Campus Singer Competition, this can be said to be a must-have item for every school. However, it is different from the competitions in ordinary universities. The judges of this competition are now...it's an egg.

After the initial calls of "This is too awkward", everyone accepted this matter at an expected speed. Just saw a group of people volunteering to stand forward and show them one by one.

"Sister, go out boldly! Go out, don't look back..."

"Take your eggs, mine, a bunch of them..."

"If the egg is there, the dream is there, and there is true love between heaven and earth..."

The battle situation on the scene was very fierce, but the demons danced on the ground, and the aura swept across the jungle. The autumn wind blew and the leaves rustled. Amid the melodious singing, under the gaze of everyone, the little mouth that had already drilled out of the eggshell stopped for a while, and then slowly shrank back.

——Sorry, I’ve been reincarnated as a wrong birth. Is it still time to change my birth method?

Yang Xiaohe lay behind the crowd and looked at her with a steady look. Seeing that the egg was almost gone, she swallowed, and opened her mouth carefully, and hummed gently among the crowd.

"If you hadn't suddenly entered my life, how could I let go of the loneliness of being held to death..."

She subconsciously sang the first lyrics she thought of, hid her voice in the crowd, and was very careful.

While humming, her eyes were staring at the slightly shaking egg, but only she knew that when she was reading these lyrics, her mind was always the shadow of another person.

If you hadn't suddenly entered my life...

How could I...

Yang Xiaohe hummed quietly, his eyes drooping lower and lower. From the egg in front of him, he saw the back of the crowd, and finally just looked at his feet.

She didn't dare to look up. She was afraid that if she saw his shadow at this time, she would be unable to control her emotions again.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt the group of students around her stir up, leaning forward like a group of grass blown by the wind, accompanied by a burst of excitement: "Hey! There is movement, there is movement!"

Yang Xiaohe raised his head, tiptoed, and looked in through the gaps among the crowds. Sure enough, he saw the eggs in the cultivation array shaking. The cracks near the gap expanded rapidly, and the fragments fell one by one. You could see the brown beak inside stretching and shrinking.

Finally, amid the surprise sounds, a little bird demon's head emerged from the gap, blinking his golden eyes, and making a baby's newborn cry.

"Damn it! Awesome!"

"The experiment of Lu's cultivation array was successful! Record the data! Hurry up! Don't forget!"

"Transfer it to the constant temperature barrier! Adjust the spiritual power input of the barrier!"

"Put the special spiritual food prepared by the equipment department and feed it some, don't let the child starve!"

"Speaking of this, which brother's singing awakened the sleeping demon beauty?"

The crowd was in agitation, and the students wearing experimental clothes ran forward and carried on the "fatal delivery" work, while more people looked around, looking for the winner of the "Singer Contest".

And in this, Yang Xiaohe didn't think so much - she still remembered her responsibilities as a reporter from the Propaganda Department. As soon as the situation changed before she met, she quickly picked up the camera and captured the moment when she "delivered" the little demon.

But as soon as the camera was raised in front of her eyes, a voice rang in her ears.

"I listen, it seems that the song she sang promoted the hatching."

It was like a piece of bait falling into the fish farming pond. The eyes of the students around him were all attracted, and they fell one after another on Yang Xiaohe in the middle. In just a few seconds, she had turned from the back of the crowd to the center of the crowd.

The hand holding the camera froze there, Yang Xiaohe stood there, and her whole body seemed to have frozen.

It’s not entirely because she suddenly became the focus of everyone, but more importantly... the sentence just now was said by Jie Tianyang.

"I heard it just now. As soon as you opened your mouth, that demon egg reacted."

As Jie Tianyang said, he looked at her from the front, and the president showed his praise from the president: "I have to say that your singing is really good. No wonder that little demon is excited when he hears it."

After saying this casually, he turned his head and turned to the side to assign work to other students.

But he left after he said that, but Yang Xiaohe was still standing there behind him, holding the camera blankly, staring at his back blankly, and recalling what he had just said.

What did he say?

He was just... praising me?

Yang Xiaohe was stunned, feeling her hands and feet suddenly became cold, and the blood in her body gathered to a point and all rushed to her face. This made her feel dizzy and her face was so hot that it seemed like she was getting fever.

He praised me!

He heard me sing!

He really noticed me!!!

At that moment, she felt that the world was silenced. Only the words just now echoed repeatedly in her mind, like the sound of a temple bell. Every cell turned into a devout believer in the bell, and a carnival was held everywhere in her body.

It was not until the people on both sides finished their work and the crowd dispersed that she came to her senses from the daze, and then she realized that the power of the camera in her hand had been half gone.

Ah! Oops! The ending part of the material was not taken! I don’t know if the one I just took was enough...

She quickly turned on the playback and looked back at the materials she had just taken. She tried to concentrate herself on her work, but she couldn't stand her heart and stayed in the scene a few minutes ago.

What did Senior Xie say just now... By the way, he praised me for singing very well!

In other words, he likes to listen to me singing, right?

Ahhh, what were you thinking just now? Such a good opportunity, I should take advantage of the time when he was talking and go with the flow, "I can sing it to you if my senior wants to listen to it", turning passive into initiative... but I was missed like this.

Forget it stupid!

Yang Xiaohe bit his lip and felt that tears were about to come out in an instant, and she was crying stupidly.

Forget it, the past is no longer remedied. Since new opportunities have emerged, we must seize them well.

Just as Senior Chu Yunyi said, you should show yourself more in the direction he is interested in. The plan that wanted to get close to him by grades before was already abortion, so... can you start with singing?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it made sense, and a spirit came out. At this time, the experiment in the morning was basically over. She put the camera back in one hand, carried her bag, and then jumped out of the blessed land from the exit, preparing to go to the cafeteria for lunch.

He likes the songs I sing, so he will find a way to participate in the activities related to literature and art held by the Student Union... Speaking of which, is there such an activity?

Yes, this is Kunlun University, the first institution of cultivation, how could it be like those big-name singer competitions?

If it doesn't work in public, then you can only use a more private way... According to the routine in the novel, just write a song and give it to him separately. In this way, he will not be able to not notice me, right?

However... As a student at Kunlun University, it seems too vulgar to simply write songs. Senior Xie should not be moved by such a small thing. Can you add something that belongs to the cultivator...

She was immersed in her thoughts, walking like a sleepwalking, and unconsciously she had already passed by most of the campus. And just as she passed by the Houde Book Pavilion, a stream of music woke her up from her sleepwalking.

It was the music sound coming from the windows of the book pavilion, as clear and delicate as the gurgling water. What kind of person plays the guqin?

When I go to the Book Pavilion to borrow books, students can hear this music from time to time. This has almost become accustomed to BGM, especially when the Book Pavilion opens and closes in the morning and evening.

As an existence that serves as a university library, there shouldn't be any unnecessary sound in the self-study area of ​​the Shu Pavilion. However, the sound of the piano seems to have a magical calming effect. It not only will not disturb the students who study, but can further eliminate the impetuousness and increase concentration.

After several semesters, the sound of the piano in this book Pavilion has become one of the unwritten hidden ways of playing the Kunlun University campus among students. Some people with weak self-control have even been studying when the sound of the piano is heard.

But now, the sound was heard in Yang Xiaohe's ears, which made her think of something.

She ran to the gate of the bookshelf, pushed it in, raised her ears, stood behind the huge bookshelf, looked around, closed her eyes and listened attentively, silently chanting the special rhythm in her heart.

This is not the first time she has heard this piano sound, and she usually just thinks it is background music and turns a blind eye. But today... she decided to try to wait for the source of the sound.

Can you wait...

She thought in her heart with some anxiety, humming gently with the tone of the piano. In a trance, the piano sound that seemed to come from the sky seemed to be getting closer and closer, and finally became as if playing in her ears.

"Good, good, my son listens to my husband." Suddenly, a tone of poetry came into my ears, "There is a meaning of seeking something in the chanting... So, are you coming for the sound of this piano?"

Yang Xiaohe jumped between his eyebrows, opened his eyes suddenly and turned around. He saw a man in white standing among the scattered paper pages, holding a lyrench in one hand, looking at her quietly.

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A few days later.

[Student [Yang Xiaohe] Improves literary literacy, spiritual power value 2]

[Student [Yang Xiaohe] The spiritual power control is improved, the spiritual power value is 1]

【student...】

A few unusual marks were clearly left on the records on the panel, which made Wei Ze, who was used to reading records, unable to help but take a few more glances.

Compared with popular disciplines such as talismans, weapon refining, alchemy and swordsmanship, people who specialize in literary and art are rare animals even in school, with fewer than physical cultivation, so few that they cannot even set up a special major based on this, and can only be incorporated into the subcategory of soul cultivation major.

Looking at the records, even when there is no literary class, this freshman named Yang Xiaohe has been practicing the literary content for several days, and it is often accompanied by improvement in spiritual control and cognitive improvement... Is it necessary to cultivate another poet?

Another day, he went to ask Yan Ruyu about the specific situation... He secretly wrote a note in his mind, but he didn't delay it too much. He turned around and looked back at his affairs.

At this time, what was placed in front of him was a pile of research results reports on the subject.

Looking through the title, what are they all? "Comparison of the progress records of monster eggs hatching under the five major attributes", "Construction Model of Monster Cultivation Array with the Eye of the Characters", "Comparison of the Catalytic Reaction of Eight Great Curses on the Germination of Monster Eggs"... A dozens of copies.

From the topic, we can see that the blessed land that was earned this time not only became the cultivation center of monster eggs, but also became the hatchery for many scientific research results - this was exactly what he planned at the beginning.

If it is placed in an ordinary university, when everyone writes the research purpose and significance of the paper, they will inevitably be reminded not to write absolute statements like "filling the gap in the field", and instead use the vague statement "supplemented on the basis of predecessors".

Before the revival of spiritual energy, most fields were in the intra-volume. As soon as the papers in the world were copied, the topics that could truly achieve new results were rare. They were all staring at the remaining bit of scum that predecessors chewed in, changing their skins a little, and re-creating them, and they could be considered "novel" - but these projects are obviously not the case at the moment.

Even in large-scale farms outside the world, there will not be such a large number of ready-made monster eggs for experimentation, let alone the eggs of the ancient monster, which can definitely be called the only one in the world.

With the average academic level of undergraduates, at least 90% of people are just porters of academic garbage. But now, even if the results of these students are really academic garbage, it is also unique garbage in the world.

With these achievements as a foundation, it is enough to support the size of the first edition of the school's academic journal.

As for the rest of the work, it will be handed over to...

Wei Ze pushed the garbage dump in front of him to the side, opened the drawer, and took out a stack of papers at the bottom of the box - the paper submitted by Xiao Youyu before, called "On the Law of Energy Transformation of Spiritual Qi - Determination Experiment Based on Quantitative Methods".

As early as the project was started, Xiao Youyu handed over the relevant research plans and materials to him for review. He had known the student's ideals and he had not thought too much at that time and approved it.

And no one expected that this paper almost killed the student.

Wei Ze frowned slightly, turned on the page in front of him, and browsed the paper from scratch.

This is not the first time he has read it again. As a liberal arts teacher, he has to admit that he really doesn't understand the series of professional physics terms in the text. Most of them skipped at a glance. But when he turned to the last page, his fingers paused slightly.

In the column of the paper's conclusion, he saw a clear line of words: "To sum up, you can find that the transformation constant of spiritual energy is equal to 6.5."

The transformation constant of spiritual energy is equal to 6.5... According to previous inferences, is this conclusion touching the sensitive nerves of some people?

What does this number mean?

No matter what, this paper will definitely be added to the academic journal. With the release of the academic journal, this conclusion will be revealed to the world. This should be the thing that the masters behind the scenes are most afraid of.
Chapter completed!