Elf Fruit System

Thunder flashed at dawn, roaring for a while, the wind was about to blow and the rain was about to rain.

Chen Fo wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at the window again. Although he couldn't see the entire sky, the gray feeling was still conveyed through the energy-saving lamps in the classroom, like a curtain wrapped around the outside of the lantern, slightly obscuring the light but still able to illuminate.

The incandescent light illuminated the paper rolls placed on the table. The soil in the small flowerpot was half filled, and all that was left was to plant something in it.

However, the operations he is performing now are all based on a succulent cultivation manual he had read before, and he doesn't know whether the knowledge is applicable to seedlings.

No matter how you think about it, it shouldn't be appropriate, right?

Chen Fo was lost in thought as he filled the flowerpot with the last bit of dirt on the shovel, then patted the uneven surface of the soil with the back of the shovel.

The sapling buried in the soil is stretching its arms, and its slender arms are trying to bend outward. Although there is no kind touch of the sun, it still instinctively grows towards the direction of sufficient light.

Its roots quietly emerged from the brown soil, and its body stretched out one by one, just like the afternoon sun. The old man swayed in the rocking chair, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

Chen Fo looked towards the window again, but unfortunately, there was no brilliance in the clean glass frame. All that was left were dark clouds, a gloomy sky, and a dull air. There was also a decoration scaffolding built not far away, and a metal bracket wrapped in engineering fabric.

It's a rainy day again.

The water in the bathtub at home needs to be changed. Thinking about it this way, the mosquito-repellent frog is still obsessed with the fish tank where it used to stay, even though its body can no longer fit into it.

The mosquito-repellent frog likes rainy days the most, maybe because of the feeling of raindrops hitting its skin?

It always runs to the yard with the fish tank in its arms. The fish tank is often placed under the eaves. The roof that protrudes a little is the first place where the rain falls. They flow along the narrow space in the gap, turn into drops of water condensed in the corners of the eaves, and fall into the small water tank drippingly.

Every time this happened, the yard suffered a great disaster. The ground was wet as if there was a flood, although rainy days would eventually turn the yard into this.

It’s not that Chen Fo doesn’t like rainy days. The crisp jumping feeling of the ink-black raindrops hitting the bamboo umbrella, and the cool raindrops like white frost gently brushing his face with the wind, this unique experience brought by the rain is a feeling that is difficult to replicate in other ways.

All kinds of strange thoughts flashed through his head. He fiddled with the small shovel in his hand for a while and finally put it down. He had almost finished the questions. Except for the last one, he solved all the other questions smoothly.

Maybe?

At least Chen Fo himself still felt good.

Then, there is only one last question.

He took a deep breath and returned his attention to the test paper.

[NO4. Please use a mild agent to identify the finished product. The identification value must be greater than 50%.]

Then he typed a question mark, what is the appraisal value?

Chen Fo was confused. Not only him, but Wu Lianmiao, who was sitting at a dozen tables behind him, also stayed where he was.

Wu Lianmiao scratched his head, and scratched his head again after seeing the question. As a qualified academic master, he actually didn't understand the question. He couldn't help but doubt himself. Could it be that his scores in the recent mock exams at school were very low?

You're just borrowing Xianyu's test paper for reference. You shouldn't be so ignorant as to not even know the mitigating medicine, right?

He pondered for a long time, and finally, with a loud bang, he slapped his forehead. Wu Lianmiao suddenly had an idea and realized that this question was definitely beyond the scope of the syllabus!

How to deal with questions beyond the syllabus?

Wu Lianmiao, a top student in problem solving, teaches you online and you’re done editing.

Let’s first write about the effect of the alleviating agent. Well, it should be a drug similar to an intermediary, mainly used to balance the two medicinal properties so that the medicinal properties can be integrated.

While Wu Lianmiao was writing furiously, Chen Fo did not sit and wait. Thanks to the good habits he had developed during the exam, how could there be any blank spaces on the test paper? They had to be filled in!

This "identification value" is probably similar to the index of the purity of the energy block, perhaps referring to the success rate?

A mitigating agent is a kind of agent specially added when balancing multiple fruits grafted together. In addition to balancing the two medicinal properties that previously had inconsistent functions, it also has the effect of balancing the negative and positive effects of the agents. This means that in most cases, the people who use mitigating agents are often not growers, but laboratory researchers.

This is how the book explains "relief potions," in a list of potions at the end of the book.

Chen Fo stopped writing. There was nothing wrong with the formula he derived in the draft. The only problem was that there were no "problem-solving steps" for the "alleviating drug" in the book at all.

Make one?

Yes, you can, but don't forget that this is a practical question, and the examiner will give points based on the final product. It's like a high-level math problem. No matter how beautifully you write the process, if the answer is wrong, you will not get full marks.

The classroom seemed to become a little brighter. Chen Fo pinched the eraser between his fingertips and turned his head to look at the window.

The painting is so empty that it looks like the world is silent in the black sky;

The peaceful image was like the reflection of someone walking on a muddy dirt road after rain, while the reflection of them walking beside the lake looked like they were standing normally;

That reassuring blank painting, the black that fills the entire canvas, can also be a piece of drawing paper, just waiting for someone to use a toothpick to scratch out the wonderful paint under the shell.

Then came the sun, an unbelievable star that suddenly lit up. It passed through Chen Fo's eyes, and it silently burst out with orange-red light in Chen Fo's sight. It burned heroically, and it burned desperately.

what is that?

That was definitely not the sun. He saw the clouds rolling and fleeing. The gray curtain covering the earth was suddenly lifted, and even the wind that was banging against the windows seemed to have disappeared.

If that was the sun painted on the canvas by an artist, how much color could the explosion of a star add to the canvas?

Chen Fo didn't know, nor did he need to know, because it was just the lonely fall of a star, and the reason for falling never needed to be known.

Even so, this was the brightest "sunrise" Chen Fo had ever seen since he came to this world. The light passed through the thick clouds, like a huge hammer, smashing the dark raincoat covering the clouds. Flowing down the broken raincoat were even heavier tears.

The inky raindrops silently washed over this world full of resistance, the wild wind unbridled the ideals and set them on fire, the blank paper thrown on the rooftop passed through the iron railings, like a hand-folded paper airplane, it was pushed by the wind and flew shakily into the sky.

The furious thunder and lightning roared angrily within the body of the dark cloud. The roaring lightning was its farewell to the injustice of this world and the past without ifs. The lightning covered up all the past in its last roar, and the thunder and lightning completely fell apart before the last aftersound.

There was also a ray of fire, which first lit up in the cloud, and then the cloud seemed to be torn apart by someone, and the scattered clouds screamed and fled from the embrace of the "mother". The "mother" did not pay any attention to her children who were fleeing everywhere. She just remained silent, watching her body quickly disappear in the storm.

Because among the clouds thousands of meters above the sky, a farewell that few people are watching is coming to an end.

The world suddenly fell into silence, the raindrops falling from the sky suddenly stopped for a moment, and the sound of rustling papers surrounded and echoed in the classroom.

The ink color is fading, and the rain water is gradually becoming clear. Through the fragile "eyes" condensed into amber-like crystals, people can see the dispersed blue sky and the floating and scattered sparks. It falls as lightly as a feather, and only a little black ash remains in the palm of your hand.

It is the "sun", it is burning, it has already burned out.

The clouds are rolling, and the clear light falls on the earth, turning into wind, blowing across the green grass;

It turned into a dove, the white dove flapped its wings, picked up a bunch of branches with tender buds, and flew into the blue sky;

It turned into a "star", covering up the noisy jingling sound of the bells.

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The storm is gone, and the ups and downs have been left behind.

It was silent, as if nothing had happened.

The sky is blue, the sun is gentle, and cotton balls are formed into clouds, shaping the softness into various shapes.

The instigator said nothing more about this.

The bell rang loudly, the test papers were sealed back into the leather bags, and the candidates chatted enthusiastically.

The sun rises and the new sun sets.