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#252 - Chapter 252 Passed

Inside the pitch-black eggshell, Yan Cheng was enveloped in endless darkness, unable to see his own fingers. He could only rely on his limited sense of touch to move.

But he didn't need to do much; he just needed to maintain his balance and tear the drawings in his hand in order.

"Eggshell Drawing," "Bomb Drawing," and "Rocket Drawing" – he had arranged these three types of drawings in order outside, and only needed to tear them open in turn to maintain his movement.

To prevent the "Egg Submarine" from being blown to pieces, he added an extra layer of eggshell every time he released a bomb.

Unfortunately, the cautious him had considered everything, but forgot that the direction might be wrong.

When will I reach the shore!

Yan Cheng tore the paper boredly in this cramped space. He didn't know his position, only that he had passed the second level.

Shouldn't I have arrived already? Why hasn't there been any movement for so long?

Yan Cheng really wanted to break open the eggshell and take a look outside, but once he broke it, he would likely be killed by those Water Phantoms.

Keep drifting, wait a little longer.

He didn't want to admit that he had lost his way, and continued to tear the few remaining drawings in his hand, making the best of a bad situation.

Perspective shift.

Qi Jing and the others could only see Yan Cheng's eggshell spinning around in the water of the third level, like a headless fly, unable to return to the second level or reach the end point.

"He's been like this for a while, right?" Miao Kui asked.

Song Jiang also sighed, "Does he really have enough drawings?"

"So, he'll only stop when he hits the wall?"

Qi Jing was often not in the dormitory, so he didn't know when Yan Cheng had drawn these pictures, let alone when he planned to leave this eggshell.

Song Jiang shook his head:

"I don't know. I only know that he usually draws my clouds for practice. I have no idea when he drew these things."

In the dormitory, Yan Cheng almost always painted on the balcony, and they only went to the balcony to get their suitcases and hang their clothes.

Suitcases were only needed at the beginning of the semester and during long vacations.

As for clothes, they would never go there, because ever since Qi Jing drew the New Clothes Technique, they only needed two uses a day, and they never had to wash clothes again.

So none of the three of them knew what Yan Cheng usually drew.

Miao Kui said:

"Maybe he can swim through this third level with his own strength."

Although Yan Cheng's swimming skills were usually a bit lacking, the Water Phantoms in the water were almost all blown up by him. Even with just the waves, it wasn't impossible to get through.

"Maybe."

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Yan Cheng finally felt the number of papers remaining in his hand.

Only 3 left.

Yan Cheng hardened his heart, put these three drawings in his arms, and prepared to embrace the water.

The eggshell quietly disappeared, and Yan Cheng appeared on the surface of the water, followed by a water ball that accurately hit his back.

Fortunately, the quality of the diving suit he was wearing was not bad, and it neutralized most of the force of the blow.

Yan Cheng calmed down and saw that he was now in the middle of the third level, one hundred meters away from the finish line.

How many Water Phantoms are left?

Yan Cheng looked around and found that there was only a water bird flying in the sky.

Not bad, not bad, although he couldn't blow it up, its damage was quite low and hardly interfered with him.

Charge!

Yan Cheng swam towards the finish line.

It's just that he overestimated his swimming skills a bit. After two minutes, he was still struggling in place, unable to move forward even a step, and was even pushed back a few meters by the waves.

Song Jiang asked, "Is there a time limit for this Torrent Trial?"

"Yes, two hours. Only seven minutes have passed. We still have to watch him crawl for more than an hour, haha."

Qi Jing couldn't help but laugh. No matter how many times he saw Yan Cheng's doggy-paddle swimming style, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Yan Cheng struggled in the water. At first, he didn't know if he was moving forward, until he was hit by the water bird again and stopped to observe his position.

Oh my, he was actually going backwards!

What to do!

He only had three drawings on him. He should have prepared a few more "Wooden Boards"!

Take a gamble!

The witty Yan Cheng planned to use the eggshell method again, using the dual thrust of the rocket and bomb to move himself forward.

He found the gap between the waves and the water bird's attack and tore open the three drawings.

The eggshell wrapped him again.

The bomb exploded behind him, giving him an initial speed, and the small rocket continuously accelerated him!

This time the direction was very correct, and without the interference of waves and water birds, he easily reached the shore.

When he felt the impact, he quickly canceled the eggshell and crawled to the finish line on all fours.

Seeing Yan Cheng lying exhausted on the shore, Qi Jing and the others walked over from the audience stand.

"Old Yan, I've already sent the video just now to the group. Thank you for your wonderful performance."

Song Jiang recorded the entire video. Whether he made a fool of himself or not, it was a kind of souvenir.

Yan Cheng sat up, shook the water off his body, and asked:

"Which group? It's not the matchmaking group, is it?"

Song Jiang nodded with a wicked smile:

"Yeah, what's the point of sending it to our small group? All four of us are here."

Yan Cheng glared at him and suddenly reached out to grab his phone:

"Damn it, it's embarrassing! Quickly take it back for me! How will Xiao Xiao laugh at me!"

But he had been struggling below for several minutes just now, how could his physical strength compare to Song Jiang, who hadn't moved at all? He couldn't even touch Song Jiang's phone.

"Didn't you say that showing weakness appropriately is also a way to pursue girls?"

"Damn! Is this how you show weakness!"

Seeing that he couldn't catch Song Jiang, Yan Cheng had no choice but to give up and first register the information about passing the trial:

"Wait until I go to another world to get some good stuff and then come back to deal with you."

"Not afraid!"

Song Jiang shook the phone in his hand, indicating that the video had been uploaded.

Yan Cheng glared at him fiercely.

After registering, he turned to Song Jiang and said:

"You're the only one who hasn't passed the trial yet. Try it quickly. I want to record a video of you too."

"No, let's talk about it a month later."

Apart from his White Dog Cloud allowing him to quickly pass the first level, Song Jiang's abilities were of no help in passing the trial.

He could only exercise his body well and buy some good equipment to pass.

Compared to Fang Jun, the senior in his second year that Qi Jing met on the first day of school, they won because they had Qi Jing's props to help and the advantage of points, which allowed them to shorten the time to pass.

For example, the prototypes of Yan Cheng's "Rocket" and "Bomb" were things that Qi Jing drew. Because what he drew was the "Cartoon Version" with soft lines, it was easier to draw, which allowed Yan Cheng to exert greater power.

The carbon paper was also the reason why he could draw so many.

Qi Jing asked, "What are you guys doing this afternoon?"

Song Jiang said, "I'm going to recruit new members."

"Miao Kui and I are going to wander around another world," Yan Cheng patted Miao Kui on the shoulder.

Seeing that they all had things to do, Qi Jing asked Tan Zuoyin:

"What about us?"

Tan Zuoyin held out a finger:

"Option one, study."

"Pass."

Qi Jing immediately refused. It was impossible to study. Why study when it's already a vacation?

Tan Zuoyin knew he would say that, and then held out a second finger:

"Option two, go to Professor Yue's lab and do research."

"Is there an option three?"

After going there, Qi Jing could only stay there and play on his phone. He couldn't understand a word of that acoustic theory.

"Option three, the research institute."