Intellectual retardation system: Even ancestors are afraid of crazy criticizers and gossip lovers

Learning to carve requires patience and of course talent.

In the live broadcast room, you can see the serious side face and the hand holding the knife.

Her hands are so white and tender, and fans of good looks are licking the screen like crazy.

He took his white hand away, and in the live broadcast screen, there were two small words on the wooden board.

Yanli kindly zoomed in on the camera, and then zoomed in again. The two clearly defined words seemed to be greeting the audience in the live broadcast room.

The word "rookie" is very small, and the abbreviation is: rookie chicken.

Audience 1: I suspect that the boss is mocking us. The evidence is conclusive. The boss did it himself. I took a screenshot and saved it!

Audience 2: The boss is never merciful, I'm sorry I'm a noob, eh eh eh eh...

Audience 3: Everything the boss says is right. I am a big fan of the boss!

There were a few bad comments mixed in with the countless barrages, and Yan Li randomly named a few people as managers.

Then she started to study seriously. She was not a real anchor and did not need to make money. After all, she turned off rewards.

24 hours a day, she can study for 20 hours without saying a word, her body can handle it, she is patient, and she is not disturbed and affected by the outside world.

The live broadcast every day is to watch her start carving from a novice, which is boring but still attracts many viewers.

If the audience watches it from beginning to end, those without talent can learn something, while those with talent have begun to take shape.

The two people in the distance, President Lu, quietly expressed regret to the people around him.

"What a great talent, it would be great to stay, what a pity!"

But he can't keep this kind of talent.

The old man beside him replied: "It would be a pity if he stayed."

"How's that?"

If they weren't very familiar with each other, President Lu would have thought that the other party was mocking him and looking down on his wood carvings.

"You know the Eighteenth Technical College?"

"I know this. What's wrong? Have you learned to beat around the bush?"

"A thousand students have all rejected the country's solicitation, and even many scholars are willing to go to the Eighteenth College for further study rather than go abroad. Do you know why?"

"Because we value it."

"It seems that you know."

"Of course, if you don't say anything else, you don't need to find someone to sign for approval when it comes to spending money." There was a faint mockery of something in Chairman Lu's eyes.

We are all human beings, and ninety-nine percent of them want to get ahead, stand on high places, and use their achievements to be praised by the world.

Instead of being suppressed and not allowed to stand out, especially those who climb up on their own, they try their best to climb up in order to reach higher places. As a result, bottlenecks are as thin as paper, but they can never be broken.

That kind of powerlessness is so uncomfortable and disgusting.

Only a few people can achieve selfless dedication.

In fact, everyone has a purpose, and most of them are for themselves.

The only purpose is to make this country and the world better.

People around him seemed to understand the other party’s temperament very well, revealing: “All major companies are investing money in the school, and the state has also intervened.”

"The investment will pay off, it's me, I'll invest too." Chairman Lu knows that after all, there is nothing hidden on the Internet. He has the backing of the 'principal', who cooperates with enterprises, upgrades new products, and the profits are all theirs, and the boss will not ask for it. One point, if he had the brains, he would go too.

It's a pity that he is not qualified...

"But what does it have to do with her?" President Lu wondered.

"All the students admire her. No child has revealed the specific reason... Smart people always have quirks..."

The latter sentence was said by looking at Yan Li from afar. The people around President Lu sighed and turned around to leave.

A person who makes the country afraid to take action easily, an unknown genius who is unwilling to be restrained.

I can only let it go, but everything will develop in a good direction.

It was the first time to see this new type of talent.

One of the reasons why Yanli can't spend all her money is the later rewards from the college. Although she doesn't want it, the students will give it because the boss thinks it's troublesome and will only say: It's up to you.

It has been six years since the academy was established, and the largest group of children is already eighteen, but they are still studying in the academy.

There are no more study materials, but some people provide them for free.

In one mission, Yanli robbed all the geniuses.

The Eighteenth College became the number one college, but it is no longer on the college rankings because it does not recruit new students.

Even their boss's younger brother is not recruiting. The Shibaban Technical College only accepts 'elementary school students' or above.

If you want to study, go to Shibabang College.

In a technical college, if someone provides a wrong research direction, write a thesis review.

A group of geniuses will definitely be troubled by other countries, but not here. The students dismantle the models on the first day and the real ones on the second day.

The entire academy is well protected, not to mention there are various bodyguards and protection from above.

These are things that Yanli doesn't care about.

The carving knife in her hand held countless knives between her fingers, and then was put into the tool bag.

The study was over. At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room had not much persistence.

After all, according to the boss's purpose, life is exciting and time is precious. Do what you want to do and don't follow the trend.

The remaining viewers thought it was over, but the live broadcast continued.

Yan Li invited people in the live broadcast room: "Want to play an ice sculpture contest?"

Audience: Huh?

Yan Li continued: "No. 11000 million, No. 21000 million, No. 31000 million... No. 18 is 1000 million, are you coming?"

Audience: This is the first time that nonsense sounds so good, 6!

It turned out to be waiting for them here, damn it!

Sign up!

Eighteen Ice and Snow City.

The people who come here wear thick clothes in summer.

One person suddenly sang: "Yo yo, look at the boss's ice and snow city, it's long, big and wide, everyone is getting excited, yo yo... ok, it's warm."

Everyone looked at him, and he was not embarrassed at all.

The next second, someone raised his hand.

At first glance, he saw that he was a fellow-minded person, and his eyes lit up.

A large group of people are raising their hands, yo yo yo, playing rap...

Until the snow machine was turned on, heavy snow was falling all over the sky.

Snowflakes are rare in the south, and most southerners have never seen snow in half their lives.

When the heavy snow stopped, the ground was already covered with a thick layer, and countless people had itchy hands.

On the icicle stage in the center of the venue, the host got straight to the point and said loudly: "Are you ready?"

The sound spread throughout the ice and snowflakes, and the audience suppressed their excitement and cheered: "Ready!"

"There is only one rule. Hit the same enemy person five times to qualify for the competition. The audience and monitors, as well as me, will be the referee." The host pointed to the audience in the high-rise building and the monitors in various places.

"???"

"The first level of the sculpture competition, the snowball fight... begins!"

"what?"

The three words "snowball fight" make people react.

The snow machines were running again, blocking the view of the competitors and making the competition more difficult.

The host picked up the snowball on the stage and threw it. Although it hit one person on the head, it woke everyone up.

In an instant, the scene was out of control. All the icicles turned into trenches and isolation zones. Snowballs were flying all over the wide field.

"The winner of No. 8, No. 6, No. 32, No. 512, and No. 90 please leave the snow battlefield."

During the snowball fight, if one person is knocked down, he will get an ice and snow tomb, and a group of people from the enemy will get a quota because of him.

He either crawls out on his own or is dragged out by his teammates.

Even the host received a few blows, and the audience was affected. They not only watched, but also picked up the accumulated snow and threw it down.

The host picked up an ice pan, blocked a snowball, and said to the bottom: "The winner please leave the trench, otherwise he will be disqualified."

As he spoke, he put down the pan and threw one in.

One by one, the winners were named and reluctantly left the battlefield.

They haven't fought enough.