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

Chapter 3: A flash of light! Got it!

He picked up a silver needle whose tip was almost worn out, and stood in front of the wooden board.

This time, he closed his eyes and no longer stared at the board with his eyes, but relied on his feeling to throw.

At the same time, he silently felt the strength of his arms, palms, and even his fingers, thinking of gathering all the strength into one point.

Whoosh!

Ding, buzzing.

When the flying needle was thrown, it still made the same sound as before.

Fang Hao stepped forward.

This time, the silver needle didn't penetrate too much, and it still submerged about one-third of the way.

After staring at the board for a while, Fang Hao sighed silently.

Sure enough... there is no shortcut, only a lot of practice.

...

On the ninth day, the live broadcast continued.

"Brother, the heads of your needles are almost worn out, don't you need to change some?" Fang Shu picked up a silver needle and looked at it.

Fang Hao shook his head: "No, this is the best way, it can help me practice better."

Fang Shu shook her little head thoughtfully.

Although she didn't understand anything and didn't understand anything, since my brother said that this is good, there should be no problem.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

One after another faint sounds came, and as the flying needles were pierced into the wooden board, the suspended wooden board shook slowly and orderly.

Shaking his sore fingers, Fang Hao stepped forward and pulled out the silver needles from the wooden board one by one.

He could feel that after so many days of hard work, his fingering became more and more proficient and his skills became stronger and stronger.

The silver needles smoothed with this kind of needles have been able to pierce one-third or even a little more.

Maybe... to break through the bottleneck?

At this time, such an idea popped up in Fang Hao's mind.

Ignoring the audience's reaction in the live broadcast room, Fang Hao silently put away all the silver needles, and then ended today's live broadcast.

He sat at the desk, thinking about his practice today.

Summarize, summarize, come up with an effective method, and then add it to practice.

This is what Fang Hao has been doing for a long time, and today is no exception.

Soon, after digesting today's practice, he took out the textbook and entered the review stage.

...

On the tenth day, the live broadcast continued.

Fang Hao made a preliminary attempt today, completely smoothing the needle of the silver needle, and continued to practice.

However, the effect was not good, and the silver needle could only submerge into the needle head.

...

On the fifteenth day, the live broadcast continued.

Fang Hao's attempt has received feedback, and he has been able to submerge a silver needle that has completely flattened the needle by one-third.

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twenty days.

Fang Hao polished a batch of silver needles again, and continued to practice, still maintaining the submerged third.

However, Fang Hao's feeling of breaking through the bottleneck is getting stronger today.

...

fortieth day.

Fang Hao held the silver needle in his hand, took a deep breath, and threw it at the piece of wood again.

Whoosh!

Ding, buzzing.

Did not enter the third position.

still like this...

What went wrong?

Why has half a month passed, and there is still not much progress...

Could it be that there is a problem with my practice method?

Just as his thoughts diverged, a small hand rested on his shoulder.

"Brother, come on, you can do it." Fang Shu stood behind and encouraged him.

Fang Hao nodded and gave a "hmm" with a smile.

At this time, barrages also floated up in the live broadcast room.

[If you want me to talk about the anchor, just give up, it is useless to continue practicing like this, and this is the limit. 】

[Anyone who has a dream is great, but it also depends on whether the dream can be realized or not. 】

[How many days does the anchor plan to practice? 】

How many more days do you plan to practice?

Fang Hao really didn't think about it.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know how many more days to practice before he can achieve the desired result.

Flying needle through wood...

It's really cool to think about, and it's really hard.

He picked up a polished silver needle, and fumbled for the thin silver needle carefully, his eyes were absent-minded, and various thoughts were flying in his mind.

The experiences summed up these days have come to mind.

The control of power has also reached a certain stage, and it just needs an opportunity to break through.

But this opportunity is the most difficult to find and the most difficult to grasp.

How should all the power... be concentrated on the fingers...

Fang Shu looked at her elder brother's condition, knowing that now was not the time to disturb her, so she sat on the chair tactfully, put her small head on the back of the chair, stared at her elder brother with big eyes, and soon her eyes became clear A little sleepy.

Fang Hao ignored everything around him and was still lost in his own thoughts.

Strength... Converge, choose a point to explode...

Fang Hao closed his eyes, pinched the silver needle, sometimes squeezed it tightly, and sometimes let go of his fingers, carefully feeling the emergence and disappearance of power, the increase and decrease of explosive power.

In this way, after going back and forth several times.

Sudden.

Something seemed to appear in his mind, and then quickly disappeared, and his whole body trembled violently.

What's more, there is an indescribable, unknown feeling in my mind, which is recovering a little bit, waking up a little bit, and then fully emerges!

At the same time, an unprecedented power is emerging in his body, from the soles of the feet to the spine, and continues upward along the spine until it reaches the top of the skull.

In an instant, as if something had been broken, that force was quickly dispersed in an instant, spreading to all limbs, bones, and various parts of the body.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Hao felt that his surroundings were also undergoing changes. The indescribable hazy feeling, but the terrifying sense that could penetrate everything, was fully manifested at this moment.

In the next second, all the power seemed to be driven, frantically pouring into the two fingers holding the silver needle.

Right now, right now, immediately throw out the silver needle in your hand!