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Chapter 734 The Light of Tomorrow (23)

The following teaching went much smoother, and Ming finally realized that people are different.

For example, Qingzhou, after watching the video completely, she can imitate it almost exactly, not seeking similarity in spirit but also achieving similarity in shape.

At least every move looks decent.

The little girl had short legs and short hands, but she did not lose the fierceness of a martial artist, and instead she had a few savage auras, which made Ming couldn't help but jump away from her.

Qing Zhou is too good at this way of learning.

After all, she grew up in such an environment that she didn't have the opportunity to receive one-on-one individual teaching. She usually looked for videos on the star network to watch, or learned knowledge from opponents in short simulated battles.

This method makes the way she learns very wild, and the things she learns are also good and bad, and eight-year-old children have no ability to make choices about these things. It is inevitable that learning is messy and unsystematic, but this also has certain advantages.

Her ability to learn and imitate are extremely strong.

Coupled with her not-so-weak talent for understanding, after watching the video less than ten times, it was obvious that she had already mastered seven or eight.

Not to mention mastery, but it is comparable to those who have practiced for a month or two.

Are all humans like this?

Ming is very confused - he hasn't completely pushed down the action yet, and compared with Qing Zhou, he inevitably has some self-doubt.

But Qing Zhou on the other side didn't have time to care about Ming Ming.

She was like a sponge, absorbing water crazily. After Ming Xianyu fiddled with three or four moves, Qing Zhou on the other side had already learned the fighting methods of two characters in a row.

"This is Pokong Fist." Qing Zhou finally saw a familiar shadow in one of the moves.

Pokongquan is one of the better d-level kung fu. It is free for all to learn. There are teaching videos on the Internet, but in fact it is not enough for ordinary people to learn.

On the contrary, the game is a real battle, so the learning effect is naturally much better.

It turns out that the so-called tricks are actually the combination of these small skills. If they are combined well, even if they are D-level skills, their lethality will not be too weak?
Qingzhou thought, and his heart moved slightly.At the same time secretly make a decision.

Although having Ming's help can get twice the result with half the effort, she also needs to do some actual combat exercises-the twenty star coins per week probably can't be saved.

But despite this, Qing Zhou didn't care too much about money, anyway, it was all left by Qing Chen and Xu Nianyou, and their status was not considered low, which was completely enough for her extravagant expenses.

in a period of time afterwards.

Qing Zhou lived a life of practicing with Ming in the login space every day and going to the game arcade to play simulation games on weekends.

Occasionally, when I'm in the mood, I'll go back and play two simulated battles on the Star Network.

The improvement in her combat power is obvious. In addition to feeling that her exercises are more organized, the opponents she matched in the simulated battle are obviously also at a higher level.

The fame of the id "Light" has also been revived again.

On the other side of the game, a week later, she broke through the fourteenth level, and two weeks later, the fifteenth level was also broken.

Time passed and the New Year finally arrived.

These two words are actually not that important in today's Interstellar, and their year is also lived with the capital star. After all, the rotation time of each planet is slightly different, and the year must be different.

Everyone has followed the capital star standard time blindly, and it is true that there is not much sense of belonging.

Although the school here will set up some group entertainment projects in a very humane manner during the New Year, but the teachers all have their own families, and the actual life is relatively deserted.

These children are even more indifferent - anyway, I have never experienced what it is like to really spend the New Year with my family.

By the time I finished the process and returned to the dormitory as in previous years, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

(End of this chapter)