Chapter 451 Campus clubs, the little secret of visualization
Half a day later, Whitman Eddie attended the club's gathering.
Until now, he is still in a daze.
"I now have seven points of contribution to the Artificial God Pangu Project, ranking among the top million in the world. According to the proportion of contribution, I can use this Pangu ring anytime, anywhere, consume contribution points, and mount the abilities in the extraordinary list..."
Flame, thunder, sand, dust, ocean, space...
The "mountable abilities" options currently displayed in the list are all those noble and extraordinary superstring awakening abilities.
In order to conduct experiments, Whitman Eddie spent some contribution points and equipped himself with the ability of "Fire Control Authority Level 1, 24 hours".
As long as he touches the Pangu ring on his index finger, Whitman Eddie can feel some information poured into his mind.
"The cumulative contribution point is 7 points, and the remaining disposable contribution point is 6 points."
"Current mounting capability: Level 1 flame control authority, remaining time is twenty-three hours, twenty minutes and thirty-six seconds."
Suddenly someone tapped Whitman Eddie on the shoulder: "You idiot, what are you thinking about?"
He raised his head suddenly, and a ball of scarlet fire that was as thick as blood exploded in his eyes, and the original color of his pupils could not be seen at all.
"Wow!!! Eddie has awakened! Super string awakener! Fire ability!"
The person who originally came to pat Eddie on the shoulder was not his friend, but just an acquaintance in the club with an outgoing personality. When he saw this scene, he immediately started shouting loudly.
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.
The burning gaze made Eddie feel uncomfortable all over Whitman.
In the past, the most prominent students in the United States were often captains of the basketball team or runners on the football team. They were very anti-intellectual. People who only knew how to study and had good academic performance but were not very good at sports were often called
For freaks, weirdos.
Nowadays, only the students with good grades are still in the same situation, and being bullied is still a daily routine, but the students who are most popular are no longer the members of the basketball team and the football team.
Extraordinary one!
Only the extraordinary can deal with the extraordinary!
Even if he is only a first-level transcendent, he can always steal the show in school brawls and jealous fights.
Especially those who play with fire, control thunder, and those who have awakened the soil-plastic cells. The former is so cool that it can blast the sky, while the latter can simply glide in the air with a girl.
Even some of the so-called freaks, the top students at the bottom of the American campus food chain, after awakening these three abilities, the girls on the cheerleading team were willing to line up to help them complete the transition from teenagers to men.
change.
Whitman Eddie obviously saw surprise and a hint of teasing in the eyes of the girl he liked.
He has no doubt that at this time, as long as he hooks his fingers, the other party will give up her well-limbed and simple-minded center boyfriend and go applaud love with him, without having to bring a small umbrella!
But he is still a little confused now and has no time to think about those issues.
"This...this is not my ability, I just mounted it..."
Whitman Eddie's voice was very small and submissive, suppressed by the loud discussions of the people around him, and no one heard what he was saying.
It's very sad. When this guy was in school, he was just a "weirdo" who was only good at studying. He had low self-esteem and was cowardly. Now he would feel the envy, jealousy and hatred of people around him, and he would not dare to tell the truth anymore.
He was afraid that if he told the truth, he would be caught by the bullies and beaten up.
This small campus club is called "Jiangjing" and he is an otherfuker! My IQ is normal! I just want to test it!"
Hearing the conversation among the club members, Whitman Eddie felt extremely passionate.
It turns out that I am a genius of visualization!
That is to say, there is no metal slime in the United States that can test the value of spiritual power. Otherwise, Whitman Eddie guessed that he should also be a genius in spiritual power cultivation.
He made an excuse, slipped back home, took out his yoga mat again, and started to meditate with his five hearts in the sky.
An hour later.
"Your current contribution is 6.3. Thank you for your contribution and efforts to protect the earth's civilization. Please continue your efforts."
Whitman Eddie felt a basin of ice water poured on his head.
A full hour of meditation only added 0.3 points of contribution.
Why exactly?
Is it because I am not pious enough?
Or, because the show off just now was posted to the YouTube video website by club members, more people began to participate in the Artificial God Pangu Project, and there were more competitors, so the contribution growth was slower?
Whitman Eddie was thinking wildly and was confused.
He spent another half hour trying to visualize.
In the end, it was discovered that in this half hour, the contribution rate only increased by 0.1, which was not as good as before!
This sense of suffocation made Whitman Eddie feel as if he had fallen from heaven to hell.
What exactly went wrong?
Obviously, I am still among the top million in the world in terms of contribution!
Whitman Eddie brooded.
Suddenly, a spiritual light flashed in front of my eyes!
Could it be said that confusing the images of Yan Anqing and Pangu during visualization can actually increase more contributions?
Whitman Eddie suppressed the throbbing in his heart and tried again... : :