The little stickman doesn't speak, but he can understand the instructions given by Qian Jing, whether verbally or with gestures. It shows an extraordinary ability to understand and at the same time is very lively and active, it is simply fun!

"Come, jump on your hands!" Qian Jing opened his palm, and the stickman easily jumped into his palm, and then raised his thumb high, as if he was showing off. Stickman is very light, perhaps only a few grams, and can only be felt by concentration. The money mirror makes it walk around in the hand, and if you close your eyes, it is extremely difficult to detect by touch alone.

"How much strength can you have, how about showing me as much force as you can?"

The stickman nodded, jumped back to the table from the palm of his hand, and ran to a gel pen. "yes, you try to throw it out and see how far you can throw it, that's a good idea. ”

As soon as the words fell, Qian Jing felt that his whole body was weak, and he slammed on the table again. Fortunately, this time he did not lose consciousness, but only lost his muscle strength. At the same time, the stickman grabbed the pen in both hands and threw it out. Like a flash of light, the pen disappeared in an instant.

The strength returned to Qian Jing's body, as if he had never left, and he could completely control his muscles again. Obviously, the stickman uses the power of the money mirror, and the maximum limit is limited by his physical fitness, which is the same law as when creating objects with mind-shaping ink.

"It seems that there is no step to the sky, and there has always been to continue to work hard, and if you want to gain more, you have to pay more. Qian Jing gave a thumbs up to the stickman, then stood up to retrieve the pen. "Strange, where did you throw it?"

Finally, Qian Jing found a round hole in the glass, the size of the missing pen. The glass wasn't shattered, a whole hole, the edges of which had the feeling of melting, as if it had been pierced by red-hot steel bars.

Qian Jing looked at the hole, and then looked back at the stickman, his eyes were full of incredulity. His calculations were wrong, and his power was indeed borrowed by the stickman, but the results were far worse than if he had used those powers himself—if he had been allowed to throw the pen, he would not have been able to penetrate and burn the molten glass by friction. Can a stickman amplify his power?

Desperately struggling to experience the collapse again, Qian Jing lent all his strength to the stickman and let it lift its maximum weight. After testing, the stickman's ability to lift tables, chairs, and beds is the same as his own, and he does not have the ability to amplify and double his strength. It seems that the real ability of the stickman lies in the way he uses his strength, which is far more concentrated and efficient than Qian Jing, and the speed of the explosion is faster.

"After all, you don't have a bone and muscular system, your body is solid, not soft water......" Qian Jing snapped his fingers, "Oh, why didn't I expect it earlier! Although my strength is not commendable, but your weight is so light! The same force can exert a greater effect on you, at least it can produce stronger acceleration! Come, stickman, come on Hulk jump!"

The stickman bent his leg slightly and kicked it violently. The surface of the desk clicked, and a dozen cracks stretched out. A stream of air burst out from the starting point, blowing away the items on the table, the paper was torn in the air, the cup rolled to the ground, and a visible impact ** poured the money mirror. The stickman turned into a thin black line, and just left the table, presumably managed to break through the sound barrier, and then crashed into the thermal barrier.

Black smoke filled the air, and then drifted into the nostrils of the money mirror, completing the recovery. "You are the forerunner of the stickman, and future generations will always remember that speed is a powerful physical attribute, and it will always be a double-edged sword. ”

Qian Jing didn't know the composition of the Mind Shaping Ink itself, and there was no way to detect its physical properties, after all, it would always change into something else depending on the shape of the second back. Therefore, Qian Jing has no way of knowing the temperature that the stickman can withstand, so he can't calculate the maximum movement speed it can withstand. As long as it moves in the atmosphere, frictional air will always generate heat, which cannot be avoided unless you go to vacuum outer space. The body structure of the stickman, the big head and slender body, is not at all suitable for flying - the human body form has not evolved for flight. Therefore, the stickman must take it easy and slowly try out the safety limit of high-speed movement step by step.

"I have no problem running a 30 km/h run on flat ground, while the stickman weighs about 1/50,000th of mine, and it's more explosive and controlled. So, ideally, that is converted to the speed of sound...... It can reach 1,800 times the speed of sound? Is there something wrong with that? Mach 1,800? The second cosmic velocity out of Earth's orbit is only 33 times the speed of sound. Oh my God, no wonder it was burned down, no one can stand it!"

Qian Jing couldn't help but be afraid, fortunately he threw a ballpoint pen before, and he threw it towards the sky outside the window, otherwise I don't know how big a mess it would be! The plastic ballpoint pen burned while flying, and all of it quickly turned into gas, so it was less destructive. If you are throwing a metal object, such as ...... Like a needle.

The armor-piercing shells of modern tanks are actually enlarged needles, which are thin and long, especially hard, which can better penetrate the armor, and then turn into a scorching metal stream by the high temperature generated by the impact, which can be combined with the fragments to cause direct damage or detonation. Qian Jing felt that his stickman should be able to achieve similar abilities. He couldn't find a tank to try, and of course there was no need to make such an attempt, he just needed to know that the stickman was a sure winner for ordinary people.

"This can be regarded as having a little means of self-preservation, and if necessary, you can destroy the wicked. Qian Jing sat back in his chair and felt a lot more settled. Acquiring superpowers is like suddenly having wealth, it's just a beautiful idea, and only having the ability to protect, manage, and use your wealth can really be regarded as the beginning of a new life.

Qian Jing rested for a while, drank some water, and then devoted himself to the study of the matchman. He didn't feel tired at all, he didn't want to rest in his mind at all, and he didn't get tired after being highly concentrated for a long time. He was busy until dawn fell, when the first rays of the morning sun shone through the cracks in the curtains. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he was going to work at the White Flag grocery store today, he would have preferred to stay in the dormitory and study his superpowers.

"My stomach is full of crispy noodles soaked in water, I'm not hungry at all, it seems that I don't need to eat breakfast......" Qian Jing put away the paper on the table and the ground, and then tore the few sheets full of "conjectures" and "questions" to shreds. He originally wanted to throw it directly into the garbage basket, but it happened that his stomach was swollen and he wanted to go to the toilet, so he took it and flushed it out.

As soon as he left the dormitory, three masked men with a particularly thin body sneaked through the door. One person installed pinhole cameras for wireless charging everywhere, one person checked Qian Jing's bed and desk, one person rummaged through trash cans, and finally three people searched the place thoroughly.

"Didn't find any useful clues, what about you?" asked one of the masked men, in a low voice, and received a negative answer. "Maybe he doesn't know anything for a while, but we can't take it lightly. Find a room on the opposite side as soon as possible today and set up all the equipment. ”

"Bane, you've let your boss down once, and this is your last chance. The man continued: "This kid named Qian Jing has delayed the boss's plan, he is a bastard, and he must be taught a lesson! But the boss said that if he can be bribed and work for us, this lesson can be kept for the time being. Your job is to make this judgment with your own life as collateral, understand?"

"Understood, I won't fail again!"