He tried to empty his mind as much as he could, ignoring the beating light of light red. Eighty-eight Reading ,.. o

Through the tiger hunting video he watched on his mobile phone before, combined with Qianqiu's gestures, he meditated.

In his imagination, a yellow and white tiger with teeth and claws, waving sharp tiger paws from time to time, gradually appeared in the black world in front of him.

It has a slender and massive physique, a gorgeous golden fur inlaid with mysterious black stripes, it bares hideous fangs, and its bloody mouth is like an abyss, as if it can swallow a person in one bite.

It seems ready to roar out and declare its kingly wind to the world.

"Ahh

A soft cry woke Guan Lang from his meditation.

He shook and opened his eyes.

It turned out that Chiaki had already jumped on his bed and was yelling at him unrelentingly.

"You stupid cat......" Guan Lang sighed helplessly.

Chiaki stretched out her paw and pointed to the cat toy under the bed.

Guan Lang looked at it, and the disc-shaped toy case had been smashed into pieces by it, revealing the structure inside.

Chiaki innocently called twice.

Guan Lang looked at it angrily, it must have been annoyed and angry, and accidentally used too much force, so it was demolished.

In order not to disturb his meditation, Guan Lang had to put Qianqiu outside the room to play by himself.

He closed his eyes and repeated the meditation steps he had just taken.

Soon, the figure of a big tiger with hanging eyes resurfaced in his mind.

But before he could be pleased, the big tiger soon began to cry again.

It's not Qianqiu making trouble this time.

Guan Lang opened his eyes, and the image of the tiger in his mind disappeared again.

He repeated it several times, but the tiger's posture meditated quickly, even lifelike, but there was always something wrong. 8.8** Reading ,.. o

When he was learning to sketch, he often drew various creatures, so he was very familiar with the posture of tigers.

And the shape and meaning of the tiger in his mind are like having an empty skin and lacking spiritual connotation.

Even if he had eliminated Qianqiu's troublemaking interference, he still couldn't meditate on a lively tiger in his brain.

He didn't believe in evil, and used his mobile phone to watch a dozen minutes of wonderful tiger-themed animal world videos.

It's a pity that I still can't meditate on anything.

And whenever he wants to empty his mind, he is often affected and disturbed by various information from the outside world.

The touch of the clothes grinding against the skin, the sound of the rain outside the window, the faint smell of moisture in the nose.

It seems that after closing the eyes, the interference of other information becomes more obvious.

And his brain itself is also difficult to maintain that state of emptiness, and it is difficult to do it without thinking about inconsequential things.

Just like when I couldn't sleep when I was a child, my parents would always say to my children, you don't want anything, and you will fall asleep soon, in fact, it is useless at all, the more you think about nothing, the more complicated thoughts come out.

The brain is such a disobedient organ, like a wild horse that has escaped its control.

The more Guan Lang meditated, the more he felt that the thoughts in his mind were a mess.

When he meditates on the tiger form, his brain always comes out and drags his feet, sometimes thinking about the plot of catching the witch he read the other day, sometimes thinking about the plan for the design class, or what to eat at night.

Guan Lang opened his eyes in frustration and rubbed his temples, but he didn't force himself to meditate anymore in the complicated situation.

He went out to drink a bottle of milk, watered the plants on the balcony, and blew a breeze mixed with wet rain, and finally calmed down.

After recovering his state, he returned to his room and continued his meditation.

After a few adjustments, he finally entered that state of being hollow again.

Everything around seems to disappear, and the world is left with nothing but darkness and silence.

And in the darkness, a faint light is wandering, outlining and rendering a dark tiger.

Guan Lang even forgot that he existed.

The body began to rise and fall slowly, and there seemed to be some strange rhythm in the exhalation and inhalation.

What Guan Lang didn't know was that the blood flow in his body had also suddenly accelerated in this silent meditation.

His spirit seemed to be extraordinarily concentrated in this state of undisturbed feelings, condensed in the unreal.

Nerve cells are active in an abnormal state.

After meditating for a long time, the tiger in my mind seemed to have been stereotyped, and it was moving proudly in a dark world, and its huge body seemed to contain great power.

Guan Lang opened his eyes, as if there was still a tiger walking in his mind.

He opens the system panel to check the progress of the task.

He was disappointed, and the progress of the mission was still zero.

In other words, the tiger form he meditated on still did not meet the requirements of the system.

He sighed.

It seems that I can only go to the zoo another day to feel the spirit of the tiger for myself.

Although he has watched a lot of live videos of tigers, the information conveyed in the videos is incomplete after all, and it is difficult to simulate an accurate tiger shape with only video data.

Only by touching and feeling a living tiger on the spot can it be possible to understand the shape of the tiger firsthand.

Guan Langdong lay on the bed in a big zigzag shape.

He originally wanted to be lazy by watching the video, but after all, he had to waste some effort when he went to the zoo.

It's good to save some time.

Guan Lang waved away the tiger form that he had meditated in his mind.

Since there was no way to continue the in-depth meditation, Guan Lang did not waste time and simply started to do another reading task.

The traditional literature of the mission requirements is a relatively broad concept.

Guan Lang got up and grabbed a lot of books on the bookshelf in the room.

He'd bought some books to fill his shelves before, but he hadn't read much of them.

Osamu Dazai's "Human Disqualification", as soon as I opened it, there were 100,000 words, and the number of words was not up to standard.

"The Kite Runner" is 210,000 words, and it is not up to standard.

Yu Qiuyu's "Cultural Journey" has 230,000 words, which is still not up to standard.

Guan Lang flipped through several books in a row, but he didn't expect to be stuck in the number of words, and the task requirements of the system must be at least 300,000 words.

After flipping through it for a while, he found a copy of "The Birth of the Federal Reserve", which reached 320,000 words.

He doesn't hate reading, and he reads recipe books and design magazines.

So soon the heart sank.

Thanks to the last reading, his reading speed has improved a lot.

The main thing is that he realizes the potential of his speed reading, and with his current comprehension and reading ability, he can actually maintain a very fast reading rate on the premise of understanding the content if he wants to.

The reading speed is about 70,000 to 80,000 words per hour.

On average, the number of words read per minute is about 1,300 words.

This is actually a very fast read, after all, it is not an online article, but a professional book full of a lot of awkward terms.

In the afternoon, Guan Lang quietly finished reading the book in the sound of the rain. 11...Friends who read books, you can search for "blue Chinese network", you can find this site as soon as possible.