Host, Give Up, It's Impossible
"Don't worry, brother. Let's do it again.”
Fang Shu was still encouraging him with a smile.
Fang Hao did not say anything. He picked up a silver needle from the side as usual and maintained his previous posture.
Whoosh!
Ding!
Clang...
He continued.
Whoosh!
Ding!
Clang...
……
Fang Hao maintained his speed and threw the silver needles at the wooden board one by one.
This stage continued until Fang Shu's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were about to close. Her exquisite face with three-dimensional facial features was a little sleepy.
Clang.
Then, Fang Hao threw the last silver needle out and it fell to the ground with a loud sound.
Fang Hao quietly picked up the silver needles that were scattered on the ground.
At the same time, he looked at the faint marks on the wooden board.
Not enough, far from enough.
It was far from what he wanted.
He took a deep breath.”
Fang Shu suddenly quivered.”
Fang Hao shook his head.
The surprise in Fang Shu's eyes instantly dissipated."It's okay, brother. I believe you.”
As he spoke, he glanced at the bullet comments in the live broadcast room.
If you ask me, it's really idle to waste this effort. With this energy, you can do anything.
It's fine if you don't like it, but don't deny it or slander it. This is someone else's hobby. Host, do your best. I have high hopes for you.
How should I put it? I hope to see the day when the main character succeeds, but according to what my teacher has instilled in me over the years, I know that this is impossible.
Fang Shu sighed silently.
How could she not know that her brother's hard work of piercing wood with silver needles was impossible?
He just didn't want to see his brother suffer a blow, so he kept encouraging his brother.
He picked up his phone and waved at the audience in the live broadcast room. He smiled and said,"Everyone, that's all for today's live broadcast.”
When is the host going to broadcast?
Seeing this bullet screen, Fang Shu looked at her brother blankly.
Fang Hao also happened to see this bullet comment."Every afternoon at this time, three hours a day.”
"Okay, see you guys tomorrow.”Fang Shu closed the live broadcast room in time.
Then, he tactfully left the room.
She knew that it was time for her brother to revise.
……
The next afternoon, at the same time as usual.
Fang Shu brought her phone into the room. Fang Hao was ready and started practicing again.
[Current number of viewers: 80]
There were dozens of people less than yesterday…
That's right, the live broadcast of his brother throwing a flying needle was indeed boring.
In this fragmented era, everyone was pursuing short-term excitement.
Whoosh!
Ding!
Clang...
Just as he was thinking about it, his brother's Flying Needle Piercing Wood had already begun.
Fang Shu also gathered her thoughts and stood behind her brother, watching silently.
……
On the third day…
On the fourth day…
A total of seven days passed.
On the eighth day, during the live broadcast.
Fang Hao took a deep breath and maintained his previous posture. He suddenly threw out the silver needle between his two fingers!
Whoosh!
Ding! Weng! Weng! Weng!
The silver needle flew out like a stream of light.
This time, it was not bounced off. Instead, it was nailed to the wooden board with a violent tremble!
Fang Shu woke up with a start. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the silver needle nailed to the wooden board. She said in surprise,"Brother, is it done?"
Fang Hao did not answer. Instead, he stepped forward and smiled at the silver needle that was about one-third of the way into the wooden board.
It was already much better than before. Moreover, the explosive power of the silver needles was clearly stronger and faster.
However, it was still not enough. He was still far from his goal.
"It's still early, but I've already felt it. The power of the flying needles is far more than that. Let me think about it.”he said with a smile.
Fang Shu nodded heavily, her delicate little face filled with joy."Yes!"
He felt that this was already his limit. After all, it was just a needle. What else did he want? It was already not easy to pierce into the wooden board.
Streamer still wants to ponder? Did he really think of himself as a talented martial arts expert?
If the streamer can do it, I'll be a king.
I'm streaming with a five-speed fan.
Looking at the bullet comments in the live broadcast room, Fang Shu did not know whether to laugh or cry, but she still waved her hand."Everyone, that's all for today's live broadcast. See you tomorrow.”
After his sister left.
Fang Hao sat in front of his desk, took out his medical textbook, and placed it on it.
Normally, he would quickly flip open his book and immerse himself in the principles of medicine.
But today, he had no intention of revising. Instead, he was lost in thought.
After practicing for so many days, he had summarized some rules and found some tricks.
But…it was far from enough.
It was as if he had fallen into a bottleneck. He could not touch the true threshold, nor could he find any possibility of breaking through.
Could it be that…he really had to continue practicing like this?
" I can't just rely on the explosive force of two fingers. I need to gather the strength of the entire arm into my fingers and then throw the silver needle…"
It sounded simple, but how could he do it?
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