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Chapter 482

"What abnormal reaction could there be?" Dong Xianling thought for a while, and she spit into the trash can and said, "There is nothing but your stinky saliva."

Yang Yifan smiled wryly, "What I'm asking is if the pill is working now?"

"Let me try!"

Dong Xianling closed her eyes, tried to look at it, shook her head, and said, "What kind of pill is this? It doesn't work at all."

"Impossible? I spent 10 yuan to refine it. Come on, write a few words to see."

Yang Yifan pulled Dong Xianling to the table.

Dong Xianling picked up a fountain pen and wrote the words "Yang Yifan is a puppy".

Although the words looked much neater than before, they were still crooked.

"What kind of pill is this? It doesn't work at all. I can recite "Dream of Red Mansions" after taking the pill of "Dream of Red Mansions" before, but after taking your pill for writing Chinese characters, I still can't write. I see you this time It was a failure."

"Impossible? I'll try!"

Yang Yifan felt that the pill he made this time was very successful, and there was no way it would be useless. The purpose of taking a pill was to personally verify the effect of the pill. At the same time, he also wanted to improve his calligraphy skills.

Being able to write in print is also a good skill.

After Yang Yifan took the pill, the pill turned into a stream of sweet body fluid that flowed into his stomach through his esophagus, and at the same time, there was a faint fragrance that was refreshing.

Yang Yifan felt that the feeling was really refreshing, especially when the body fluid reached his stomach, it immediately turned into a trickle and penetrated from his capillaries to his blood vessels.

The medicinal power returned to the heart through the veins, then flowed from the heart through the neck arteries, and finally reached his head.

The strokes and movements of these Chinese characters will stop in a specific area, and then undergo complex transformations, leaving marks in the brain cells, so as to achieve the same effect as hard training.

Yang Yifan let out a long breath, and said comfortably: "Ah! The taste of this pill is ten times better than fried rice with super eggs, and the memory formed in his head is also very clear, but there is no big screen."

Dong Xianling smiled and brought a poem "Climbing the Stork Tower" in front of Yang Yifan.

The poem is in print, but written with ink and pen.The handwriting is very neat and comfortable to look at.

When Yang Yifan saw the poem, he smiled and said, "Okay! How dare you lie to me! Why are you writing this word so beautifully, because my pills are useless?"

"Who told you to kiss me forcibly without my permission? This is your punishment."

"This punishment is too light. If I want to kiss you, it seems I have to find a way to make a mistake."

"Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. How about taking a look at your handwriting?"

Yang Yifan wrote the song "Climbing the Stork Tower" on A4 paper with a pen. After finishing writing, he showed it to Dong Xianling and said, "How is it? How does my handwriting compare to yours?"

After reading it carefully, Dong Xianling said: "Your characters and mine are both in print. From a distance, there seems to be no difference, and they are both neat. But, if you look closely, there are really differences. My The handwriting is delicate and dignified, just like a beautiful big girl, but your handwriting is a little handsome, chic, with elegance in the chic."

"Youdao is a person whose character is as good as quality. When you say that, are you talking about me?"

"You! The words look very honest, but people, how are you?"

Yang Yifan said: "Anyway, I have finally made the Chinese character pills. Tomorrow, I will make six more pills and give them to them in the evening. As for the content of ancient literature and history, you should prepare carefully these two days. Tell me all the content that may be on the exam. I will make those things into pills."

"I've almost drawn the key points, and there are still ten sets of exercises that need to be refined. Therefore, one pill per person may not be enough. You will work harder the day after tomorrow."

"Ah! Do you want to practice ten sets of exercises for them?"

"Of course, without those ten sets of exercises, it's impossible for you to beat Zheng Hai's students."

Yang Yifan had no choice but to refine it. He calculated the artistic characteristics of ancient literary history, ideological content, and recitation of classic articles. These questions can be refined for one grain, which costs about 1 yuan.Ten books cost 5 yuan, one student costs 60 yuan, and ten students cost [-] yuan.

After he finished refining the Chinese character pills, he still had 100 million left. After subtracting 60, he still had 40, so he still had the money.

However, later, Yang Yifan felt that his money was not enough, so he decided to sell ten more pills tomorrow.

The next night, at eight o'clock, all ten of Dong Xianling's students entered the classroom. Yang Yifan and Dong Xianling went to the classroom together with ten pills.

When the ten students saw Yang Yifan and Dong Xianling coming, they all got up and said hello to them.

Zhang Shifen was the first to stand up. She looked at Dong Xianling and said, "Mr. Dong, we have been practicing calligraphy for the past few days, but our calligraphy is still very ugly. No matter how hard we practice, we can't meet your requirements. What should we do?"

Dong Xianling asked her to sit down first, and said: "It's okay, I don't blame you if you can't write well, as long as you practice hard and work hard. Tonight, I don't plan to talk too much, as long as everyone can work hard Neatly write "Fengqiao Night Mooring" in print, and you can leave class."

As soon as Dong Xianling finished speaking, those students were discussing again.

"What? Write "Fengqiao Night Mooring" in print, who can do it? Isn't this a joke?"

"Let me practice for ten years and I can't write printed characters. It seems that I will spend the night here tonight. Who of you can go out, remember to bring me breakfast tomorrow."

Fan stood up, shook his mouth twice, and said, "Mr. Dong, you said just now that we don't blame us for not being able to write well. Why are you forcing us to write now?"

"I didn't blame you just now. You couldn't write well, that's because I didn't teach it well. After tonight, I will teach you the cheats. If you still can't write printed characters, then I will definitely be angry."

Fan Che drooped his face and said, "Mr. Dong, if you are talking about playing football and basketball, then I am still talented. I can do whatever you say. But please forgive me for this print! I really can't write it."

Zhang Shifen got up and said: "Mr. Dong, you keep saying that you want to teach us to write printed characters, so I want to ask you, can you write this printed characters?"

"That's right! Teacher Dong, if you can write in print, we can write in print."

"What's so difficult about it? I wrote "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge". As long as you can write like mine, you will pass the test."

(End of this chapter)