These days, carefully protecting the evolving stand-in, Jost feels like he is 'pregnant'.

"It's hard to serve!"

turned his grief and anger into strength, and continued to eat a table of food.

After eating, he spun the iron ball.

Turn the iron ball in your hand and look at the time prompted by the system.

There are still a few hours left for the stand-in to evolve.

He's still looking forward to what his stand-in will become when he evolves.

At the beginning there was no combat effectiveness at all, and the combat effectiveness was even weaker than that of a dog.

Thinking about it, he didn't notice that the ball in his hand kept spinning.

"Not bad!"

Klaus saw the ball in Jost's hand and commented.

That's when Joost realized that his hand was instinctively turning the ball, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"yes, I've already practiced it."

As soon as the attention reached the hand, the ball flew out of the hand.

Embarrassed!

Jost's face was black.

Klaus smiled and said, "It's done, just don't be nervous." ”

"The next part is the real part."

He picked up two potatoes in his hand, one in his left hand and one in his right.

Whirlwind at the same time!

Fly out!

Two potatoes spin in the air and then collide together.

When he fell to the ground, Jost noticed that the skins on the surface of both potatoes had been 'peeled'.

When they collide in the air, they whirl and rub the skin off!

Jost looked shocked: "How is this possible. No, how??? ”

"It's simple."

Klaus stepped forward and picked up two potatoes whose skin had been 'peeled'.

"Believe in the maneuver!"

"That's lesson one."

Jost spoke with his eyes: You tease me?

"Believe it or not. Your task is to use the iron ball to whirl the potato skins on the ground, no matter what method you use, you can learn to whirl, and if you don't, you will prove that you have no talent. ”

"Well, I guess it's an idealistic manifestation of consciousness, maybe about the same as a stand-in, right?"

"Let's go into more detail."

Klaus stretched out his hands: "That's all, the rest is up to you to practice and understand by yourself." ”

"Come on, boy!"

Then he slapped Jost on the back, and Jost felt like he was being crushed by a road roller.

"Get out."

Then he rubbed his injured shoulder and continued: "If anyone really believes that you are a poet, he will suffer a great loss, and he is a berserker. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll get out, what's that, I'm short-handed, borrow some money."

Jost looked distressed: "How can I have money?!" And how did you run out!! ”

Klaus said slyly: "You said it yourself, I don't remember. ”

Then imitated Jost's chatter a few days ago: "Follow Dad, I'll take care of you." ”

Jost's black history was revealed, and it was indeed said by himself: "Didn't you just give you money yesterday!" ”

Klaus continued: "Look for yourself what you asked me to buy for you these two days. ”

"It's all spent."

"Okay, I'm going to fulfill Spa's request, and you know Tchaikovsky's ticket is hard to get.

"I've been released to the underground art salon, but I have to buy a decent set of clothes first."

Jost couldn't help it, after becoming the captain of this team, he didn't expect it to become an ATM first.

"Okay, I'm going too, I like his music too, I can get a few more tickets."

"It depends, wait until I infiltrate their salon and take you to feel the feelings. Now you peel the potatoes first. ”

Jost still gave the money to Klaus, but he did not forget to say that "the poet is really poor." ”

Klaus took the money and shrugged his shoulders and went out, and at the door Andre was already dressed in a formal suit and waiting.

Before leaving, I did not forget to remind: "Believe in maneuver." ”

When both members of the team left his captain, Jost felt that his captain had no cards.

However, the evolution of his own stand-in is the most important thing, and going out to wave is nothing at all.

In the past few days, the corrugated breathing method has also been gradually improving.

In addition to the physical exercise that was suspended because I wanted to 'hatch eggs', I seemed to be making progress in all aspects.

Jost counted what he had now, the special ripple breathing method, the evolving stand-in, the system in his head, and the training gyro in his hand.

Skills are not pressing.

Study hard!

Jost began to try to throw the spinning iron ball in his hand.

"Bang."

I didn't hit the potato at all, and I couldn't control the direction at all after flying out.

Practice again and again.

.......

"Bang."

The spinning iron ball finally hit the potato once, but knocked the potato away, and it was impossible to control the spin on the surface of the potato, and then peeled the potato through the whirl.

"I believe in maneuver!"

"I believe in maneuver!"

"I believe in maneuver!"

Important words were said three times.

"Keep practicing!"

.......

Klaus and André walked to the tavern from the last time, where the poet was still struggling with the choice of words.

"Hey, I think that's good. The poem is very beautiful and very touching. ”

"Hello, my name is Andrei Andreevich Andreyev." ““

The man looked up and looked.

"Klaus."

"Wait, I don't think it's good enough, it's not good."

"I think it's really well written," "A voice is ignored again."

Then he scratched his head and remembered.

Klaus called for a bottle of wine and poured it for him: "You said you could write it yesterday, why haven't you finished it today." ”

After taking a sip of wine, the poet said, "Thank you, what are you anxious about, two days after the next salon, I will directly introduce you to it." ”

"Okay, you said."

With that, Klaus began his daily daily task, performing to recharge.

Finish the show in this tavern.

Seeing that the poet had not yet been written, Klaus asked Andre, who was standing in the crowd but felt like he had been pampered, "Is there a better tavern nearby?" With piano. ”

Seeing that someone had finally spoken to him, Andre hurriedly said enthusiastically: "I know, I know, I'll take you there." ”

Klaus picked up the scruffy poet and walked away.

......

"Wait, this gentleman behind you can't go in."

Sure enough, the sloppy poet was stopped, which was already very polite.

Klaus quietly threw an iron ball at this time.

I saw that the doorman suddenly had a hideous face, his legs clamped, and he seemed to have something to say.

In the end, only one sentence remained: "Not allowed to enter!! And then he quickly twisted and ran away.

"Klaus's stand-in ability can actually make others anxious, and you must not offend him in the future," Andre said as he walked in.

As he walked, he followed the poet.

Klaus took them to a seat, then ordered a bottle of wine and said, "You can write here, it might be more inspiring." ”

"Isn't it the same everywhere, wasting my time, really." The poet then immersed himself in his own poem.

Klaus stepped aside and whispered something to the boss, who stretched out his hand and gestured.

Then he walked to the piano on the side.

When the surrounding guests saw someone who seemed to want to play, they also cast curious glances.

At this point, Klaus was thinking about what to play, and he wanted to see if he could use music to help the poet and push him one last time.

He thought about it for a moment, then decided, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The surrounding voices also stopped at this time.

Then the fingertips touch the keys softly, and the melody of Liszt's "Dream of Love" flows like a mountain river. At this time, his stand-in ability "Requiem" has been quietly activated.

When the poet, who was struggling, heard this voice, the tip of his pen suddenly stopped, and he did not continue to draw on the paper. Calm and bowed his head.

The others also listened quietly to this beautiful melody, and each seemed to remember something, and their expressions were different.

I heard half of the poet's hoarse voice, which only he could hear, saying, "Do I like her?" ”

"Do I really like her?"

André whispered, "Klaus played so well, right?" ”

"No, I don't like her."

"Yes, I don't like it."

.......

"But I love—" He stretched out his hands tremblingly, smiling, as if remembering something happy and beautiful.

"I love your gentle hands."

"I love your thoughts, I caught them in an instant, I love your beautiful and warm voice."

At this time, the sound of the piano also became rapid

"But,"

"Oh,"

"But I don't love you."

"I love all the things you touch: the old wooden chairs and your pillows."

He continued to talk to himself, as if to someone, "I remember those songs you liked. I sing them all the time for you. ”

"But why do I always have insomnia, if..."

"No if..."

"I don't love you anyway..."

Then the sound of the piano returned to softness, but by this time the poet's mood became manic: "I walked up and down the room, sighing deeply, and I crushed my heart with my memory. ”

"What the hell is going on!"

"I don't know!"

Then a tear fell on his smiling face and dripped on his hand

"Could it be that I really love you?"

At this time, the music also stopped, and there was a burst of applause around him, drowning out his muttering.

[Note: The poem is selected from "I Love Your Gentle Hands" - Andrei Yakushev]