14 Scientifically Impossible (1/2)

”Eh...Yes.”

Meng Fan looked up and froze for a second. At first glance, he did not recognize the wind like girl. Once he recognized her, it was still embarrassing as his stomach had protested first.

”I thought you had short hair?”

Meng Fan attempted to divert the topic, only to continue with a stupider question. ”You're also a student here?”

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”Can I take a look?”

Wu Tong pointed at Meng Fan's pile of paper atop his desk, promptly picking up the looseleafs after seeing Meng Fan's brief nod.

Meng Fan regretted his decision as soon as Wu Tong picked up the drafts.

He had completely forgotten, there are characters whose designs were based on the speedy girl.

Just hope to god she won't find it!

But it was obvious Wu Tong saw it. When she saw the drawing of the female lead, her gaze paused for a moment. This made Meng Fan's face flush red.

”This drawing is really good.” Wu Tong took out a drawing of the female lead. When Meng Fan's face grew even redder, she carefully pointed to the adorable Aka. ”This one, it's very cute and spirited.”

She's doing this on purpose!

Meng Fan felt as if he was being teased.

Yet, this feeling was not too bad.

Wu Tong put down the paper, pointing to Meng Fan's stomach as she lightly laughed. She then sat down beside him, opened her drawing tube in an orderly fashion and pulling out a phone stand and placing her phone on it.

After a few clicks of her phone, she smiled and waved to the phone screen and began to paint.

Judging from the equipment she had taken out, Meng Fan could tell she was practicing classical art. Only, he couldn't figure out the meaning of her phone. Was she recording her process for review? Or was this a live stream?

Glug glug.

His stomach once again rumbled in protest.

Meng Fan gathered his things and stood up, still thinking. Curiously, he shuffled over to Wu Tong.

”You're...” Meng Fan looked at her phone screen. ”Streaming?”

With the rapid development of live stream media, it was not uncommon for many art students to begin their own streams and broadcasts for their art.

Wu Tong nodded. ”Earning some extra money for art supplies.”

Meng Fan glimpsed at the sudden rows of comments that had appeared on her phone screen, mostly saying ”The goddess has finally spoken”. Guess she rarely talked during her broadcasts.

At the same time, he could see many notifications of gifts being sent.

Meng Fan saw Wu Tong still had her head down, continuing to paint, taking it as a sign and left.

He ordered an oversized egg fried rice to take back to the dorm. There was nobody there, so he finished his food and took out a drawing, trying to experience the feeling of ”drawing skill +1”.

After studying art for fifteen to sixteen years, Meng Fan was very clear as to what his drawing level was at. Hence, he knew more or less what ”Drawing skill +1” would entail.

”My original drawing skills were probably around a 6 or a 7.”

He speculated the approximate values of these numbers. If it followed a scale of a noob, to regular, to excellent to master, etc.then the noob would be at 1-2, average at 3-5, excellent at 6 or more, and probably above 10 for a master.

In other words, after +1 Meng Fan's skill was still a large distance away from being a master, but it aligned with current skills.

After drawing a few pages in succession, he saw the sun begin to set outside the window. Meng Fan changed into his sportswear and headed for the track field.

Since the increase in endurance and speed, along with today's continuous running, his ”attributes” had evidently increased to a certain extent. To him, running 5 kilometers in one go was no longer a challenge.

However, Meng Fan didn't continue to run but rushed back to the dormitory to shower before dark.