When the weak wears into a stallion male pig

Shangguan Qingrong's dream of "the pen fell into the wind and rain, and the painting turned into weeping ghosts and gods" did not last until night, but was smashed by President Graf with a plaster ball.If you want to draw, of course you can, but you have to follow the rules of the painting club, take a charcoal pencil and draw the plaster balls, blocks, strips, and human heads first.

President Graf really did what he said, and taught him how to use charcoal sticks, how to draw shadows, how to draw reflections... After the teaching, he threw things to him and let him practice by himself.He is still a long way from picking up a small brush to paint, so he can only sit on a small stool in front of him and practice the simplest straight lines and curves facing the window—the students below will use him as a model , His drawing board cannot face the members below.

How can a person not bow his head under the eaves.Although Shangguan Qingrong had the unspeakable hatred of Feng Tangyi and Li Guang, he could only hold his grievances and had nowhere to appeal.Fortunately, he has always been an obedient person, and he doesn't complain about this kind of situation where one person is multi-tasking. Relying on his ten years of calligraphy and painting skills, he quickly painted a stone ball like a moon, and then gave it to him with regret. The bright pearl that has to be covered with dust like myself draws a shadow.

Classes during the day and painting at night, I worked hard for a week, but I had no rest, and I had to pack my luggage and go home to suffer a second time, to train my muscles.

Back home, the bright sunshine outside has turned into a miserable wind and rain.Shangguan Qingrong's peaceful and happy state of mind because of painting these days was worn away by his father's rigid and serious face, just like a prisoner trembling when seeing a jailer, and dare not break out in sweat.

Baron Huberley looked at the hopeless eldest son, feeling angry and resentful in his heart, but he did not forget that his son was useless now, and he could not be forced anymore, lest another life be forced.Under the superimposition of several thoughts, he couldn't relax his face, but he was no longer so eager to ask his son to do well.

But this son is really not doing well, no matter how much Baron Huberley lowers his requirements, seeing his eldest son lying on the ground and unable to get up without practicing a few push-ups, he still has the idea of ​​giving him a good lesson .The two youngest sons, who were less than seven years old, were still punching in a decent manner, which made the eldest son useless.

Baron Huberley frowned enough to kill a fly.At the beginning, he really wanted his son to live a good life and not to force him any more, but the boy had nothing to do and ran to the road to fight the fighters, and almost died outside. When he heard the news, his heart couldn't beat.If he is not allowed to learn some fighting skills, even if he becomes a mage, he will be beaten to death by someone he provoked someday!

After eating at noon, Baron Huberley avoided his wife and two young sons, brought Shangguan Qingrong to the study, and had the first father-son conversation with his eldest son seriously.

"Do you know why I want you to practice grudge again?"

Shangguan Qingrong naturally didn't know, he never guessed what his father was going to do.However, like the filial sons mentioned in the "Book of Filial Piety", he replied respectfully: "Father wants me to learn fighting qi, of course it is for my own good. Although my son is dull, he still knows this truth."

Baron Huberley nodded, suddenly feeling very irritated—this son was always so cautious when talking to him, and he did everything he was asked to do in person, but when he turned around, it was not him.

He just thought about it for a while, then suppressed his emotions, and said to Shangguan Qingrong seriously: "I know you don't want to practice fighting qi in your heart. When you were young, I only had you as a son, and I always wanted you to inherit the rest of my life." The Burley family has high expectations for you, and has been forcing you to practice fighting qi. But your mother passed away early, and I serve in the court, so I can’t be at home often, ignoring your own wishes. Drizzt, you are already 13 I am already an adult, we can already communicate on an equal footing like friends. If you have any ideas, please tell me directly, don’t hide everything in your heart, okay?”

Shangguan Qingrong nodded perfunctorily, not taking those words seriously.Since ancient times, the father is the guide for the son, and the king of heaven and earth is the master and the teacher. There is no reason why the son and the father are equal.But his father asked him to speak, and he said: "Father, when I was young, I was ignorant and did many wrong things, which made my father worry. Now that I have grown up, I will definitely study hard in the future and become a magician as soon as possible. When I grow up, I will take up the burden of the Huber family and make my father proud of me."

He was thinking about saying this, his father should think he is sensible, and let him go back to school to learn magic, but unexpectedly Baron Huberley's face suddenly became strange and ugly after hearing this, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you still want to, Inherit the Huber family?"

Shangguan Qingrong's heart turned cold, and then he thought: It is common for brothers in rich families to fight for property. He has lost his mother, but his stepmother gave birth to two younger brothers. Passing it on to them is also inevitable.But he promised Drizzt that he would take back everything he deserved, even if Baron Huberley looked down on him, he would try his best to fight for it.

"Yes, father. I am your eldest son. I should take on the obligation to inherit the Huber family, honor my parents, raise my two younger brothers, and let the Huber family flourish!"

"Then why don't you learn fighting spirit, instead learn magic?" The Huber man clapped his palms on the table, and couldn't help raising his voice a few times: "Our Huber family has been close to the king for generations. Wei, you have already learned magic, how can you hold this position? Even entering the Guards requires the level of an eighth-level fighter, let alone being the captain! How can you inherit the Huberley family with such weak fighting spirit?"

Shangguan Qingrong was willing to die back then, but now with that ambition, he was able to stand up under the anger of Baron Huberley, and his voice was loud and decisive: "Father, I am only 13 years old this year, and you are only 37 years old. , I am in my prime. Even if I don’t have the ability to become a guard now, I will definitely be able to reach that level when I become an adult! If you really don’t like me just because I don’t have enough fighting spirit, please give me seven years to come If I still fail to meet your requirements at that time, you will cut off the possibility of me inheriting the Huberley family. If I fail at that time, I... I will accept my fate!"

He knelt down on both knees and fought against his father with a tough attitude he had never had before. His eyes met Baron Huberley for a moment, and the firmness in his eyes made Baron Huberley look sideways.

After a long time, Baron Huberley finally nodded and said slowly: "Since your will is so firm, I am willing to give you this chance. However, you must practice your battle qi well, not only fighting qi, but also fighting The skills, the explosive power of the muscles... If you think it is so easy to be a fighter and just rely on magic to make up for it, then you may not even have a place to die in the future!"

Shangguan Qingrong lowered his head, and replied firmly and clearly: "I understand, father."

With the motivation to work hard, Shangguan Qingrong's life became even busier.When he was in school, President Graf spared no effort to squeeze his surplus value. After returning home, his father regarded him as his heir and started formal fighting qi training. The time is used to catch up on sleep.

Back and forth, before the final exam, all the professors he slept with brought him over for a round of training, and put a few stacks of homework over as punishment.

Self-inflicted evil, can not live.While scolding Shangguan Qingrong for asking for trouble, the great magister Fei Lun wrote all the homework for him except spells, so that he could spare more time to meditate and prepare for the magic level test in August.

Miss Anna and other girls from the painting club were very sympathetic to his oppression, and brought him snacks, biscuits and so on every time he went home to make up for him.However, these heart-filled snacks often entered the stomachs of Miloch, Norton, and Colin as soon as they were turned in Shangguan Qingrong's hands.

This is not because Shangguan Qingrong deliberately wasted other people's thoughts in order to lose weight, but because Shangguan Qingrong basically needs to make up for a day of sleep on Monday.Miloch is now extremely concerned about his safety, and takes the initiative to go in and out with him every day. It is convenient to start, and takes all the snacks, jams and other things sent by Anna and other girls while he is asleep, and divides them into pieces. Feed Norton and Colin.

Miloch ate very confidently.Although he never said it to others, he kept finding an excuse for himself: Men have given Drizzt an aphrodisiac, and women are of course more dangerous.He was testing poison for a friend, it was a sign of deep friendship, it was definitely not that he didn't want Drizzt to eat the things made by those women.

Certainly not!

With the help of the three of Mi Luoqi, Shangguan Qingrong could always lose the weight that was poured out every time he went home during the five-day class period, and the muscles that had gained a little shrunk because they could not get protein nutrition. turned back.The two greatest wishes of Shangguan Qingrong, becoming weaker and inheriting Huberley's family, were so reluctantly compatible.

As for painting, his progress can be said to be rapid. When he was not a model, he was already able to compare his hand with a brush and practice drawing some structural diagrams of the interior of the room.Only when it comes to drawing people, he always draws with short shoulders, round nose, small mouth, thin fingers, and the palm lines are always too simple.He hated that Graff gave him a large volume of human body structure charts, and watched him draw strokes by himself. If he made a mistake, he would add ten pages of practice.

After June, the weather gradually warmed up, and the activities in the painting club were arranged more and more closely, just to welcome the annual club competition at the end of the month.The winner of this competition has been determined in the two clubs of music and painting almost every year, and since the music club came to a rather handsome light mage the year before last, it has monopolized the leader of this competition.

Their president Graf and vice president Anna gritted their silver teeth and silently swallowed the shame, but since then they began to cast a wide net among the freshmen of the light department, catching anyone who might become a newcomer to the painting club.It's a pity that there are not only few light mages, but they are all arrogant and strong-tempered. They wish they could practice magic 28 hours a day, and none of them are willing to spend time on painting.

Until Shangguan Qingrong appeared in front of Anna.Honest, obedient, steady hands, beautiful line drawing, still has a little interest in art, and looks no worse than the one in the music club. These advantages are enough to offset his inexperienced weakness, making Graff keep him no matter what. down.

Three weeks before the competition, Graff gave Shangguan Qingrong an ultimatum, asking him to spare time, not to go home on Saturdays, and to talk about it after participating in the club competition.Shangguan Qingrong also asked his father for leave, thinking that it was only a day's work, and the senior asked him for help, so his father would not be so unreasonable.

It's a pity that Baron Huberley just didn't agree.Not only did he not agree, he also began to interrogate Shangguan Qingrong, whether he violated his will and went to the painting club to waste time again!

Of course, Shangguan Qingrong refused to admit it to death, and only said that the senior begged him, but he would go to help for a day, please rest assured father, he will never go out to duel with others, and he will not fight duels in school, just to help them move Just move something to vote.

It's just such a small matter, why do you have to go?Baron Huberley made a final decision, never to go!At that time, he will send knights instead of servants to pick up Shangguan Qingrong back, lest he pretend to be a young master, and the servants dare not fight him.

Shangguan Qingrong still had no power to resist in front of his father, and returned to school dejectedly, but he was really reluctant to lose this opportunity to show his talent in front of everyone, he sighed every day, and only thought about how to deal with those two knights, Freedom for a day.

Colin originally urged him to cast magic to trap the two knights, and was gearing up to contribute his strength to help him with this great event.Later, I heard from Shangguan Qingrong that the two knights were also at the seventh level of grudge, so I decided not to humiliate myself anymore, and instead persuaded Shangguan Qingrong to tell President Graf about this, and let him let him go Just the horse.

Norton was more assertive than Colin. Hearing that Shangguan Qingrong even stayed in the painting club without telling his father, he immediately felt a little admiration for this cowardly and docile classmate.Tell him to go to the professor who is in charge of the student association, and borrow someone from his father to use it. His father will not refute it because of the professor's face.

It's a pity that this idea didn't come true. The professor in charge of the student club said seriously that this is a problem that should be solved within the club. As a professor of divination, he has a lot of academic work to do, and he has to prepare for the club competition at the end of the month. .If such a trivial matter for Shangguan Qingrong affects the work, and then affects the classes of students in 12 majors in three grades, and affects the fairness of the annual club competition, he is really irresponsible as a teacher.

There is no way to go this way, Shangguan Qingrong really has nothing to do, so worried every night that he can't sleep, wandering his mind wildly.Finally, on the day before the competition, let him come up with a really useful method - how long has he been reincarnated, how come he only thinks about magic fighting qi and so on, but forgets about martial arts?

Now he has accumulated a lot of true energy in his dantian qi sea, and he can release the inner breath from his hands, he has also tried to extinguish the candle in the air, it is no longer a problem.Although he doesn't know any moves, but he has internal strength and knows the acupoints. He only needs to sneak attack from behind from a distance, click on the acupoints of someone who comes, and then put them in the dormitory for a day. He can do whatever he wants up?When his father wanted to find him again, it would take more than half a day at least, and the game might have already ended by then.

He did as soon as he thought of it, got up from the bed in the middle of the night with excitement, put on a coat anyway, and ran to the balcony, released his inner breath into the void, and punched his pillow through the air.After a night passed, Shangguan Qingrong looked at the tattered pillow with feathers leaking out, and felt calm and confident in his heart.

Sure enough, early in the morning, Huberley's carriage arrived at the downstairs of the dormitory. Everyone was used to it, and allowed the two knights dressed as ordinary servants to enter Shangguan Qingrong's dormitory.

Norton, Colin, and Miloch didn't know Shangguan Qingrong's plan, and watched him pack his clothes sympathetically. The two knights didn't hold him up, but made a "please" gesture after he packed up, Let him go ahead.Shangguan Qingrong picked up the suitcase, but stood still by the bed, his eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed towards the door: "Father, why are you here?"

The two knights also turned their heads to look back following his voice, but after this turn, they couldn't turn back.

Shangguan Qingrong flicked both hands apart, with only a faint flash of light on his fingertips, he hit the two big acupoints on the shoulder well and tanzhong steadily, accurately and ruthlessly.He didn't use his strength lightly, and he estimated that it would take three or four hours for the two of them to move at the earliest. With one arm on the shoulder and the other on the leg, he threw them onto the bed, and covered them tightly with the quilt from head to toe. Yan Shishi said in a low voice: "I'm sorry." He called the three classmates and went out together, and went downstairs to do the same thing, knocking down the driver.

Colin's father was a duke, and he thought he had the highest status. Baron Huberley didn't dare to do anything to him, so he got into Huberley's carriage and drove to the door of a treatment center.He brought the coachman in and gave the therapist two gold coins, asking him to ensure that the man could not get off the ground until evening.

burn one's boats.Last Stand.

Shangguan Qingrong knew that he had completely offended his father this time, but he didn't regret it at all. He took his newly refined Four Treasures of the Study and strode to the Central Teaching Building, preparing to participate in the long-awaited annual club competition.