Carrying the heavy female Shura field to become the strongest

Chapter 20 Gravity Lady Sword

"You can't fake the immaturity of middle school students because you haven't put your heart into it."

Li Xingming pointed to his chest, then tidied up the workbench slightly, making it look neat.

The tutor seemed to understand something: "Is it the theory of role-playing? If you are fully immersed in the role-playing and enter a certain flow state, you will naturally create a product that meets the standards of the person you are playing..."

"Acting" is one of the means for humans to comprehend the extraordinary, and is on par with methods such as "meditation". There is no distinction between good and bad, but acting sounds cooler and the threshold is higher.

For example, Ibrahim von Hoysu, the most famous mechanical designer of our time, has to go through a process that is comparable to a shaman dance before each work, with a full sense of ritual.

According to him, when he was creating those extraordinary works that were both beautiful and practical, he was in a state of chaos and trance.

I don’t know which demigod has possessed me.

Everyone present at the family workshop had an educational background in modern engineering, so it was easy for them to understand Li Xingming's acting ideas.

However, serious acting has a clear target, and the lower level imitates the higher level.

Playing a junior high school student...it still sounds too abstract.

Oh, no, no.

Li Xingming has been very abstract since childhood.

If you think about it this way, it is a professional match and the probability of success is still very high.

Li Xingming just glared.

Suddenly there was a burst of stupidity and clarity.

"I want to be the top scholar in Dongjiang Province!"

"Unlimited fighting, capable of competing in the Haicheng Major!"

"I can win the National Middle School Student Magic Competition S8!"

After muttering a few meaningless words, Li Xingming picked up the rune carving tools on the table.

All in one go.

“…So, the solution to many problems with craftsmanship is to invest genuine emotion.”

Li Xingming stuffed the core part of the automatic table tennis ball serving machine into the arms of the stunned tutor and returned to his workbench.

Ancient craftsmen often put their whole heart into making things. In other words, only those who are truly passionate about their craft would enter the industry.

Modern people have a lot to consider: performance, relationships, mortgages, year-end optimization, going back to their hometown for a blind date...

"Oh, by the way." Li Xingming asked the tutor casually, "Brother Wu, I remember you went on a blind date a few days ago. How did it go?"

"Don't ask, don't ask."

"Okay meow."

The tutor and his helpers looked closely at the freshly finished product, and suddenly they all raised their heads, stared at each other, and nodded heavily.

"It's done. Xingbo is using this for a school assignment. It's so natural, it looks like Xingbo made it himself. Look at this, the coupling is awful. If it tilted even a little to the side, the whole structure would be ruined."

"Xingming really understands. By the way, have you had any in-depth contact with junior high school students working on competition projects recently? It's impossible that the smell is so strong without field research."

"So you're portraying... uh, a collection of stereotypes of overly self-aware, overconfident junior high school students?" the tutor asked humbly.

Compared to many maple syrup people who just follow the crowd, the tutor is very impressed with Li Xingming's level.

The fact that a zero-level mortal can independently complete complex rune work proves that his soul is born with a super strong perception of spiritual power.

In a sense, Li Xingming is a true genius among the third generation of the Li family, but almost no one believes it.

There are some things that can only be understood by seeing them with your own eyes, putting aside your prejudices and making rational assessments.

In this era where self-media is filled with emotions and lies, the truth is a very precious thing.

Li Xingming thought about it and said perfunctorily, "I guess so. I'm going to make my own thing, so shut up."

"Ok."

The tutor did not leave because Li Xingming helped him with his work, but quietly began to observe Li Xingming's production.

He didn't say that people are not allowed to watch it, which means that people can watch it.

Li Xingming is a straightforward person.

The latch on the back of the Granite Mechanic Dog's head was known in the Sixth Era as the "Gravity Grip." Due to its inherent gravity properties, even a user with limited strength can, with proper training, unleash considerable lethality.

It is very suitable for the petite and slender Jiang Qianqian.

First, the gravity handle is ultrasonically cleaned in an all-round, deep, thorough and in-depth manner.

This step is important considering how Li Xingming defeated the Granite Mechanism Hound.

The handle has been determined, and what Li Xingming needs to work on is mainly the main part of the weapon.

The family workshop usually stores precious mineral materials mined from the ruins. Li Xingming selected a suitable one and began to build the main body of the weapon.

Two hours later.

It's done.

"What is this..." the tutor asked cautiously, like a dull student who was often scolded by the teacher, "a light greatsword?"

"Ah."

"Just a light greatsword?"

"What else could it be? Could it be the catalyst for the sword's wings to unfold and unleash the infinite sword technique?"

"...Haha, it's not that you're amazing, I just feel like the weapons you forge shouldn't be ordinary."

"It's actually quite ordinary. Qianqian doesn't need any special weapons right now, so it's easier to develop good habits with ordinary weapons. As long as the main characteristics of the weapon suit your personal development path, it's fine."

The tutor's expression froze. "Is this made for your childhood sweetheart?"

"Ah."

"..."

"It's great to have a childhood sweetheart. With someone like you, you won't have to go on blind dates in the future."

"What's the connection between childhood sweethearts and blind dates?"

"..."

The tutor didn't know whether Li Xingming was pretending to be stupid or really believed that there was nothing innocent between him and Jiang Qianqian.

After all, he can play the role of an overly self-conscious junior high school kid vividly, and his acting skills are very solid.

The truth is also false when it is false.

Fortunately, someone ran into the family workshop excitedly and interrupted the tutor's thinking process.

It’s Xingbo coming home from school.

The boy had a face that was both foolish and clear. When he saw Li Xingming, his eyes lit up and he rushed over to ask:
"Brother Xingming, you met Master Ye Sheng yesterday, right?"

“I saw it today, too.”

"Is she powerful? Is she as knowledgeable and skilled in fighting as the legend says?"

"That should be the case. She didn't hit me."

"Haha, that's great! I want to become a strong person like that in the future." Xing Bo clenched his fist. "Although my starting point is low, I believe that as long as I manage it well, I can become the top scorer in Dongjiang Province and enter the best university in Beijing. I will have a chance to surpass her in the future."

"Come on, meow." Li Xingming turned around and went to clean up the workbench.

Xingbo was stunned for a moment. Ah, I always felt that my cousin was a bit perfunctory.

Forget it, he’s just a cousin who doesn’t do his job and only knows how to hang out with common girls who study art. Xingbo didn’t care too much about Li Xingming’s attitude and went to talk to the tutor instead.

"Teacher Wu, our PE coach showed us a video of the Unlimited Fighting Tournament today. I feel like if I practice more, maybe I can even compete in the Haicheng Major International Invitational Tournament!"

"Should I sign up for the National Middle School Student Magic Competition and give it a try? I've looked at cases from previous years, and it seems like some of the champions are pretty weak. Their designs aren't even as sophisticated as the fully automatic table tennis ball serving machine I created for my homework project. Maybe if I put in some effort, I could win too."

"..."

The tutor tried hard not to laugh.

He glanced at Li Xingming and found that this guy looked very calm, as if he didn't find his cousin's over-inflated self-confidence ridiculous at all.

Now, he understood why Li Xingming could imitate Xingbo's style so accurately.

Yes, it’s happening right now!
(End of this chapter)