Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 24 Outlook and Wingsuit

Hu Xiaobei walked out of the examination room steadily with a complex emotion of fatigue and relief.

He squinted slightly to adapt to the bright yet soft light outside.

At this time, the sunset is like a layer of gorgeous brocade, spreading wantonly between the sky and the earth.

The sunlight penetrates the gaps between the branches and leaves, like scattered gold, carefully drawing patterns of light and shadow on the ground.

Hu Xiaobei gently adjusted his breathing and slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually becoming clearer from blurry.

The scene before him made him feel a little dazed, as if he had instantly stepped from a smoke-filled battlefield into a peaceful and leisurely paradise.

The camphor tree next to me has old leaves of deep dark green, while the new leaves sparkle with lively emerald green light under the caress of the setting sun. The gradually growing shade is like a natural giant green umbrella, bringing a touch of coolness to this small world.

The branches sway gracefully in the breeze, and a leaf quietly leaves the branch with attachment and reluctance, spinning and slowly falling with a light posture, as if bidding a silent and affectionate farewell to its mother body.

A breeze blew quietly, carrying the elegant and long-lasting unique fragrance of the camphor tree, lingering around his body, gently seeping into his heart, quietly blowing away the tension and fatigue in the examination room bit by bit.

Looking up, outside the campus wall, it seemed as if an endless world was waving to him.

The skyline at the edge of the river city was outlined in a hazy outline under the afterglow of the setting sun, as if it was the boundary waiting for him to cross on his future journey.

The gorgeous sunset in the sky was like a gorgeous brocade curtain spread out for him by fate, full of unknowns and surprises.

Hu Xiaobei suddenly felt like a dragon that had been trapped in the shallows for a long time. Now, he had broken free from his restraints and was about to leap into the vast ocean, where he could roam freely from then on.

His pace unconsciously quickened, facing the sunset until he was running. Every step seemed to be a step towards the future, and every step was his lost youth.

My heart is full of desire and imagination for the future. All my past efforts have turned into the power to soar into the sky at this moment, and I set sail fearlessly towards the vast world.
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After more than ninety minutes of fighting on the battlefield, there was some consumption.

Hu Xiaobei came to the cafeteria and ordered two meals in a domineering manner. He ate slowly, taking a bite of one and tasting the other.

The college entrance examination is over, there is no need to rush anymore.

Next, it is time to slow down, enjoy the present life, and work hard for the future life.

By the time Hu Xiaobei finished showing off his two dinners and walked out of the cafeteria, the bell for the end of the college entrance examination officially rang.

Strolling in the familiar campus, watching the candidates in twos and threes, some silent and low-key, some chatting and playing, some talking loudly, some happy and upset, for a moment, people shuttled through the scenery, the scenery was evocative and long-lasting, and all I saw was beautiful scenery.

Hu Xiaobei walked aimlessly on the campus where he had lived for three years.

He walked past the teaching building which used to be filled with the sound of reading, and which was the palace of knowledge.

He walked across the playground that was once covered with sweat and was the stage for sports.

Walk through the quiet garden, where you will find yourself embraced by nature.

Every corner of the campus carries his memories.

While wandering around unknowingly, I arrived at the library of the affiliated high school.

Hu Xiaobei smiled self-deprecatingly and walked in.

Slowly walking between the bookshelves, fingers sliding across the neatly arranged books, as if having a silent conversation with them.

Time passed quietly in this quiet library, and finally, in a slightly hidden corner, some books about daily recipes caught his eye.

He took a few steps forward and gently pulled out a few books.

He walked over to a desk by the window, sat down slowly, and opened one of the cookbooks with great anticipation.

However, what comes into view is the ubiquitous and headache-inducing "appropriate amount" and "certain amounts".

His brows instantly wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character, his face full of bitterness, and he could only shake his head helplessly.

For someone like him whose cooking skills are only mediocre, these vague expressions are undoubtedly like a series of difficult to cross ravines.

His original enthusiasm had dissipated a lot, and he was now full of confusion and helplessness, not knowing where to start his culinary exploration journey. When his grandmother was alive, he often helped her, and she also taught him this skill.

He has hardly cooked since his grandmother passed away, and it has been just over two years.

However, as a reborn person, he has abandoned this traditional craft for more than twenty years.

Fortunately, he didn't have to memorize or recite these cooking skills, he just needed to understand them quickly.

In this way, he only needs to read a few more books to have a rough idea of ​​it. As for how much he knows, that depends on his talent.

Hu Xiaobei first found the thinnest home cooking recipe book. When he activated his spiritual perception ability, he entered a state of rapid reading and comprehension, and could read a page in an average of five seconds.

The book is less than 150 pages long and can be read in 12 minutes.

The thickest one is less than 300 pages, which only takes about 20 minutes to read.

In addition, there are often repeated menus in these different home cooking recipes, so the further you go, the faster you will read.

In just fifty minutes, Hu Xiaobei had finished reading eight or nine home cooking recipes.

As his knowledge of similar recipes continued to grow, Hu Xiaobei's understanding of cooking became more and more applicable.

Of course, he has not actually tried it yet, and now he can only be regarded as a king of talking. Just the right amount and how much are enough for him to explore.

He put the recipes back on the bookshelf one by one, but his eyes were attracted by several books about wing suit flying and aeronautics.

He had a thought and remembered his shadow ability.

The recent improvement in his shadow abilities and his new ability to turn the virtual into the real have made him eager to try something new.

If it weren't for the college entrance examination, he wouldn't have been able to endure until now.

Hu Xiaobei quickly flipped through the titles of the books, then took out a few books, found a quiet corner to sit down, and began to read carefully.

The explanation of the relationship between wing shape, air flow rate and pressure in wing suit flying made him fall into deep thought.

He began to think about whether he could use his shadow ability to make the shadow real and transform it into a wing shape similar to a wing suit, and then use the power of the air to glide when jumping from a low altitude.

He constructed the shape of the shadow in his mind, imagining the air flowing over its surface.

From Bernoulli's principle to posture control in actual operation, he tried to find feasibility in theory.

Since ancient times, flying has been like a bright and unreachable star, deeply embedded in the vast sky of the human soul, and has become a great dream that generations of people have been thinking about and pursuing unswervingly.

Throughout history, many fearless pioneers have resolutely embarked on the journey of exploring the mysteries of flight, even if the road ahead was fraught with thorns and their lives were uncertain.

There was a brave wingsuit flyer, full of passion for the sky, who jumped from a towering cliff, trying to challenge the limits of speed and airflow.

However, in that thrilling moment, due to insufficient prediction of the sudden change in wind direction, the flight trajectory was out of control, and eventually the plane crashed, and its life came to an abrupt end.

There was a persistent inventor who, in order to realize his dream of human-powered flight, built a uniquely structured aircraft.

On the day of the test flight, although he flapped his wings hard, he fell straight down from mid-air due to a mechanical failure, sacrificing his precious life for the aviation industry.

Although Hu Xiaobei also knew that this was full of uncertainties, his desire to explore was hard to suppress.

At this moment, the image of himself gliding in the air with the help of his shadow appeared in front of him, which was both absurd and exciting.

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