The flashing red dot is like a hint in the game, which seems to be asking the player to click, Wang He didn't sense the mouse, thinking that this should be the touch screen, so he used his mind to "click" the red dot.

After the idea "point" was hit, the red dot stopped flickering, and at the same time, the top of Wang He's head was slightly hot, knowing that he was right.

Once the red dot stops flashing, one end of the blue line slowly turns red from the top of the head down, from head to toe, from foot back to abdomen, across to the bottom of the other foot, and then from the sole of this foot back to the top of the head, and then ...... Not anymore.

Wang He felt as if he had been fooled:

"Is that easy?

Every time I see a monk, it seems that he has teleported, and I don't know where people live, and I can't find him.

"Alas, dead horses...... I'll try to practice. ”

Wang He recalled the trend of the blue red line just now and began to cultivate.

Wang He had read a lot of martial arts novels before, and knew that the acupoint on the top of his head was called Baihui Acupoint, and after he sensed the heat of Baihui Acupoint, he began to use his consciousness to drive that little bit of heat downward.

Motionless.

"Huh? ”

Immovable as a mountain.

", give some face!"

Rock solid.

"Damn! I obeyed YOU! The name of this internal strength should not be called Red Sun, it should be called Me Day!"

Wang He tried dozens of times, but none of them were able to run the blue line into a red line as demonstrated.

At this time, the sun had already risen a pole high, Wang He felt a fever all over his body, and took off his long sleeves:

“…… Damn, it's embarrassing! Fortunately, no one sees it. Last night the monk said how many days I can run depends on my talent and physical fitness. The physical fitness should be very good, that is, I am not talented?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I felt that there was no need for the monk to lie to himself, so there was only one reason left for talent:

"If you don't have talent, you don't have talent. If you don't have enough talent, you can make it up with diligence. Red day red day, I don't believe that I won't be popular with you!"

When Wang He returned home, it was still very early, not yet seven o'clock, and many dead fat houses in later generations were still sleeping at this time.

Li Feifeng heard his son say that he was going to climb the mountain, and complained:

"You are so idle, I have no choice but to chop wood and climb the mountain on weekdays, you are good, and you ran to the top of the mountain early in the morning. You might as well take advantage of the fact that the sun is not so hot and go and cut the fish grass early. Otherwise, when you finish eating, the sun will be scorching, and the skin will be sunburned and taken off. ”

When Wang He heard this, he felt that it made sense, put on a straw hat, put the sickle into the dustpan, and carried the dustpan to cut the fish grass.

At around 5 p.m., Wang He sat on the back of his bicycle and returned to the dormitory of the Liulong town government.

It may be the foundation laid since childhood, this time is from home to town, so that the interval is a week or a few weeks back and forth, when I go to college, it is a semester cycle, from the big city to the small county town back and forth, and when it is time to work, the time interval is changed to a year, from the big city to the small county back and forth.

In this continuous round trip, Wang He often has feelings, but the shelf life of this feeling is really short, and it has expired if he is not careful, and then he is either touched, or numbly abandoned the back of his mind, and continues to live a dull life.

******

Monday.

Morning.

When Wang He ran to the Half Life Pavilion, the sun had already risen.

In order not to be disturbed by the people who went to the market in the morning, Wang He did not stand on the edge of the pavilion, but walked to the side of a big stone next to him, rested for a while, and after breathing steadily, he began to practice the Red Sun Gong.

However......

After practicing for 20 minutes, there was still no progress.

Tuesday......

Wednesday......

Counting Sunday, after practicing for four days in a row, there was not even a little progress, and the Red Sun Gong became completely useless!

Since the rebirth, the tasks triggered by the song list system have been completed relatively smoothly, and the money-making plan has also achieved the predetermined goal, and the smooth sailing days have made Wang He unconsciously have a proud heart, thinking that there is no difficulty in this world to stump himself, but he didn't expect that he was not proud for long, and he was stabbed by the word talent, and the pain woke up.

Wang He was depressed and had a trace of resentment:

"Monks hurt people a lot......"

In the past three days, Wang He used to take off the starry card every night to absorb the power of the stars, and if he didn't use this card skill, the pain left by his daily training with Qiu Jianjun for about half an hour could not be eliminated at all.

Originally, Qiu Jianjun's progress was not so fast, but Wang He was like a dead dog after practicing on the first day, and he behaved like a nobody the next day, so he made up his mind logically, let Wang He put on a weight-bearing vest, and tied leggings, and then practiced (beaten) after carrying 20 pounds.

In the past three days, Wang He not only had a pain in his flesh, but also a pain in his heart, because he had accumulated a small amount of experience and could not go in and out, and had consumed 300 points, but fortunately he finally saw the money back on this day, in the music class, when the teacher taught the song "Little Boy", he triggered the first task since this week.

"Little Boy" is an interlude from the 1970 German film "Handsome Boy", sung by Heinche. Every Chinese audience who has experienced the 80s is familiar with this song, and it belongs to the collective memory of a generation. Most of the people who have not seen this film have heard and sung this song.

After the task was triggered, the system recruited the whole class to do free coolies as usual, the music teacher stepped on the pedal, played the keyboard accompaniment, and nearly 60 teenagers in their 10s sang in unison:

"Little boy, seldom troubled,

Look at the sun all around.

A little boy, with little troubles,

I hope it's always good.

Year after year,

The little boy is growing taller.

As you grow older,

His troubles increased.

A little boy, with little troubles,

Carefree and happy.

But one day, the storm broke out,

Worries and worries are here......"

Listening to the melodious singing, it is like a breeze blowing on the face, and it is like drinking cool and sweet spring water, refreshing people's hearts and spleens and washing people's hearts.

Outside the back door of the classroom of the fourth grade class A, the principal who happened to visit here heard such a beautiful singing, and involuntarily stopped, recalling him as a young man.

After the collection of the song list system ended, the music teacher did not know the previous situation, and began to teach the students to sing the song sentence by sentence according to the normal teaching steps.

The music teacher is a female teacher who was assigned to practice this semester, only 23 years old this year, the principal looked at the teacher who was playing the piano while smiling and singing, although she didn't look pretty, but she was better than young, and at the moment through the window, you can still feel the youthful vitality in your face.

The principal suddenly remembered that the dean had vaguely mentioned once a few weeks ago that his son seemed to have a crush on her.

The principal's son, who also teaches at the school, is twenty-seven or eighteen years old and has never been married. In this era, most men are married and have children at this age, and their children will play soy sauce. So the principal and the old couple have been worried about their son's marriage.

The age of a music teacher will have different interpretations in the eyes of different people. In the eyes of the freshman and sophomore boys, this senior girl is an old woman who is about to graduate, but in the eyes of her colleagues in the employer, she has become a smart little girl!