In the red clay pond, on a circular clay platform, tourists sit or squat, concentrating on carving clay figures.

In addition to the rustling sound of iron carving knives cutting clay clinker, there was also the sound of heavy breathing caused by fear of some passengers, which in turn accentuated the terrifying silence of the earthen platform.

Song Li raised her arm and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Before I knew it, my underwear had become soaked and stuck to my body, which was very uncomfortable.

She was panicked because the clay figurine she carved looked like one that had been gnawed by a dog. Not to mention completing the request of the clay figurine, even she herself couldn't stand it.

"I will definitely not be qualified if I continue like this!"

Song Li looked at 18D and then at Ma Yuan.

fine,

These two people, like myself, have no artistic ability and are handicapped.

When she looked at Xia Hongyao,

Jealous.

The clay figurine carved by this girl with a high ponytail is so lifelike.

It's a pity that she can't do it for her.

Song Li looked at Lin Baici again.

Huh?

His carving is not very good, the hands and feet are very rough, but anyone with eyes can easily see that he is carving himself.

Why?

Song Li observed it for a few minutes and understood.

Lin Baici focused mainly on the clothes of the clay figures.

"That's right, people rely on their clothes and horses rely on their saddles. Aren't the most important things for personal impressions are clothes and jewelry?"

Song Li was so excited, as if she had discovered the secret to getting full marks.

The sneakers on Lin Baici's feet are from Anta, and he even had the logo engraved on them.

My pair of beige rivet high heels are said to be worn either on women's feet or on men's shoulders, so they are very recognizable.

Song Li kneaded the clay figurine in her hand into a ball, kneaded it, and started carving again.

Clay figurines patrol the field and walk on the earth platform.

From time to time, it will stand next to a passenger, look at it, and although it will not comment, it will shake its head or nod.

The clay figurine came to 18D, looked at the clay figurine in his hand, and shook his head.

18D was serious and did not dare to look sideways.

The clay figurine looked at Song Li again. After a few seconds, he nodded and left.

"How is it? How is it? Does it nod or shake its head?"

Song Li asked in a low voice.

"nod!"

Ma Yuan was depressed because the clay figurine didn't pay attention to him, which made him wonder whether the work he created was up to standard.

"Ha ha!"

Song Li's heart suddenly returned to her stomach.

Stable!

Song Li glanced at Lin Baici, feeling a little regretful.

How great would it be if he were my boyfriend?

"And me?"

18D is so nervous that his hands are shaking.

"Shake your head!"

Ma Yuan pouted: "Let's carve it again!"

"ah?"

18D's face suddenly fell into tears: "I've been working very hard!"

"You have to carve out your features!"

Song Li was learning and selling it now, and whispered the secrets she observed to 18D.

First give me a favor and sell your favor!

Who knows when I will be able to get my capital back with interest.

"I see!"

18D suddenly realized it and quickly thanked her: "Thank you, Sister Song!"

Why!

Sister Song is such a nice person, with fair skin and an A-shaped waist. If she is willing to be my girlfriend, I will sell her blood and steal battery cars without causing her any hardship.

Lin Baici frowned slightly as he listened to the conversation between the two.

Is my clay figurine qualified?

There are no reviews or reminders on Naishen, so it should be stable!

The clay figurine's patrolling posture like a proctor made the passengers nervous and the atmosphere very depressing. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman screamed in horror as if she had encountered a ghost.

"What's going on? What's going on? Why did my clay figurine turn into something?"

Everyone heard the sound and looked over.

The clay clinker in the middle-aged woman's hand was melting rapidly as if the ice cream had been exposed to the summer noon sun.

Bangta! Bangta!

Some red mud fell to the ground, forming puddles of mud.

Everyone was shocked and quickly looked at their clay figures.

"Mine seems to be melting too!"

"What the hell is going on? The temperature is too high? Or is the carving technique wrong?"

"Why is your clay figurine okay?"

The passengers started making noises, and many of them showed signs of melting the clay clinker in their hands.

With this viscosity, it is impossible to shape it anymore.

"What...how did this happen?"

The clay figurine of the pot-bellied man was also completely transformed. He was frightened and angry and questioned the clay figurine.

The clay figure monster glanced at him,

No words!

"Fuck, you're mute!"

The man with a big belly couldn't help but be impatient, and the clinker of the clay embryo melted, which meant a direct failure, and there was no need to take the exam.

The middle-aged woman was very panicked. She looked around and saw that some people's clay figurines had not melted away. She was very puzzled.

"Why didn't your clay figurine melt?"

She even asked several people, but couldn't get an answer. It was either that they didn't say anything, or that they didn't know why at all.

The middle-aged woman saw Lin Baici. She was deeply impressed by the medical student who treated her at the station. When she found that the clay figure in his hand had not melted, she immediately ran over.

"Young man, why hasn't your mud embryo melted?"

Lin Baici looked at the anxious diabetic aunt: "Did you fail to follow the clay figurine's instructions?"

"I did it!"

The diabetic aunt emphasized: "One hundred and twenty strokes, a lot!"

"No, I mean, every lift is over your head?"

Lin Baici explained.

"this……"

The diabetic aunt was dumbfounded.

When the beating reached more than forty times, her arms were sore, so she was lazy and didn't raise it above her head: "One... must be raised above her head for it to count?"

"should be!"

Lin Baici nodded.
To be continued...