She didn't know how terrifying the scholar's sword was.
It is impossible for people who have been chopped by scholars to "heal".
Qianqian's connection with everything around her has been completely severed by the scholar.
Without this game, when Qianqian returns to her home again, her relationship with Xu Cheng will only be a mechanical "father-daughter" relationship.
It sounds like... nothing, right?
After all, they were originally father and daughter!
But that is by no means Qianqian and Xu Cheng’s daily life.
This father and daughter are already "abnormal", so how can they be a "normal" father and daughter?
What normal father would let his daughter fight in a bloody underground boxing match?
What normal daughter would allow her father to take turns tasting tobacco, alcohol, and sweets?
These are all abnormal.
These impacts caused by scholars are "irreversible" in an absolute sense.
Just like a torn piece of paper, it is absolutely impossible to restore it to its original appearance with normal human effort.
The president's judgment is absolutely correct. The combination of cognitive and linking characteristics possessed by scholars is definitely an extremely terrifying compound ability!
fortunately.
Fortunately, neither Xu Cheng nor Qianqian are normal.
Xu Cheng doesn't care about it for now, but Qianqian has relied on her own efforts to re-establish new connections based on the original connections that were completely cut off!
Qianqian is an ordinary person, she has never been involved in the extraordinary.
But even if we look at the entire blue sky, there are only a few people who can re-establish the connection between themselves and the entire world with zero foundation!
Qianqian does it...
"wrong!"
The scholar's cross pupils rotated at high speed, and he waved his hand to interrupt these remarks.
"She didn't reconnect with everything around her!"
As scholars with cognitive characteristics, they observe the element of "thin thread of connection" particularly carefully.
Because of this, he was able to see more things that were difficult for him to understand.
"She has not reconnected with the world."
"On the contrary..."
“She made the world relate to her!”
The scholar murmured.
"How is this possible?"
…
Qianqian doesn't care.
Because she is happy now.
When she stretched out her left hand and collided with the back of the curator's left hand, she was really happy.
never mind.
Purpose, meaning, value, thoughts and ideas...
Nothing matters anymore.
In Qianqian's eyes, the whole world has changed.
The scattered blood and sweat turned into dots of ink, and the black substance gradually spread, surrounding himself and the curator.
A feeling of ink and wash.
Qianqian felt like she had turned into a puddle of water, or rather a puddle of paint.
She gradually melted into the boxing arena, feeling like she had broken through all the cages and turned into a free and happy fairy.
What do goblins look like?
Ha, does it have a tail?
Qianqian grinned.
She felt that this should be the sequelae of being hit in the head and eyes one after another. Others could not see this phenomenon, but this was not the case.
Everyone present——
Whether it is the curator opposite Qianqian, or ordinary friends including office workers and rich second generation, or Xu Cheng, the scholar, the president, Chu Qiu, the middle-aged shop owner...
The arena in these people's eyes has all changed.
Becomes blurry, becomes like splashing ink, becomes so beautiful, yet elusive...
That is not an ink painting.
Ink painting should be delicate, elegant, and full of rhythm and rhythm.
But that scene was not like that.
If I have to give an analogy, it's like the barbarians in ancient times accidentally discovered a pool of ink on the road.
The barbarians began to cheer, the barbarians began to get excited, and the barbarians began to howl.
He dipped his hands and feet into the water in the ink pond and began to dance wildly on the desolate and desolate land.
It was a pure emotional catharsis, mixed with unparalleled wildness and freedom!
The battle between Qianqian and the curator felt like this.
The backs of their hands meet.
Then--
Let the fight begin!
…
It was a battle that is difficult to describe in words.
Even though the old man had arranged many camera positions for filming and recording early on, when he wanted to watch the game again after many days, he found that it was nothing more than that.
It's just above the first-tier level.
In the camera lens, Qianqian and the curator intertwined each other's left hands, and simultaneously punched each other's body with their right fists.
Swish——!
The two men's right fists hit each other's faces at the same time.
The curator's fist was really too heavy.
Qianqian had been hit several times in succession, so she couldn't bear the fight with the curator and fell down.
And at that moment, she actually grabbed the curator's arm and locked the curator's left arm in a reverse cross posture!
It's hanging in the air.
The curator steadied his stance, raised his left hand high, and slammed Qianqian to the ground.
boom!
The curator's smashing was different from Xu Cheng's.
No matter how proficient he is in fighting skills, he is still an ordinary middle-aged uncle after all.
The curator couldn't make a big hole in the ground, but he could increase the power of this move from ten to fifteen!
boom!
Qianqian's back was hit hard to the ground.
This move was enough to determine the outcome, but the curator's expression did not relax at all.
Because the feeling coming from his left hand was obviously wrong.
Qianqian had already released her inverse crossbar the moment she landed, and leaned over to the left front of the curator.
Lift one foot and kick upward!
boom!
The curator was hit on the chin.
For top fighters, there are vital points everywhere on the human body, including the chin.
The heavy blow to the chin caused the curator's vision to go blank.
When I came to my senses again, I opened my eyes and saw the chandelier on the ceiling, and my ears were filled with the shouts and cheers of the audience.
The curator lost.
Qianqian won.
The video ends here.
…
Just like people always like to watch the World Cup live.
Even though the game in the video can be watched from multiple cameras, the feeling of watching the game live is truly indescribable.
The shouts and cheers were like thunder.
It was an excellent event that cannot be perfectly reproduced by modern broadcast equipment!
Qianqian won.
She used her last strength to raise her right hand high, declaring her victory.
She is still the "champion".
…
In the stands.
The scholar's face looked extremely ugly.
He originally wanted to use this to break through the psychological defense of Xu Cheng, who was one of the fixed values, but unexpectedly, he was proved wrong.
"This is impossible……"
Scholars murmured, unwilling to admit the reality.
"Why?"
"Let me tell you..."
A low hoarse voice came.
Everyone turned around and saw that the person speaking was actually the middle-aged shop owner!
Why is he interrupting at this time? What qualifications does he have to interrupt?
But when the middle-aged shop owner raised his head, the situation was different again.
A flame shot up into the sky, burning half of the middle-aged shop owner's face.
He murmured in a hoarse voice that did not belong to a middle-aged shopkeeper:
"In my calculations, that little girl is the fixed value of the element of 'competition'."
Who is speaking?
The speaker is a mathematician.
The mathematician who should have been burned alive in this strange world long ago!
