I am Feng Jun

Chapter 213 213. Fair
Shen Ci stared at the tangle of twisted lines on the paper, his thoughts wandered a bit.

I think it was difficult when he drew human anatomy diagrams.

Even his anatomy tutor looked constipated after reading it.

Resisting the urge to tear the thing into pieces, he called Shen Ci to ask him 'kindly'.

What kind of new structure species did he create!

That proportion, that structure, that twisted and chaotic lines.
Aliens are nothing but this!

The anatomical diagram of the human body that has long been imprinted in Shen Ci's mind, he has been drawing for several years and still has the same virtue.

There are some well-painted ones, which are lifelike, no different from that model.

If the painting is not good, no matter how bad it is, it can barely be seen as a person.

Only Shen Ci can never even see the appearance of an alien.

And every drawing is different.

Every time he can create a new species.

The instructor punished him to draw countless times, but he still had that ghostly appearance.

Later, the strange human anatomy diagrams drawn by Shen Ci in the tutor's office could be accumulated into a book, and he finally couldn't help but compromise.

Seeing that Shen Ci can recite the structural position and functional relationship of each part of the human body fluently, he is no longer forced to create human body structures that do not exist in the world.

At this moment, Shen Ci was holding the pen with his right hand, and the tip of the pen was dipped in ink, but he recalled the fear of being dominated by human anatomy diagrams back then, and fell into a weird silence.

Shen Ci couldn't write for a long time, a drop of thick ink on the nib of the pen dripped onto the paper with a splash, and the ink streaks spread out along the lines of the paper, gradually blurring.

The originally invisible shapes and patterns on the paper were even more invisible after being blotted with ink.

"Young landlord?"

Huangfu Xing, who was studying ink at the side, saw Shen Ci standing there in a daze, and called out.

The main reason is that he can't understand the pattern in Shen Ci's pen, what the hell is it.

Shen Ci came back to his senses, blinked his eyes, and seeing the ghost on the paper, he simply threw the paper ball out, and then took out another sheet.

The whole series of movements are smooth and smooth, and it is proficient at first glance.

"Young master, what are you trying to paint?" Huangfu Xing asked in confusion.

"Component"

Shen Ci responded lightly, dipped in the ink again, frowned slightly, but didn't know how to write.

The barrel, the frame, the runner, the rotary, the runner shaft, the pawl, the firing pin, the trigger, the frame, etc., all the structure and data of all the parts come to mind clearly, without any deviation.

But when it fell on the paper, it became a black stain like a ball of ants.

Shen Ci: "."

Don't say that these people don't know what kind of parts it is.

Even those who are extremely proficient in firearms would not be able to recognize this part of Shen Ci's painting!
Just like his anatomy instructor who was very familiar with the structure of the human body and had seen all kinds of anatomical diagrams drawn by students, but he still couldn't see what he was drawing.

Shen Ci condensed his eyes, his expression was really not good, and he threw another scrap of paper on the table into a ball and threw it out.

The waste paper on the ground gradually increased, and there were probably more than a dozen paper balls.

The three people watching on the sidelines have not been able to see what he is drawing.

"Young master, this part of yours is very... peculiar."

Huangfu Xing noticed the faint depression emanating from Shen Ci's body, and broke the silence with his words.

What is the part, because it is too difficult to draw and the drawing is not good.

Or is it that the young host's painting skills are too poor?

Huangfu Xing didn't dare to ask, Shangguan Kai didn't dare to ask, and Murong Yi didn't dare to ask.

Shen Ci's fingers holding the pen turned slightly red due to excessive force, as if he was about to break the pen holder.

Shen Ci lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he brought another piece of paper over.

This time, he didn't draw any more.

He began to use a lot of words to describe the shape of these parts, and then marked the data accurate to millimeters.

He is not good at drawing, but he is very good at describing in words.

It didn't take long for him to write more than ten pages of detailed descriptions and precise data for dozens of parts.

Shen Ci let out a foul breath, put down the pen in his hand, picked up the papers, and checked them first.

Still with the sharp brush strokes as always, he drew the handwriting like iron and silver hooks on the paper.

But the parts that only needed simple drawing were described by him in a long paragraph of text, so that a lot of ink was used.

Although this method is complicated, it is very friendly to him, a scumbag.

After reading it, Shen Ci flicked his fingers on the paper, hooked the corners of his lips, and then handed the paper to Huangfu Xing.

"Look, can you understand?"

Huangfu Xing was still wondering why Shen Ci changed from painting to writing. Seeing the stack of papers handed over by Shen Ci, he put down the ink stick in his hand, took the paper handed over by Shen Ci with one hand, and looked at it word by word. .

The flamboyant handwriting made him pause between his fingers and look sideways.

It's rare for a man to write such a domineering handwriting.

With such a sharp brushstroke, there is a sense of domineering between the lines, which also complements Shen Ci's aura.

However, the content on the paper made him quite puzzled.

What is a barrel?What is the handle?What is the wheel?
What are these dozens of scattered parts?
Huangfu Xing flipped through the pages, and every time he read the description of a part, his doubts would increase.

Thinking of him reading a lot of books, he was tired of staying in the library, and he had never seen these things before!
No, I haven't even heard of it!
"Young master, excuse me for being stupid, what are these things?"

"Don't worry about what these things are, can you imagine what these things look like from the description of the master?"

Shen Ci suddenly had a bold idea.

Huangfu Xing calmed down after hearing the words, hesitated for a moment, looked through it carefully, and then said.

"Young master described it in such a detailed way that I can imagine it."

But what he thought of, he couldn't find the corresponding information in his mind at all.

That's why he was puzzled!

Shen Ci was overjoyed when he heard the words, moved aside by himself, made room for Huangfu Xing, and handed him the pen.

Just when Huangfuxing was about to take the pen with a puzzled expression on his face, Shen Ci suddenly stopped handing the pen, tilted his head and asked, "Are you okay with drawing?"

Huangfu Xing let out an 'ah', then nodded humbly, "It's not bad."

Shen Ci took a look at him, but it was just okay.

Shen Ci hesitated a little, and didn't know if he could do it.

However, there is no other way, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Even if it is acceptable, it should be better than him, if not, then I will give pointers.

In an instant, Shen Ci's mood changed a thousand times, then nodded under Huangfu Xing's slightly embarrassed eyes, and then handed over the pen to Huangfu Xing's hand.

(End of this chapter)