Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 8 Single Ponytail

After a day of efficient learning, Hu Xiaobei has become accustomed to using his spiritual perception ability for a long time and intermittently.

Whether it is walking, sitting, lying down, eating or washing, he can distinguish and maintain the use of his abilities very well.

Efficient learning requires high-frequency use of abilities, which inevitably leads to high consumption.

At the end of the day, even without counting the food supplied by the cafeteria, he had already consumed quite a bit of the food he bought himself.

The original plan was that these foods would last for a week, but now it seems that there is no big problem.

It’s just that the meat consumption is a bit high, and five pounds of cooked meat is barely enough for a week’s consumption.

This is combined with other foods and the consumption after three meals in the cafeteria.

And he can't always buy so much food in the cafeteria, as that would attract too much attention and not fit in with his low-key personality.

Time passed by unknowingly, and as it approached midnight, Hu Xiaobei sensed the degree of evolution of his shadow ability.

[Shadow Level 0]: 6.93%
From the time I got up at seven in the morning until now, it has been almost seventeen hours.

Excluding the time for morning jogging, breakfast and washing up, there are about sixteen hours of intermittent and efficient learning.

Previously, after using the ability for an hour, the degree of evolution was approximately 0.22%-0.23%.

So now the degree of evolution in one hour has increased, gradually reaching about 0.24%.

It can be seen that with the continuous use and familiarity of one's own abilities, as well as the sufficient food supply and conversion, the speed of evolution is increasing.

The only thing I need to worry about now is whether my stomach can withstand this huge wealth.

Generally speaking, a healthy adult's stomach can hold about 1-2 liters of food at a time.

If converted into meat, it is about 1-3 kilograms.

However, this is only the capacity of the stomach. The digestion and absorption situation is also related to the individual's digestive function.

At the same time, digestive ability is also affected by many factors such as gastric acid secretion, gastrointestinal motility, and digestive enzymes in the body.

From the perspective of digestion and absorption, there is no fixed standard for the amount of meat that the human body digests every day.

Generally speaking, the daily intake of livestock and poultry meat should be controlled at around 40-75 grams.

In other words, Hu Xiaobei's stomach is now overloaded.

It's okay in the short term, but if it goes on for a long time, there is a high probability that there will be problems.

In view of this, Hu Xiaobei lay quietly on the bed, closed his eyes, activated his spiritual perception ability and carefully probed into his stomach.

It is a bit like the introspection in martial arts novels, but more intuitive and delicate than introspection.

He "saw" the food in his stomach as a pile of colorful debris, which was being continuously dismantled by an invisible force.

Every time a piece of gray block-like substance is broken down into small, sand-like individuals, a faint halo appears around it.

He could clearly sense that this halo was closely connected with the transformation of mental power.

He tried to intervene directly, but found that he had no effect at all.

Hu Xiaobei thought for a while, and after he began to mobilize his shadow ability, the situation changed fundamentally.

It was as if the shadow ability was a bridge connecting his will and the digestive world within his stomach.

Although the shadow cannot directly affect the digestion of the stomach, the digestion of food in the stomach can be converted into the mental power required for the shadow.

Perhaps it was the influence of will, or perhaps it was the union of spirit and flesh brought about by the shadow ability.

There must be a transformation relationship that is temporarily indescribable.

With the help of the shadow's ability, the stomach and intestines moved and gradually underwent some changes.

The originally calm peristalsis was like ripples on a lake gently blown by the breeze, and the colorful food in the stomach rolled even more violently.

It was as if more mysterious energy was being released from the food, and the halo flickered more frequently.

He extended his spiritual awareness to the tiny beings that aided in digestion.

They are like a group of hardworking elves, and under the influence of shadow power, these elves seem to become more energetic.

As they busy themselves, the food, which resembles colorful building blocks, is broken down faster and faster.

The halo became more and more dazzling, as if more food energy was taking the fast track to be converted into spiritual power.

Hu Xiaobei began to pay attention to the flow of energy in his body again. Those mysterious substances carrying food energy shuttled through his body like flowing colorful light bands.

He used his shadow power to influence the will and push these light strips, making them rush towards their destination at an accelerated speed. At this moment, he felt that his stomach was like a huge furnace activated by a mysterious force.

Under this inexplicable yet real and wonderful connection, the speed at which food is converted into spiritual power is accelerating.

The overloaded pressure on the stomach seemed to be relieved a little in the process.

Before I knew it, another night had passed.

Monday, September 5th, sunny.

Hu Xiaobei had just finished washing up after morning exercise and changed his clothes before going out when he saw his roommates returning to the dormitory with large and small bags.

Everyone returned home to rest for a day, but now it seems like they have just finished a sweep and are returning home with a full load.

Xiao Li was seen saying with great joy, "Let me tell you, that must be the braised pork made by my mother.

It's really amazing, the color is bright red, and when you put it in your mouth, it turns into a bird in one puff.

Every time I eat the braised pork my mom makes, I can eat two more bowls of rice."

Xiao Zhang and Xiao Wang beside them nodded. They had tasted it twice and the flavor still made them linger on it.

Xiao Zhang said with an intoxicated look on his face: "The sweet and sour spareribs made by my mother are also delicious, sour and sweet.

Each piece of ribs is covered with thick sauce. When you take a bite, the meat is so tender, the bones are crispy, and the juice comes out all at once.

The taste is simply unparalleled! I’ll bring you some to try next time.”

Not to be outdone, Xiao Wang praised happily, "The vegetables my mom stir-fries are so fresh and tender, but they're just hard to prepare..."

In the past, Hu Xiaobei always avoided this scene nonchalantly, but in his heart he couldn't help thinking of his deceased grandmother.

Whenever he thought of this, he would always comfort himself that his grandmother passed away peacefully, which was a good thing.

After all, it has been fifty-three years, and the grandfather whom I have never met must be getting impatient!
Hu Xiaobei sniffed, calmed down, and then greeted his roommates with a smile.

Then he quietly left with a grammar book, while his roommates were still discussing the same thing.

Opening the pages of the book, Hu Xiaobei strolled along in the morning sunshine, ignoring the breeze, his mind immersed, always swimming in the ocean of learning.

When I entered the classroom, I hadn’t had time to look around clearly.

A familiar figure with a ponytail first came into view. She was sitting there concentrating on marking something on the test paper.

She was wearing a simple white shirt tucked into a pair of light blue jeans.

The morning light shone through the window onto her fair skin, casting a soft glow. Her perfectly fitted outfit highlighted her slender waist and slightly upturned hips.

The small mole under the end of her right eyebrow flickered playfully in the light and shadow. On her delicate face, her eyelashes were slightly curled up like a small fan, casting a faint shadow under her eyelids.

A pair of bright big eyes looked at the test paper intently, his lips slightly pursed, revealing a charming seriousness.

As she moved, her single ponytail swayed slightly, like a willow branch dancing in the morning breeze.

At this moment, even the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper seems to have a unique rhythm.

When he saw her, Hu Xiaobei found his seat.

Although, he could no longer remember the girl's name.

Well, she could barely be considered my deskmate.

Because Hu Xiaobei's seat was in the first row in the middle, in other words, he had two classmates.

In the last one or two months, everyone's seats no longer changed.

Hu Xiaobei coughed lightly, and Lin Yue raised her head, her big eyes full of clarity.

"Morning."

Her voice was as sweet as the birdsong in the morning, but she did not stand up and give up her seat.

He just leaned back slightly to make some space.

Hu Xiaobei lifted his leg skillfully, stepped from the steps beside the podium into his seat, and sat down sideways neatly.

Then, his eyes fell on several mock test papers on the table as if attracted by a magnet.

The red handwriting on it was particularly eye-catching, and the score of this mock exam seemed to be about to come out, bringing a nervous and oppressive feeling.

(End of this chapter)