Rules-related weird stories: 4016

“Looks like we won’t be going back tonight. We’ll have to stay on campus for a day.”

“Tomorrow, we’ll go to the cafeteria for a good meal, then hit the convenience store for a few student commemorative coins, and then we’ll head back.”

Mu Daxian lay on the ground, eyes closed, muttering these words as if in a dream.

“Today is impossible, but tomorrow is okay?” Mao Feiyang was greatly puzzled. Theoretically, shouldn't this gray fog invasion become more intense over time?

Could today be the peak of the invasion?

If tomorrow it starts to recede like a tide, then what Mu Daxian is saying wouldn't be unreasonable.

“Yes, tomorrow will be fine,” Mu Daxian said calmly, as if stating a simple and undeniable fact. “But don’t relax, the real crisis hasn’t arrived yet!”

This sentence instantly shattered Mao Feiyang's fantasy: “Could it be that today isn't the peak of the gray fog invasion?”

“Peak?” Mu Daxian slowly opened his eyes. “Who told you that today is the limit?”

“The Night Watchers only rang the bell during the day. The real war hasn’t even started yet!” Mu Daxian curled his lips. “We must return to the Art Building tomorrow. The impact we can have here is too small. The Art Building is where we are really needed.”

This made Mao Feiyang feel confused, and made Lin Yi feel even more mysterious about Mu Daxian.

《Today Won't Work, But Tomorrow Will》

《Today Isn't the Limit of the Invasion》

Although today isn't the limit of the gray fog invasion, it seems like it's Mu Daxian's limit—at least the limit of what he can do on campus right now. How will he be able to return to the Art Building tomorrow?

Mao Feiyang had already survived the crisis of being besieged by the angel statues, and Lin Yi also knew how Mao Feiyang's student commemorative coins were lost, so he wasn't too worried about Mao Feiyang at the moment. Instead, he became curious about what Mu Daxian would do.

Mao Feiyang's body was already very tired. Seeing that Mu Daxian was starting to rest, he also lay down to the side, but the wet clothes kept tormenting him, making it impossible for him to rest properly.

Suddenly, Mu Daxian did a carp jump and bounced up from the floor tiles.

“Damn it!”

Mu Daxian quickly freed his foot and kicked Mao Feiyang, who was beside him.

Mao Feiyang was startled. His previously relaxed nerves instantly tightened again, and his whole body tensed up like a bow: “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“Damn it, I’m freezing to death!” Mu Daxian muttered.

Mao Feiyang: “? ? ?”

Hey, man, you're freezing, I'm wet, just make do with it for the night... We all survived the angel statues, can you stop making a fuss.

Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian resentfully.

But Mu Daxian had already started mixing paints…

“Brother Xian, what are you doing?”

“Mixing colors, aren’t you blind? Can’t you see that?”

“Ah?”

“What ‘ah’? Aren’t you cold and wet? So we’ll paint a fire to warm ourselves…”

“Wow, that’s amazing?!”

“Awesome, right!”

“Awesome!” Mao Feiyang gave a thumbs up and said enviously, “I wonder when I can be like you.”

“Now.”

“Ah? ? ”

“What ‘ah’? I don’t have any strength left. You paint.”

“Ah? ? ?”

“Are you practicing phonetics?” Mu Daxian pushed the mixed paint in front of Mao Feiyang.

“No, Brother Xian, are you serious?” Mao Feiyang wanted to cry but had no tears.

Mu Daxian said unhappily, “Desperate situations can stimulate potential. You were dragged around the teaching building for more than two hours by me, and then you were caught by the angel statues and had your extraordinary characteristics sucked all the way. Your body is desperately trying to ‘adapt’ in order to help you survive.”

“The fact that you survived means that your body has been repeatedly digesting extraordinary power, constantly breaking through its limits, and now it’s almost ‘adapted’ to this intensity… Just like someone who has drawn a hundred-stone bow once can easily get the hang of drawing a seventy or eighty-stone bow.”

“Give it a try.”

Mu Daxian patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s raining and windy outside, and you’ve retreated from that life-or-death escape with adrenaline soaring. The Qi and blood in your body will quickly calm down, and when the water vapor starts to evaporate and take away your body temperature, you might not be able to make it through tonight…”

“Come on, kid, you don’t want to be frozen to death after the angel statues failed to kill you, right?”

After Mu Daxian finished speaking, he sat down on the spot.

Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and walked to the drawing board.

“Brother Xian, it’s okay that you’re not explaining anything, but at least wipe the drawing board dry…”

He suddenly stopped speaking. There wasn't a single trace left on the drawing board in front of him!

His pupils shrank slightly, as if realizing something. He suddenly turned his head to look at the place where Mu Daxian had just been painting, and saw—

The picture that Mu Daxian painted was just branded on the void not far away, just like… modifying reality!

“This…?! ” Mao Feiyang widened his eyes. “This, this, this…?! ”

Mu Daxian's voice came slowly: “Art Department Third-Year Elective Course 《Spatial Art》, Volume 8 ‘Spatial Overwrite’, Chapter 3 ‘The Art of Disguise’…”

“Stop looking around, and don’t think about the original picture in your mind, lest it affect my performance.”

“Ah?”

“Spatial overwrite is to amplify the art student’s perception of a certain area, which is equivalent to using extraordinary power to bless an individual’s mental power, thereby projecting a false domain and covering up the real scene in the original area.”

“In The Art of Disguise, it was mentioned that the ancients used makeup and props to modify their appearance, so as to achieve the effect of confusing the real with the fake… Mine is similar. You can simply think that I put a piece of cloth on this dead end, and we are hiding under the cloth.”

“Oh… I don’t really understand.” Mao Feiyang shrugged very honestly. “Hey, Brother Xian, wait… Do you art students really have classes?”

“Otherwise?”

Mao Feiyang said with a guilty conscience: “I always thought that experiencing it for seven days would be the end…”

“That’s why they’re called experience students, and you’re called art students… If you want to experience it for seven days and leave, you have to become an experience student first.”

“Not just a verbal change, but a change in the essence of your ‘identity’.”

“Remember my 《Road Sign Theory》? You have to deduce this path before you can become an experience student, but I’m not trying to discourage you, but based on the current situation, you’re most likely going to go down the art student path all the way…”

“Don’t worry, because for now, you have no chance to take any other route except the art student route.”

“Don’t think too much, just focus on getting through the difficulties in front of you. Only by living can you have a chance to find a solution. We won’t force anyone to stay… Art is something that fully embodies freedom.”

A gust of wind blew, and Mao Feiyang felt a chill. The muscles in his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He shivered a few times and quickly walked to the drawing board to prepare to start.

“Don't doubt yourself. Recall the feeling you had when you were painting on the observation deck. Art comes from the depths of your heart. The brush is just a tool you use to express it, and the paint is just an aid. Don't be obsessed with limited conditions, paint with your heart.” Mu Daxian wouldn't do it no matter what, but he still had to give him enough experience.

Mao Feiyang immediately held his breath, his expression solemn and grave, his eyes slightly vacant, as if his thoughts had already wandered beyond the heavens, searching for that wisp of unparalleled inspiration.

Mu Daxian pretended to rest, but was actually observing Mao Feiyang. Seeing Mao Feiyang in such a meditative state, he felt satisfied in his heart, secretly thinking that this young man was teachable.

But he didn't know that the teachable Mao Feiyang didn't just look like he had vacant eyes, but was actually spacing out.

When listening to Mu Daxian, Mao Feiyang had a feeling of confidence, like 'I can do it too if I were him.' But in reality, he realized he didn't know where to start when he was about to put the brush down.

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He was like a failure who felt he could write a Mary Sue novel after reading five volumes of 'Battle Through the Heavens'. Before starting, he felt like he was one of the five great authors, but after starting, he realized he was just shitting a huge pile.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

These three philosophical questions floated around in Mao Feiyang's mind. He lifted his brush, stared intently, gathered his energy, concentrated his mind, gathered his energy, concentrated his mind… and then his energy dissipated.

Damn it, it's so hard!

A gust of cold wind blew past, and Mao Feiyang felt unbearably cold, and the muscles all over his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Damn it, no matter how hard it is, I have to start!”

He gritted his teeth, relying on his understanding of bonfires, trying to draw a bonfire on the drawing board… Although he still didn't know how Mu Daxian managed to overwrite space and modify reality, at least the man had given him two major 'magic weapons'.

Holding a precious knife that could cut iron like mud, he might not be able to kill enemies, but he should be able to cut meat, right?!

Thinking of this, Mao Feiyang suddenly felt like he had the feeling, and quickly picked up his brush to paint.

Half a minute later, Mao Feiyang, covered in cold sweat, looked at Mu Daxian for help: “Do you have an eraser…”

Mu Daxian: “…”

“Do you use erasers on your paint?”

Mao Feiyang: “…”

Mu Daxian really didn't say anything. He glanced at Mao Feiyang: “Looks like you're not there yet. When you feel like you can't hold on anymore, that desire for warmth will lead you to draw the fire.”

After saying that, he closed his eyes, like an old monk, ignoring everything.

Mao Feiyang took a deep breath, looked at the drawing board, then looked at the dead end, and then he felt the feeling of his clothes being soaked by the rain and blown by the wind, gradually entering the state…

Too cold… too cold…

He somewhat understood the state of the little girl selling matches in the freezing cold, begging for food and light…

The little girl selling matches lit a match, using the short-term warmth brought by the match to numb herself, while fantasizing about all warm and beautiful things, which was actually a kind of forced overwrite of cognition, but she didn't have extraordinary power, and her spirit was not strong enough, and ultimately failed to survive that cold night.

Mao Feiyang gradually changed from understanding the little girl to becoming the little girl…

That's right, he… slowly lowered the palm holding the brush, and his body temperature also began to drop rapidly…

Lin Yi was anxious to death. At one point, he even hoped that the teaching building would catch fire directly…

He fantasized about the teaching building burning, the flames spreading out from the elevator shaft, burning through the bathroom, and then burning all the way along the ground, coming to the dead end.

The raging fire illuminated Mao Feiyang, and the scorching feeling quickly evaporated the moisture from Mao Feiyang's clothes…

But all of this was just a fantasy, and Lin Yi couldn't change reality from the dream.

“Am I too impatient…” Just then, Lin Yi seemed to hear Mu Daxian muttering to himself, “Is it too difficult for him to take such a big step now?”

Mu Daxian sighed faintly, got up and slowly walked towards Mao Feiyang.

However, at this moment, Mao Feiyang, who seemed to be dying, suddenly stiffly raised the arm holding the brush, and then swiped it on the drawing board.

Mu Daxian was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that the surrounding temperature was rising as if he were sitting in front of a heater, and the originally dim dead end seemed to be illuminated a little…

Mu Daxian's eyes gradually widened, looking at Mao Feiyang with some disbelief, and a look of joy appeared on his face: “He did it!”

He quickly came to Mao Feiyang's side, but when he saw the drawing on the drawing board in front of Mao Feiyang, his whole person was struck by lightning!

“This…?!

Mu Daxian took a deep breath, then silently stood beside Mao Feiyang, without speaking.

I saw—Mao Feiyang's brush flying, his brushwork flowing smoothly, but he didn't touch the drawing board at all…

Even so, as Mao Feiyang's “painting” progressed, the temperature in the dead end was indeed rising, and even faint orange light spots appeared on the walls…

“This is the 'Second Light'?” Mu Daxian narrowed his eyes, remaining silent for a long time.

Gradually, the dead end was filled with warmth…

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded, startling Mao Feiyang, and his hand shook, dropping the brush.

Mu Daxian bent down speechlessly to pick up the brush, but found that Mao Feiyang had just recovered, and then looked around at the warm walls with a blank expression.

“Wuwuwu—Brother Xian, Brother Xian!!!” Mao Feiyang hugged Mu Daxian, his eyes rolling with small pearls, “I knew you would take action! Wuwuwu—”

Mu Daxian was stunned. He looked at the pen he picked up, and then at the original mess on the drawing board, and suddenly understood that Mao Feiyang thought everything was done by himself.

“Okay, okay, don't be moved, you did it yourself!” Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang on the back, first comforting his emotions, and then slowly said these words.

“Me?” Mao Feiyang pointed to his nose.

“Yes, I said I didn't have the strength to paint, so I didn't have the strength to paint.” Mu Daxian affirmed.

There was no need to take credit for what he didn't do. Letting Mao Feiyang see his own masterpiece would also help to increase his own artistic confidence. This was a truth that Mu Daxian had always understood.

Mao Feiyang was still a little unable to react for a while, but he looked at the messy oil stains on the drawing board and suddenly felt a little confused—Huh, if I painted it, where did it go?

This drawing board… hasn't changed!

Just as Mao Feiyang was feeling a little doubtful, the originally warm dead end suddenly flickered, and the cold feeling seemed to seep out from the walls again, making people feel a shiver.

Thank you to book friend “琳 skylark” for the reward!!