Mystery Makes Me Strong

It took Wen Rensheng a lot of effort to solve the commotion of Xiao Huan's subordinates.

Now they have finally returned to their usual tranquility one by one: eating grass, basking in the sun, and farming every day...

However, outside, this kind of thing is getting worse.

Several popular radio stations in Wasteland, the hottest program every day is "Did you see that woman?"

"Can you paint the most beautiful woman in your heart with a brush?"

"Whether it's a god or a monster, let's compare the most beautiful female in our hearts."

Wen Rensheng felt that there was a big problem here.

But what the specific problem is, we have to observe it.

Not long after, Xiao Huan came to him with great interest.

"Let's go to a game."

"what match?"

"Several tentacle people said that they are going to participate in the competition for the Goddess of Whole Wheat. Everyone has to draw the best male in their hearts with a brush, and then compare to see who draws the true face of the goddess in their hearts." Xiao Huan chattered.

"Goddess? Goddess of Camellia?" Wen Rensheng said casually.

He didn't think that any goddess would appear in the minds of all males, even giant herbivorous beasts.

Men, gods, and beasts, male or female, even Zeus, who is ruthless, cannot reach this level.

Behind the seemingly playfulness, there should be a huge conspiracy hidden.

It must be so.

Thinking of this, he followed Xiao Huan and four or five tentacles to participate in this whole wheat beauty contest.

The location is located in a farm in the middle of the old McCann.

The city was in ruins, but the farm looked cleaner.

If you are hungry, you can find food on the spot, if you are thirsty, you can find a well, and as for the toilet, you can even solve it on the spot.

The organizers are very thoughtful.

Anyone who does something and never thinks about eating, drinking, and sleeping in his plans should never believe a word he says.

In short, when Wen Rensheng came here, he found that there was a lot of noise here.

Adventurers, players, tentacles, mutant beasts, and a group of intelligent zombies...

Well, even the dead bodies are not spared.

This is to let the corpse also cheer up to participate in the election of the Goddess of Camellia.

People from different camps chose different places to gather.

Above the camp, there is still a big broadcast shouting:

"The beauty pageant will be hosted by Vincent, who is proficient in mind reading skills. He will use three tentacles to fully perceive the impression of the goddess in the contestants' minds, and use thirteen tentacles to control the brush to draw it."

"How can one person be enough? There are tens of thousands of contestants here!" Someone said dissatisfied.

"Yeah, I want to draw by myself!" This is a person who is very confident in his drawing skills.

"The game will be held at night, everyone has to line up." The big broadcast continued to shout.

When the evening came, everyone understood why a big touch of Vincent could solve everyone's painting problems.

Because it is several hundred meters high, there are tens of thousands of tentacles alone!

The upper body is an elephant's head, the lower body is full of tentacles, and there are several eyes on each tentacle!

Everyone looked up, as if they were looking at Mount McCann.

"Run!"

"Will this monster eat people?"

"Everyone be quiet, I don't know how to eat people, I eat air." The giant made a "rumbling" sound.

Everyone didn't know why, and felt relieved inexplicably.

"Don't move, I will help you paint."

Speaking of which, the giant stretched out countless tentacles, reaching out to everyone's heads.

And everyone sat down or stood obediently one by one.

Each person is assigned sixteen tentacles, three to read brain information, and thirteen to draw on a drawing board that appears out of thin air.

From Wen Rensheng's point of view, these people seemed to be possessed by demons, and dared to let a group of strange tentacles touch their heads.

Of course, he wouldn't do that.

However, the few tentacles he brought also willingly accepted the touch of the tentacles.

Xiaohuan looked very excited, it has always been interested in such big scenes.

Flying back and forth, and pointing and criticizing each drawing board.

"This is not good-looking, it is obviously a big monster!"

"This one weighs six hundred catties. Is this a sumo wrestler? Some people think this is a beautiful woman?"

"This is pretty good. She turned out to be a cat-eared girl. She turned Wenwen into a cat when she turned around, so she couldn't keep catching Lao Zhao just like a sheep."

Wen Rensheng glanced at this slightly horrifying scene.

In his eyes, this is a Kelvin's studio.

Don't those people feel a little weird atmosphere?

He walked up and down, and finally stopped in front of a picture.

In that painting, there is no female, but instead, a picture of a galaxy.

When Xinghe finished drawing, a female appeared, and there were two men behind that female.

He looked up at the male the painting belonged to.

This is an old man with gray hair and a badge on his chest.

It seems that he left in a hurry and didn't take it off: "Researcher No. XXX of XX launch base".

Star bomber.

how are they here

Could it be that this beauty pageant has something to do with them?

Pictures flashed in Wen Rensheng's mind.

He understood that the star bombers were a wave of people favored by simulators.

The entire wasteland is dominated by the simulator behind it, and this wave of people is equivalent to mastering the general trend, equivalent to the addition of luck in the flow of luck, and also equivalent to the faction supported by the emperor in court battles.

Of course, this does not mean that the star bombers will inevitably win, just like the emperor's support, it will change.

These people do not perform well and will be discarded by the simulator.

He thought of the scene he observed before, these people were imitating the space fortress.

But the core of Battlestar is the combination of digitization and emotion.

Only in this way can we shuttle and jump in the universe.

He began to know.

It all came together again.

Just as he was thinking, on the drawing board in front of him, the female suddenly smiled at him.

Wen Rensheng blinked, and the other party blinked too.

What's this?

Has the tea art started to play?

It's a pity he doesn't take this set.

After all, he is a noble man.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" the female in the drawing board suddenly said.

"It's too ugly." Wen Rensheng shook his head and said.

"Why?" The female was a little annoyed.

"You only have an appearance, but no heart. The appearance is exquisite, but the heart is empty."

"Inner heart, can you see it in your heart?"

"Of course, let me ask you, do you know derivatives?"

"Uh, you know, isn't this something you learned in college?" The female panicked a little.

I majored in tea art in college, and I did derivatives and mathematics with the help of buying tea.

"Oh, then do you know the meaning of the derivative?"

"this……"

The female was silent, and then asked back: "What's the use of you knowing this thing? Just let those wooden heads learn."

"It's boring. When you reach the peak, you will find that all knowledge is useful. The only difference is when to use it." Wen Rensheng shook his head.

"As long as I know how to employ people, why do I need to learn these things?"

"Those who talk like this will be killed in the end."

Wen Rensheng twitched the corner of his mouth.

Why is he asking about derivatives?

Not for nothing, derivatives are local properties of functions. The derivative of a function at a point describes the rate of change of the function around that point.

But now, the changes in the entire wasteland are in sight.

When he mentioned the derivative, he just told the other party that in the face of changes, all appearances are useless.

Useful only inside.