Looking at Zhang Mengjie with a slightly red face, Han Dong was speechless. When did he say he liked her? He was inexplicably sent a good person card.

"Zhang Mengjie, are there some misunderstandings between us?" Han Dong couldn't help asking.

"Misunderstanding?" Zhang Mengjie slapped her big eyes twice, as if she understood something, and she looked like she suddenly realized her mind, and she nodded quickly and said, "Oh, I understand. We will still be good friends in the future, and I will not tell others everywhere..."

Han Dong: "Is he a good friend..."

"Okay, I understand." Han Dong nodded expressionlessly, but in the end he couldn't help asking: "Who told you that I like you?"

"Didn't you ask Song Yu to tell Lin Dan and let Lin Dan tell me?" Zhang Mengjie asked in confusion.

Han Dong nodded and understood that it was Song Yu's big mouth. Now Han Dong wanted to press Song Yu to the ground and beat him up.

...

Of course, it was impossible for Han Dong to really beat Song Yu up. When he returned to the classroom, Han Dong no longer had the intention to do any papers and memorize the knowledge points.

After thinking for a while, Han Dong took out a piece of white paper from his schoolbag, and then began to draw the talisman in the structure diagram of the spiritual power weapon recorded in the notebook.

This talisman is made of more than a dozen thread segments of thickness, thinness, length and short entanglement and woven. When you suddenly see it, it looks very similar to the Chinese knot in your previous life. Not to mention the description, ordinary people will feel dizzy after staring at it for a while.

It is not easy to describe on paper. Although it does not need to be completed at one time, some places that are thicker require continuous application with a pen, and there are also subtle differences in the way of connecting and entanglement. In this way, Han Dong drew nearly ten minutes to draw this talisman, and the talisman drawn is at most 80% similar to the real ones, especially the three-dimensional picture, which is not an easy task for Han Dong to depict the first time.

When building a spiritual weapon, you need to use your mental power to draw the talisman at one time, and there is no error. As long as there is a mistake in one detail, the entire talisman will collapse directly, which is a hundred times more difficult than simply drawing it on white paper.

However, according to the notebook in the dream, the talisman depicted by Han Dong is still the simplest and most basic talisman, and there must be a more responsible, more difficult and more powerful talisman in the future.

Looking at the empty classroom, Han Dong couldn't help but try again. He crumpled the white paper depicting the talisman in his hand and stuffed it into his schoolbag. Han Dong closed his eyes and lay on the table to pretend to rest, but his mind was once again immersed in his mind. In the darkness, the door of the soul was filled with a faint light, and from time to time, a light golden spot of light floated out of the door of the soul and slowly merged into the surrounding darkness.

Standing at the door of the soul, Han Dong began to mobilize his mental power and slowly construct the entire talisman. After more than ten minutes, Han Dong's face suddenly turned pale. He opened his eyes, sighed, and failed again.

After finally spending a whole morning, the mental value accumulated was also consumed. Han Dong now felt a headache and quickly entered a state of meditation and slowly recovered his mental power.

Dingling ~

A ringtone of the get out of class interrupted Han Dong's meditation state, which made his chest feel bored and he retching twice. His head seemed to be about to explode and he couldn't help but moan in a low voice.

Meditation requires a quiet environment. Once interrupted by external voices, it will be subjected to mental backlash. Fortunately, Han Dong's cultivation is not high. Even if he is interrupted, he will feel uncomfortable for a while at most and his body will not suffer any serious injuries.

Song Yu walked in from outside the classroom with an expression of unfulfilled expression. When he saw Han Dong, his eyes lit up and he sat on his seat and began to describe the beautiful scenes he saw in the swimming pool to Han Dong.

Han Dong opened his mouth and wanted to question the other party about Zhang Mengjie, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up. Such a thing can't be found at all. With Song Yu's perplexity, he might even confirm that he likes Zhang Mengjie...

"It's a wonderful fact that God is!" For a moment, Han Dong felt even more painful.

At the end of the day's course, Han Dong felt like he was playing daily life in the game, repeating the same things every day. If there was no Nightmare Game, I believe his life would be like a pool of stagnant water without any turmoil.

After school, Han Dong came to the bus stop and was waiting for the bus home. At this time, a girl in sportswear was sitting on the bench on the platform, holding a painting board and outlining some buildings opposite with a pencil.

"Classmate, can you draw portraits?" A boy who looked seventeen or eighteen, stood beside her in school uniform and looked for a while, and couldn't help asking.

"Do you want me to draw one for you? But the price is not cheap!" the girl said without raising her head.

The boy was stunned, put his hand into the mouth of his pants and rubbed it twice, and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"Fifty!" the girl replied.

The boy showed a look of embarrassment on his face. You know, fifty yuan is not a small amount for an ordinary high school student. Han Dong's pocket money for a week is only fifty, which also includes the fare for school in the afternoon and the meal fee for lunch in the cafeteria. If it were him, he would not be willing to draw fifty yuan for someone to paint a portrait of him.

After hesitating for a long time, the boy stared at the girl's face for a while, gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Okay, draw one!"

The girl was a little surprised and looked up at the boy, but soon a smile appeared on her face. She was able to earn fifty dollars while waiting for the car, which was not often encountered for her.

"Okay, come and squat across from me." The girl immediately stopped, pulled out half of the drawing paper, put it on the last page, and then chose a blank drawing paper to hold it.

He looked up at the boy opposite, couldn't help frowning, pointed back and said, "It's too close, you can squat farther."

The boy was a little helpless and took two steps back. When the girl saw that he would step back again, she would go up the road. She frowned and nodded, and began to draw quickly.

The girl compared the boy's appearance and showed that she drew a nose, then her eyes, mouth, and finally the outline of her face. She seemed very skillful. In less than ten minutes, she drew out the boy's appearance.

Han Dong couldn't help but feel a little envious when he saw the girl finishing her drawing skillfully. The portraits on the paper were as good as those of the squatting boy.

"I earned my pocket money for a week in ten minutes... Should I also learn a craft to earn some pocket money?" Han Dong couldn't help thinking.

"It's done." The girl took out the drawing paper and handed it to the boy, took the fifty-yuan banknote handed over by the boy, smiled at him, and boarded a bus that had just arrived.

"Can you give me your couplet..." The boy looked at the bus slowly driving away, with a blank look on his face. He looked down at the drawing paper in his hand, sighed, slowly rolled up, and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

Han Dong remembered the girl's painting technique just now, and should be just a beginner. He looked at the boy's expression at this moment, and couldn't help but look funny on his face.

"Hey, the girl's painting technique just now..." Han Dong suddenly had an inspiration in his mind, and he seemed to have been fired, and he froze immediately. Soon, his face showed a look of surprise and a eagerness to try.
Chapter completed!