I Just Want To Be A Salted Fish Quietly

Whether it is architectural design or interior design, a certain degree of artistic level is required.

He's fine with art now, so it's time to start learning interior design.

Well, after class, I went to the library to borrow two introductory books.

The content of the professional class is very boring, and the way the teacher lectures is not boring.

This can't be blamed on the teacher, because the financial professional course is like this, it is difficult to play well.

Playing with the mobile phone and teasing Ling Youyu from time to time, Lin Xian got down like this.

As the get out of class bell rang, the teacher packed up the textbooks and walked out of the classroom quickly.

Lin Xian stood up, smiled at Ling Youyu, "I'll go to the library to borrow two books, see you in the next class!"

"good!"

The little girl nodded obediently.

Putting his painting bag on his back, Lin Xian walked out of the classroom and walked towards the library.

Jincai's library is still overcrowded.

These postgraduate entrance exams and textual research troops seem to live here, no matter when they come, they can always be seen.

Walking among the bookshelves, Lin Xian quickly found two entry-level books.

"Color Composition" and "Three-dimensional Composition".

These two books are almost must-read books for beginners.

Of course, the profession of interior design does not depend on reading books, it also requires a lot of practical experience.

Coincidentally, Jincai has a design major, and often organizes students to conduct field internships, so they can go to more classes in the future.

Rubbing classes in this school is much more convenient than rubbing classes across schools, and the teachers hardly care about it.

After returning to the teaching building with two books, after finding the classroom, the class bell rang.

Quickly walking to Ling Youyu and sitting down, Lin Xian first opened "Color Composition", and then quietly opened (transcendent skills.

After strengthening, the cooling time of [Transcendence] skill has changed to 24 hours, which means that he can use it once a day now.

Worthy of a divine skill!

After the skill is activated, the familiar ethereal feeling strikes instantly.

The chaotic and chaotic thoughts in the mind disappeared without a trace, and the place was replaced by a clear and bright.

The various abilities of the brain have been improved by 150%!

At this moment, the system prompt sounded abruptly.

"Congratulations to the host for triggering a special effect when using the skill [Transcendence], a transcendent talent!"

"Transcendent talent: the host has acquired the talent of design, which lasts for 90 minutes!"

Fuck.

The 5% trigger rate is really awesome, and the special effect is triggered again, which is too powerful.

And the special effect of transcendent talent is also very buggy.

To be able to give corresponding talents in a timely manner according to different situations.

For example, when he was sketching in Zijin Mountain yesterday, the effect of his supernatural talent was to allow him to acquire master-level painting skills.

And now, while reading interior design books, he has acquired a talent for design.

This is awesome!

In other words, once the special effect is triggered, he can get all the talents he has received.

Thinking of this, Lin Xian felt that it was very wise for him to choose to strengthen [Absolute Concentration].

I'm such a smart boy!

Time is limited, only 90 minutes, hurry up and read.

Clearing his mind of distracting thoughts, Lin Xian lowered his head and desperately absorbed the knowledge in the book.

Ling Youyu rested his chin on his hands and listened carefully to the class.

From time to time, he turned his head and peeked at Lin Xian, his eyes filled with happiness.

I really want to just stay by his side all the time and finish my life.

Little girl, she is so easy to satisfy.

Time passed bit by bit.

"Jingling bell~~"

When the get out of class bell rings, the duration of the Transcendence skill also ends.

Feeling the fainting sensation in his head, Lin Xian slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear.

Niubi!

He held back a compliment in his heart.

In 90 minutes, he had finished reading two professional books with hundreds of thousands of words in total.

And not just simply reading the book, but also thoroughly understand all the knowledge points in the book.

This is the scariest place.

The reason why there is such an exaggerated efficiency is almost half of the credit for the special effect of transcendental talent.

Talent is something that cannot be measured.

In any industry and field, the final competition is unendowed.

Take mathematics for example. Some people have high IQs, but they can only barely finish advanced mathematics if they put their lives into it.

However, some people can win the Fields Medal at the age of 20 or 30.

Can you say others don't work hard?

Equal effort, but talent is more important.

No way, the world itself is unfair.

When he was gifted in design, Lin Xian felt that the basic knowledge in these two books was as simple as 1+1=2, and he could comprehend it instantly with a glance, without any obstacles.

Hey, I really don't want to be a top student!

Sighing silently in his heart, Lin Xian stretched himself and stood up.

Looking at Ling Youyu beside him, he chuckled lightly and said, "Let's have a meal together?"

Ling Youyu shook her head, and said with a little regret: "No... no no no... but mom"

Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Your mother called you home for dinner at noon?"

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl nodded hurriedly.

Thinking of Ling 073 Yiyi, Lin Xian felt it was funny.

After that incident, she avoided Qin Shi and Lin Xian, saying she wanted to be quiet.

I don't know how quiet it is now.

But seeing her let Ling Youyu go home for dinner, it should be pretty good.

"Okay, then I'll go home and eat too!"

Lin Xian nodded and prepared to go home for lunch. He brought two math books at home so that he could read them in class in the afternoon.

After saying goodbye to the little girl, Lin Xian left the campus with his painting bag on his back.

Stop a taxi and go back to Zijinshan Community.

Purple Mountain Community.

Zhuang Tong yawned, rubbed his face, and sat up slowly.

The warm midday sun shone in from the window and fell on her graceful figure, making her very comfortable.

Zhuang Tong bathed in the sun and showed a smile.

Such a life is really blissful.

Just as she was about to get up, the mobile phone on the bedside cabinet suddenly rang.

Zhuang Fuqiang.

Dad?

Looking at the caller ID, Zhuang Tong picked up the phone in doubt, and asked after connecting, "Hi! Dad, what's the matter?"

"Xiaotong, where are you now?"

On the phone, Zhuang Tong's father's tone was a little nervous and nervous.

Hearing this, Tian's heart skipped a beat.

Her first thought was that something happened to her mother. .