My Hard-Working Skills Were Exposed, And The Police Asked Me To File For The Record

Chapter 2: Anchor Give Up, It's Impossible

"Don't worry, brother, one more time."

Fang Shu still encouraged with a smile.

Fang Hao didn't say anything, and picked up a silver needle from the side as usual, maintaining the previous posture.

Whoosh!

Ding.

Clang...

continue.

Whoosh!

Ding.

Clang...

...

Fang Hao continued to maintain the previous speed, throwing the silver needles towards the wooden board one by one.

This stage lasted until Fang Shu's beautiful almond eyes were almost closed, and her delicate face with three-dimensional facial features was a little sleepy.

Clang.

Then the last silver needle was thrown out by Fang Hao, and it fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Fang Hao silently picked up the silver needles scattered on the ground.

At the same time, he looked at the shallow marks all over the board.

Not enough, far from enough.

It was far from the silver needle piercing wood he wanted.

He took a deep breath: "Let's call it a day."

Fang Shu shook her head suddenly: "Is my brother done?"

Fang Hao shook his head.

The surprise in Fang Shu's eyes dissipated in an instant: "It's okay, brother, I believe in you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room.

[If you want me to say that it takes such effort, it's really idle. If you have this energy, you can get things done anywhere. 】

[You may not like it, but don't deny it or slander it. This is someone's hobby. Come on, anchor, I like you. 】

[How should I put it, I hope to see the day when the protagonist succeeds, but based on what my teacher has taught me over the years, I know it's impossible. 】

Fang Shu sighed silently.

How could she not know that elder brother's hard work of piercing wood with silver needles is impossible.

It's just that I don't want to see my brother get hit, so I always encourage my brother.

Picking up the phone, he waved to the audience in the live broadcast room, and said with a smile, "Everyone, that's the end of today's live broadcast."

[When will the anchor broadcast live? 】

Seeing this barrage, Fang Shu looked at her brother blankly.

Fang Hao also happened to see this barrage: "At this time every afternoon, three hours a day."

"Well, then everyone, see you tomorrow." Fang Shu closed the live broadcast room in time.

Then, he exited the room tactfully.

She knew that it was time for her brother to review.

...

The next afternoon, same time as usual.

Fang Shu came into the room with her mobile phone in hand, Fang Hao got ready and practiced again.

[Current number of live broadcast online: 80 people]

There are dozens of people less than yesterday...

Also, the live broadcast of my brother throwing a flying needle is really meaningless.

In this era of fragmentation, everyone is pursuing short-term stimulation.

Whoosh!

Ding,

Clang...

Just as I was thinking about it, my brother's flying needle piercing wood had already started.

Fang Shu also restrained her thoughts, stood behind her brother, and watched silently.

...

the third day...

day four...

Seven full days have passed.

On the eighth day, live broadcast time.

Fang Hao took a deep breath, maintained the previous posture, and suddenly threw the silver needle held between two fingers!

Whoosh!

Ding, buzzing.

The silver needle flew out like a ray of light.

This time, it was not ejected, but was directly nailed to the wooden board with a violent shaking!

Fang Shu woke up startled, squinted at the silver needle nailed to the wooden board, and said pleasantly, "Brother, it's done?"

Fang Hao didn't answer, but stepped forward, looked at the silver needle that was about a third of the way into the wood, and smiled a little.

It is already much better than before, and the explosive power of throwing the silver needle is obviously stronger and faster.

But it was still not enough, and it was still far from his goal.

"It's still early, but I already have a feeling that the power of the flying needle is far more than that. I'm thinking about it." He laughed.

Fang Shu nodded heavily, her delicate face was full of joy: "Yes!"

[I feel like this is already the limit, after all, what else do you want with a needle? It is not easy to get into the wooden board. 】

[The anchor still wants to think about it? You don't really think of yourself as a talented martial arts master, do you? 】

[If the anchor can fly a needle through wood, I will be a king. 】

[I am a fan of the fifth gear on the live broadcast day. 】

Looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room, Fang Shu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she still waved her hand: "Everyone, this is the end of today's live broadcast, see you tomorrow."

After my sister left.

Sitting in front of the desk, Fang Hao took out medical student textbooks and placed them on the desk.

If it was normal, he would quickly open the book and immerse himself in the principles of studying medicine.

But today, he didn't have the slightest thought of reviewing, but instead fell into deep thought.

According to so many days of practice, he summed up some rules and found a little trick.

But... not enough.

It was as if he had fallen into a bottleneck, unable to touch the real threshold, nor could he find any possibility to break through.

Is it possible...do you really want to keep practicing like this?

"You can't just rely on the explosive power of the two fingers, you need to gather the strength of the entire arm on the fingers, and then throw the silver needle..."

It's easy to say, but how do you do it?