Chapter 86: Chapter 84: Consecutive Promotions
Click.
The playback button sounded, and the tape stopped rotating.
The whole lecture hall regained its brightness.
The desolate and eerie echoes also disappeared from the ears, fading away...
Fang Cheng took a deep breath.
Suddenly, there was a sense of relief, and even cold sweat erged on his body.
It seed that due to too much imrsion, his head was swollen, his temples throbbed intensely, and he felt vaguely nauseous.
He rubbed his forehead vigorously, Fang Cheng looked at the panel information that appeared in front of him.
[Warning! You have slightly overdrawn your spirit, your physical condition is poor, please rest.]
[Warning! You have excessively overdrawn your spirit, your physical condition is very poor, please rest.]
.........
His gaze swept past these warnings, and he continued to look down.
A stream of new information scrolling made his eyes light up.
[Congratulations, through relentless effort, your skill has reached the expert level.]
[Nanyang Language lv1 (0/250)]
[You have received a skill enhancent reward, 1 Spirit Attribute point.]
.........
[Congratulations, through relentless effort, your skill has reached the expert level.]
[Desert Language lv1 (0/250)]
[You have received a skill enhancent reward, 1 Spirit Attribute point.]
.........
[Congratulations, through relentless effort, your skill has reached the expert level.]
[Latin lv1 (0/250)]
[You have received a skill enhancent reward, 1 Spirit Attribute point.]
.........
Seeing the Spirit Attribute increase from 22 points to 25 points, the languid state of his body also got sowhat alleviated.
Fang Cheng exhaled softly.
Then, his gaze shifted to the four foreign language skill bars.
[Japan Language lv1 (197/250)]
[Nanyang Language lv1 (123/250)]
[Desert Language lv1 (101/250)]
[Latin lv1 (89/250)]
"This..."
Having seen the real progress shown in the skill bar, Fang Cheng still felt a strong shock inside.
This speed of experience skyrocketing was beyond imagination, reaching more than ten tis the efficiency of self-study ordinarily.
Considering that he had over 20 points of Spirit Attribute and also possessed two spirit-related skills, his learning efficiency was already astounding.
Fang Cheng closed his eyes, continuing to slowly massage his forehead.
Recalling the feeling of listening to those strange syllables, he made various guesses in his heart.
Suddenly, a soft and lodious voice sounded beside him:
"Are you alright? You look so pale."
Fang Cheng opened his eyes, only to see Lin Chuqiao’s eyes full of concern, looking at him.
He shook his head to indicate he was fine.
At this ti, Professor Hao also resud speaking, continuing the lecture.
"The voice on this recording tape was personally recorded by a colleague of mine, who now suffers from auditory hallucinations due to ntal issues and is receiving treatnt in a hospital."
"Perhaps it is a call from the ancestors in his bloodline, or perhaps there really are deities that can be communicated with..."
"After the birth of civilization, humans’ ability in social collaboration enhanced, but the psychic ability inherent in language has been continuously declining..."
About two hours of lecture and interaction ended.
The listeners, still eager for more, surrounded Professor Hao, putting forth their questions and insights.
So also requested to borrow this recording tape to study it carefully.
Professor Hao Yu flatly refused:
"Sorry, this material is too precious. The relevant departnts have notified , prohibiting its distribution."
"The reason I chose to announce it here is primarily because I don’t want my colleagues’ research results to be buried, showing it briefly to you all is already the biggest effort I can make..."
Hearing this, Fang Cheng, who stood on the outer edge of the crowd, also abandoned the sa thought.
Then, with speculations in mind, he turned and left the lecture hall.
As he walked out the door, he saw a graceful figure standing at the front of the corridor, seemingly waiting for him.
"What—"
Lin Chuqiao extended her fair hand, passing over a black pen.
"What is this?"
Fang Cheng was slightly stunned.
"It’s a recording pen."
Lin Chuqiao’s lips curled up, showing a tinge of pride:
"I’ve already copied all the data from the tape and am lending it to you for a few days."
Fang Cheng gazed at her large eyes, which hid behind her glasses like the shifting gaze of a Persian cat.
Several seconds later, he thanked her.
It seed this woman had insider information all along and had prepared in advance.
As he took the pen from her hand, he sighed inwardly, owing her a favor he didn’t know how to repay.
"Hey, did the lecture inspire any ideas regarding the characters on the postcard your girlfriend sent you?"
Lin Chuqiao asked another question.
Fang Cheng shook his head and waved goodbye to her.
Watching the man’s retreating figure, Lin Chuqiao’s eyes sparkled as she murmured softly:
"It seems I need to wait a little longer..."
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At ho, in the bedroom.
Fang Cheng sat at the desk, staring intently at the black recording pen in his hand.
After returning ho, he didn’t imdiately play the copied audio data.
Instead, he closed his eyes to recuperate; nearly half an hour later, he was ready for a new attempt.
"It should be enough now..."
Feeling good about his physical condition, Fang Cheng took a deep breath.
His gaze then turned solemn as he pressed the playback button on the recording pen.
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
After a brief wait.
The desolate, eerie mooing sound arose again.
In an instant, Fang Cheng was transported to the primordial age.
As each monosyllable rang out and echoed in his ears,
He felt as if he was listening to a primitive sacrificial lody to the gods.
It seed as if he could see the ancient ancestors paving their way with hardships, struggling to pass down their bloodlines and civilization.
This illusion was several tis more realistic than practicing Air Attack or simulating imaginary enemies.
At the sa ti, a series of prompt ssages cascaded like a waterfall before his eyes.
[You are perceiving a certain mysterious voice, all language-related skill experience
1]
[You are perceiving a certain mysterious voice, all language-related skill experience
1]
[You are perceiving a certain mysterious voice, all language-related skill experience
1]
.........
On the panel, the experience points for the four foreign language skills were rapidly increasing.
The progress bar for Japan Language skills was still climbing even after breaking through to lv2.
Just then, a sudden, piercing pain shot through his brain.
Fang Cheng furrowed his brows and imdiately pressed the stop button on the recording pen.
As the playback stopped, he also snapped out of that wondrous state.
Feeling a more intense headache than before, Fang Cheng rubbed his temples and the area between his eyebrows.
Now, he felt like a gar who had been battling through gas for two nights straight without sleep.
"My spirit still hasn’t fully recovered; I’ll wait a few more days."
"But..."
Fang Cheng silently mused, his eyes sharpening as he noticed the new change on the panel.
[Japan Language lv2 (79/500)]
[Skill Enhancent Reward,
2 Spirit Attributes]
This attempt at least proved that the audio data was indeed very helpful for him.
With his Spirit Attribute already as high as 27 points.
Perhaps next ti he could use the Concentration Skill simultaneously to see if there are even more astonishing effects.
Fang Cheng put away the recording pen, glanced at the postcard aside.
Looking up towards the slowly falling night outside the window, he relaxed quietly.
Suddenly, he rembered sothing and imdiately stood up.
"Damn it!"
Then he took out a beautifully wrapped box from the wardrobe, quickly ran to the hallway, put on his shoes.
Next, he opened the door and went next door to Zhou Xiui’s door, raising his hand to knock.
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