In the studio, Gong Ning was still sifting through the list on the screen.

After all, there are too many tasks posted above, and in order to maximize profits, Gong Ning generally chooses the kind of list that does not need to draw design drawings, and the materials are not prepared, and funds are directly provided.

This is the only way to ensure that you are the most hassle-free and profitable.

In the end, Gong Ning selected 20 lists.

After instructing Qing'er to extract the materials, Gong Ning started his idle journey again.

After informing the big white cat to pay attention to the surrounding movements at night, Gong Ning went home to sleep alone.

After all, graduating students only have one day off a week, and they will continue classes tomorrow. In fact, the so-called class, for him, is nothing more than continuing to read the textbooks in the school.

Although he finished reading the first to third volumes of "Advanced Texture", he had not read the fourth to sixth volumes, so in the following time, he devoted almost all of his time to studying.

The days are generally peaceful, half are not peaceful.

Ever since he took the test in the training class that day and finished first, his fame in the club has suddenly skyrocketed.

Almost every day when he came to the club, many strangers greeted him familiarly, and it seemed that overnight everyone knew about this very talented teenager and knew that his future was limitless.

Feeling the various enthusiasm he received in the club, Gong Ning was not used to it, but also had such a trace of helplessness, of course he knew what these people were thinking.

The reason why they are courting themselves now is undoubtedly to prepare for finding their own custom weapons in the future, after all, judging from the talent they are showing now, in the future, when they graduate from their own school, once they return to their hometown to work, then they will definitely be an excellent weapons maker.

Although the master does not dare to be, the senior producer can definitely be the master, and the purpose of these people is exactly who they will be in 6 years.

After all, in such a remote base city, senior producers are still relatively scarce.

But in addition, if you want to say that the most enthusiastic in the club, it should be Feng Yan, since Gong Ning agreed to stay, Feng Yan has been guarding him almost every day.

And the opening remarks of each day are almost all one sentence.

"Gong-san, let's talk!"

Looking at the somewhat emaciated Minister Feng, Gong Ning was really embarrassed to hide anymore, after all, a person is willing to wait for you every day and look for you every day, which is enough to show his sincerity, Gong Ning is not an uninteresting person.

Since others respected him, he naturally had to respect him in return.

So, Gong Ning finally agreed to have a good chat with him.

From film to beautiful pictures, from airplanes to spaceships, from steam engines to drones, Gong Ning has moved almost everything on the earth, describing a very grand and bizarre world for Fengyan.

In this regard, Feng Yan was fascinated by what he heard, and his attitude towards Gong Ning became more and more enthusiastic day by day.

However, I don't know who suddenly leaked the news.

Information that Miyanin had a heart attack spread in the start club.

At first, everyone thought that it was just someone else's slander on him, but when someone asked him personally and got an accurate answer, everyone realized that the news was true.

For a while, everyone's attitude towards him changed drastically.

No one in the club greeted him warmly, and all the people who had shown him favor before only smiled awkwardly when they met, because they really didn't want to say some flattering words against their conscience.

The club's discussion gradually increased, and Gong Ning could hear what they were saying, it was nothing more than some sympathetic words such as pity, and he had never heard disparaging words, it seemed that the quality of these people was quite high, Gong Ning thought to himself.

As for Feng Yan, he hadn't come to him for two days, and Gong Ning's expression was indifferent, not knowing what he was feeling in his heart.

Perhaps, people are more worldly.

Gong Ning's life is back to tranquility, a person is on the line at three o'clock every day, taking orders, hanging up, and making money.

Bright Moon Weapons Club, Bai Lan Office.

There were three people sitting inside, Bai Lan, Feng Yan, and Yan Xiu.

"I'm sure you two have heard about it, right?" Bai Lan sat in the vice president's seat, looking at the two of them, and couldn't hear any emotions in her tone.

"I heard about it, it turns out that he has a heart attack." Speaking of this, the corners of Yan Xiu's mouth flashed with bitterness.

"What if you have a heart condition?" Feng Yan's tone was slightly unhappy, and said: "Gong Ning's talent is in his brain, and not in his hands, although he can't become a martial arts maker, but it is entirely possible for him to become an excellent martial arts designer in the future." ”

"But you should know that every top martial arts master is very high in terms of production and design, if he only designs drawings and does not make them himself, then all his design bases are only his theory, without a little practical experience, no matter how good the design drawings he draws, they are all on paper after all."

Yan Xiu looked at him calmly, saying very realistic questions.

"But his imagination is very rich, and the future may be ......" Feng Yan wanted to continue to argue a few words, but before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Yan Xiu's words: "He has no future." ”

With a fluttering sentence, Feng Yan's heart suddenly sank.

"His future can only be limited to the National Youth Martial Arts Knowledge Competition."

Yan Xiu's words, word by word, word by word, were like needles, and they were pierced into Fengyan's heart one by one.

"So, what does the vice president mean?" Feng Yan turned his head to look at Bai Lan.

Facing the eyes of the two, Bai Lan's face was still so calm, he couldn't see any emotion, for a long time, his voice was flat, and he said: "Let's look at his performance in the national knowledge competition first." ”

The corners of Feng Yan's mouth began to bitter.

Walking out of the office alone, a sadness inexplicably rose in Feng Yan's heart.

When he came to the club and saw Gong Ning again, Feng Yan squeezed out a smile and stepped forward: "Gong Ning, let's talk." ”

Hearing this line, Gong Ning was slightly stunned, turned his head, and saw Feng Yan with a smile on his face, but at this time, the smile on the latter's face had long since lost its previous heartlessness.

In the past, laughter was flamboyant, wanton, and unscrupulous, but now laughter is far-fetched, weak, and obviously does not want to laugh but has to laugh.

Laughter used to be his character, and now laughter is his etiquette.

Gong Ning smiled and did not refuse.

In fact, the communication between people is nothing more than four words in the final analysis.

came, looked embarrassed, didn't come, seemed affectionate, these Gong Ning understood.