"My mom and dad, I'm going to school after I finished eating." Zhang Qingyang dries all the noodles in three mouthfuls, and there is no soup left. He carries his schoolbag and runs away.

I came to the library with anticipation all the way, like a jumping deer. I couldn't wait to enter the inner universe, and a twisty and ugly single-plank bridge appeared in front of Zhang Qingyang.

Most of the bridge of the mind is in the inner universe, and only a small section extends outward from the inner universe. The entire bridge body is like a floating bridge on the water surface, constantly shaking, shaking its head and tail, like a long insect.

When Zhang Qingyang focused his attention, he vaguely felt that the other end of the bridge of the soul seemed to be immersed in the sea of ​​information. Countless fragments of information were flowing, changing, and disappearing.

Zhang Qingyang suddenly realized that when he was having dinner in the morning, his sudden sensitivity to the outside world was because the bridge of the soul captured external information.

He suddenly felt like he was playing, and controlled the bridge of his mind to capture the information wandering in the sea of ​​information in the outside world.

"Go up, get that message back."

The Bridge of Mind received Zhang Qingyang's order and shook his head, trying his best to lengthen his body in the outer universe to capture that piece of information. However, his body became straight and almost broke. It was still a long distance away from the seemingly close piece of information.

"This is what is called short hand." It took Zhang Qingyang a long time to give up.

"Hey, this one is swimming over, catch it quickly." Zhang Qingyang saw a piece of information swam past him.

The Bridge of Mind just put its "tennis" on that information flow, but suddenly it was bounced open by a layer of protective cover that emerged outside the information flow.

Zhang Qingyang's mind was shocked and his consciousness bounced out of the inner universe.

"What..." Zhang Qingyang just muttered, and a person suddenly appeared in his sight. A woman with black-framed glasses looked alert and cold. Looking at Zhang Qingyang's eyes, it seemed that she was looking at some criminal.

Zhang Qingyang's mouth twitched, and suddenly he realized that the message that was very close to him just now came from the indifferent woman in front of him.

"In this way, even if you have a bridge of the mind, it is not omnipotent, and it is not something that can be captured by any information." Zhang Qingyang thought to himself, "Think about it, if the bridge of the mind can capture the information in the sea of ​​information at will, it would be too amazing. No matter who wants to know, you can capture the other party's information through the bridge of the mind."

"But even so, the bridge of the soul is still very powerful." Zhang Qingyang was quite satisfied with the bridge of the soul. "With this, communicating with pet animals is naturally countless times stronger than ordinary people. Now it is like a rope that has been enlarged several times. It is a bit exaggerating to say that it is a bridge. When it really becomes a bridge, how powerful it should be."

Zhang Qingyang looked at it happily. No matter how he looked, he felt that this single-plank bridge was pleasing to the eye. It was so beautiful, full of spirituality and unconventional charm.

After watching for most of the day, Zhang Qingyang smacked his lips and retracted his attention.

The ugly brick-making machine under my feet is still meticulously absorbing mental power and turning it into a spiritual brick.

"There are about eight to ten bricks a day, sometimes even fewer, which may be related to my usual mental state." Zhang Qingyang looked at the brick-making machine and thought, "If what I do in reality requires more energy, the mental power of brick-making in the inner universe will be less responsive. On the contrary, if I do nothing in a day, I may be able to build a few more bricks."

"Although the bridge of the soul has been built now, it has to be expanded on this basis later. Therefore, the brick-making machine has to make bricks with full capacity."

After exiting the inner universe, Zhang Qingyang calmed down and continued reading in the library.

He attended the Mechanical Branch for a year and now he transferred to the Pet Branch. Although he was directly in the second grade, he still needed to study and make up for the first grade courses and had to pass the exam to get enough credits.

Although the management of the Pet Branch in all aspects is relatively relaxed, Zhang Qingyang himself must take it seriously.

After reading a book called "History of Geography of Pets", Zhang Qingyang thought this geography history was quite interesting. It talked about which pet animals are in different geographical environments. In fact, it is the distribution of pet animals on the world map. In addition, it also briefly explained the relationship between the environment and pet animals.

Zhang Qingyang plans to read the book "Origin of Pet Beasts" tomorrow, which corresponds to "History of Pet Beasts Geography" and should be able to gain more.

It was getting darker, and Zhang Qingyang packed up his books and went home from school.

After leaving the library, there were no few people in the huge Pet Branch. When it was the Machinery Branch, many classrooms were brightly lit and many students were reviewing their homework.

Zhang Qingyang sighed. Last year, he was one of them. Everyone was optimistic about him. Today, he could only stand outside and look at them from afar.

Life changes so quickly that it is so fast.

When I was about to get home, there was something wrong in front of me.

It seems that many people gathered in front, and the location should be Zhang Qingyang’s small breakfast shop.

Zhang Qingyang ran, and the cold wind whistled across his cheeks. Someone on both sides kept gathering in front, and Zhang Qingyang's heart was sinking. Looking at the direction of the crowd, it was undoubtedly his own breakfast shop.

A bunch of people gathered at the entrance of the breakfast shop, three floors inside and three floors outside.

Zhang Qingyang heard his mother's crying voice vaguely, and some outsiders shouted proudly.

"Give me!" Zhang Qingyang's face turned cold, and he pushed away the crowd and squeezed in.

After practicing the Black Bear Body Forging Technique, Zhang Qingyang's strength became stronger and stronger. Although the crowd was dense, he opened the gap as soon as he tried hard.

The person who was opened turned around and was about to scold him. The person next to him quickly pulled him and said, "No, it's Lao Zhang's son, let him go."

Zhang Qingyang squeezed out the crowd and saw his father standing outside the store with a sharp knife that usually cuts his flesh, blocking Zhang's mother with tears on her face, pointing to a group of gangsters outside who don't look like good people.

The store entrance was in a mess. The signs and other scattered items that were originally placed outside the store were all overturned and smashed. Some foul smells poured around it.

The passionate blood rushed up to his head in an instant, and Zhang Qingyang turned around and looked over.

Liao Hu pointed at Zhang Qingyang and said to a big man standing next to him: "This little boy is also from their family. He is extremely arrogant because he is a student of Nanling Academy."

"Come back, come back soon!" Zhang Qingyang's angry and anxious voice sounded behind him.

When Zhang Qingyang saw Liao Hu, he roughly guessed what was going on. When his eyes turned to the face of the big man beside Liao Hu, he was stunned for a moment.

The big man was stunned when he saw Zhang Qingyang, with a little bit of viciousness and fear in his eyes.
Chapter completed!