control he became. In the end, the ballpoint pen finally fell to the ground.

The fingertips of his right hand were red from the rubbing, too, as if he had been stung by needles.

Li Yao stared at the pen on the ground as if it were a hibernating viper.

Why were his hands so agile all of a sudden? There were a few students in Li Yao’s class who were particularly fond of spinning pens. Li Yao had also watched a few videos of the so-called masters of spinning pens through them. It was not that he was boasting, but compared to his fancy moves just now, the hands of those masters of spinning pens were no different from chicken feet. They were the kind that had been marinated.

For some reason, Li Yao thought of a word or a description.

‘Master Lie Niu’, the author of ‘40,000 Years of Cultivation’, had a rather poor vocabulary and writing skills. Every time he described ‘Cultivator Li Yao’s’ speed of magical equipment maintenance and his amazing skills, he would always describe it as ‘his hands turning into two grey mists’.

Although Li Yao had complained many times when he was reading the book, he had to admit that his hand had indeed turned into a grey mist when he recalled the movement of his pen. If he had been faster, electric arcs might have burst out of the grey mist!

He must’ve been as fast when he was drawing the sceneries, structural designs, and terrain designs. Otherwise, it would’ve been impossible for him to finish half a notebook in only one to two hours.

“It’s a ghost!”

Li Yao was restless. He paced back and forth, only to feel that the small dormitory was gloomy and creepy. He was so scared that he shivered and had goosebumps all over his body.

But no matter how he wracked his brain, he could not figure out what was going on—he had only heard of ghosts hitting the wall and ghosts hitting the bed. He had never heard of ghosts being possessed to teach people how to spin pens!

His hand, his hand…

An unbearable feeling of heat spread from his heart to his entire body, and then from his entire body to his fingertips. He suddenly felt that his ten fingers were itching. It was not the itch of being bitten by mosquitoes in the ordinary sense, but an itch that was a hundred times more unbearable. He wanted to shout. He wanted to tear. He wanted to rub his ten fingers against the roughest bricks. He even wanted to burn his fingertips with fire. But what he wanted to do most was still… dismantle things.

Yes. He suddenly knew what he was going to do.

He was going to dismantle everything that could be dismantled into the most basic components.

It was an irresistible feeling like a fatal lightning.

Before his brain realized what was going on, he had already extended his evil hands toward his desk, breathing heavily. In the blink of an eye, before he was able to see the gestures clearly, all the pens and pens on the desk had turned into the tiniest parts, sorted, and arranged neatly.

Still not satisfied, he trembled as he pulled open the desk. Inside was a broken calculator and a radio for listening tests.

Although the two electronic products were not too complicated, they were still made up of hundreds of components. Moreover, the parts were very close to each other with tiny screws.

Li Yao did not have a screwdriver, but he had dismantled the calculator and the radio within three minutes with just a ballpoint pen. Every component had returned to the state when it had just been manufactured.

Li Yao stared at the two piles of components for a long time before putting the ballpoint pen in his mouth and biting it.

Pa! Pa!

He suddenly slapped himself twice to wake himself up. Then, he closed his eyes and mixed the two piles of components together, making sure that the calculator and the radio were completely mixed up.

“It’s impossible. It doesn’t make any sense. There’s no way to explain the whole thing. How did my hands end up like this? Besides, the structure, weight, materials, dimensions, and other data of every component is swirling inside my brain. My hands. Wait. What are my hands doing?”

Li Yao suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was putting the button battery and the No.7 battery into a brand-new calculator and radio.

Yes. He was very sure that half a minute had passed. The clock on the wall on the other side of the room had not been completed yet. The pile of components that were so messy that even the creator might not have been able to distinguish them had been neatly restored.

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