The autumn wind in September is bleak, the plants and trees are shaking, and maple leaves are all over the ground, adding a bit of poetry to the college.

Mo Yan held a broom worth more than two meters in his hand, waving his elbow mechanically, and his eyes were slightly confused and looking into the distance.

He hates autumn, he only knows that the weather will cause several times the trouble to his work.

"Well, the flame pattern stone I took back yesterday, according to the paper, it seems that there is a problem with the control. The firepower is sometimes large and sometimes small, and the harmful substance has burned several boxes of veal. If it is estimated that it is correct, it should be because of the displacement or damage of a certain stripe. You can use orchid juice to clean the corresponding parts, or use red ink."

There is a piece of stone sent for repair attached to each piece of pattern that simply tells the phenomenon of failure, which is convenient for others to repair. With two years of rich repair experience, Mo Yan can find the problem by just looking at the notes and determine the repair method.

"Hey--why are you like this?"

A crisp cry of pain woke Mo Yan up from his thoughts. He paused his movements and raised his head. A face that was even more beautiful than a flower entered his sight.

She was wearing a fashionable white knitted short skirt, a short-sleeved black windbreaker, and a string of green jewelry hanging around her neck, making her face look even more beautiful, and her black cotton pantyhose made her beautiful legs extremely attractive.

The black stiletto leather shoes were stomping their feet from time to time, their red lips were raised, their green eyebrows were frowned, and they kept sucking breath, obviously this time made this delicate beauty very hard.

"I'm sorry." Mo Yan quickly woke up from his loss of consciousness and whispered that although the other party was beautiful, it had nothing to do with him. In his concept, beauty is usually synonymous with trouble.

Ai Jiao looked at the strange man in front of her in anger, facing the other party's seemingly avoidable gaze, and she felt so hatred in her heart. Do you think it's okay to apologize? After all, she is also a big beauty, but she has been ignored like this, but she squeezed out a moving smile on her face, "It's okay, everyone is all classmates. What's your name? Why haven't you seen you before?"

Emma Academy did a good job of doing this. All the faculty and staff have similar clothing styles. Many students in the college who made mistakes are often punished for various voluntary labor. The beauty obviously misunderstood.

"Don't say anything."

Seeing the other party's seemingly breathless, Mo Yan blinked suddenly, then showed a honest smile, and made up a name casually, "I have something to do, let's go first." Later, without waiting for the other party to speak, he ran away and ran away.

Do you think he is stupid when you say your real name?

"Hehe, Rock Mill" Ai Jiao looked at the figure who was leaving without stopping her, but the smile on her face was as bright as a flower.

Will it be difficult for Miss Ai to find someone in the academy?

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Before I knew it, it was time to start dinner. With the contemptuous look of the canteen aunt, Mo Yan received two pieces of black bread from the oven.

The taste is not good, it is hard and has a mouthful, but do you have higher requirements for a free food?

While chewing the bread, while he was free, he planned to repair the ten stones he brought back yesterday.

Take out the ten stones from the box, the first one is the flame stone. He had already prepared a plan in his mind, and directly wiped it with a small brush with orchid juice on the surface of the stone and then wiped it aside and ignored it.

I picked up the pattern stone again and read the contents on the note, and it was necrotic without any reaction.

It is undoubtedly much more difficult to repair this lighting stone, and there are many possible reasons why it cannot work properly, so he can only try to eliminate it one by one.

The surface of the stone looks very shiny. It should have been just made and a faint smell of graphite can be vaguely smelled on it.

"Newbie." After carefully observing all the patterns on it, Mo Yan made an assessment in his heart. Even for the same pattern, the difference between the pattern made by the master and the novice was quite large.

I dare not say anything else, in the field of first-level stone, he is still very confident in his eyesight.

Once you understand this, it is much easier to find the cause of the failure. Beginners are limited to mental poverty, and often fail to deal with the last part of the lines, or force themselves. In this way, some defective products are prone to appear. These defective products have no problems on the surface and can be used barely, but over time, various problems will follow one after another. This is commonly known as the novice disease.

Sure enough, not long after, Mo Yan found the problem. The last pattern of the entire stone was 0.1 millimeter shorter than normal.

The so-called slight difference is a thousand miles away. This is the case. There is no need tolerate any carelessness or carelessness in the production of pattern stones.

This pattern can only be treated as waste, but it’s a pity that those materials are clearly recognized that the blue light powder can be classified into rare materials.

Mo Yan repaired it very quickly. It took only about an hour to finish all ten pattern stones.

If you want to know the quality of a stone, the easiest and most direct way is to use it.

Use of pattern stone requires patterns. After hundreds or thousands of years of development, the types and appearance of patterns have exceeded tens of thousands. If you have money, you can even customize any shape you want.

The pattern in Mo Yan's hand is standard, with a rectangular box with two indicator lights on the top and three buckles under it. It can be tied to the arm. There are stone grooves on the left side of the pattern, which are used to hold stone.

The higher the grade, the more tattoos are loaded.

To put it bluntly, it is just a guiding device.

Mo Yan's pattern only has one stone groove. He is not a war pattern master, so one is enough.

He put the seven repaired stones into the patterns one by one, and the green light was also on seven times, which means that the seven stones can be used normally.

As for the other three pieces he sentenced to death early, there was naturally no need to try.

It was still early to look at it, and Mo Yan suddenly remembered that Brother Fang gave him a strange stone yesterday, and the patterns on it were all that he had never seen before.

If you don’t understand it, you have to write it down first. This has almost become a habit of him.

It is precisely with this spirit that his repair level has made great progress in the past two years.

The stones were covered with lime and moss, and I don’t know where they were dug out, so it took a lot of effort to clean them.

It can be seen that this stone is not a whole, or it is part of a certain stone. Except for the side engraved with runes, the stone surfaces in other directions are uneven.

"Sigh--" Mo Yan grinned his teeth. He could not have imagined that the inclined surface on the stone was so sharp. He accidentally cut his fingers, and the bright red blood slid along a blood line toward the center of the stone and even disappeared.

He was invading the fantasy world and did not notice this strange scene.

He put his injured fingers into his mouth and sucked them, but his eyes did not leave the stone patterns. At first glance, these runes were somewhat similar to the patterns he usually came into contact with, but carefully compared them, he found that the two were in a completely different direction and there was no match for them.

He had no idea at all, so he had to put the stone in his pocket.

Mo Yan glanced out the window accidentally, shouted "Oh no," hurriedly ran out of the school with a pack of tattoos.

Emma Academy closed the door at 10 o'clock in the evening. If he came back late, he would not think that the old man who was guarding the door would open the net and let him in.

After jogging all the way to the door of the stone handkerchief shop, Mo Yan looked a little embarrassed. When he pushed open the door, he heard a slightly happy voice from inside, "Xiao Mo, you finally came. How was I almost repaired by those stone handkerchiefs yesterday?" Brother Fang made a helpless move to Mo Yan who had just entered the door, and then he seemed to have met a savior, and hurriedly flipped up the latter's bag.

Not far behind Brother Fang, a middle-aged woman with a slightly plump and noble body also stopped her movements and glanced at her eager eyes.

"Yes, that's it, how about repairing it?"

Mo Yan looked at the pattern in Brother Fang's hand in a little startled as this was a very ordinary picture pattern. It could only record one or two simple images, and its actual value was not high unless the content of the image had a special significance to the person.

The middle-aged lady also came over and spoke out to explain her confusion to Mo Yan, "This is the only thing left by my grandfather. I found many people but couldn't repair it well, I don't know."

"Oh." Then there was no further information. Seeing Mo Yan's uneasy appearance, Brother Fang wanted to step forward and kick him twice. He didn't know how to seize such a good opportunity, so he could only remind him in a low voice: "This is Mrs. Jin Li, the Jin family in the east of the city."

The Jin family in Dongcheng is a famous family with a radius of 100 miles. Its power is spread across more than a dozen towns around it, and basically monopolizes ore transactions in this area. In one word, it means that it is a powerful and powerful person.

Mrs. Jin Li was a little anxious. She took the syllable stone from Brother Fang, turned her left arm and found a pattern. She put the syllable stone into the stone trough and pressed the activation key.

Unlike the low-end product that Mo Yan owns, Mrs. Jin Li is obviously a high-end product. Not only does it have three stone troughs, but it even has a few minutes faster activation reaction time. The next moment, an image of a gray-haired old man appeared in front of several people.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, Mrs. Jin Li nodded slightly to Mo Yan and said, "Thank you so much. Thank you very much. Please don't be polite. I will leave first if I have urgent matters. I will invite you to visit my house next time." After that, she passed a lot of numbers and transferred it to the store's account, leaving in a hurry.

Happiness came so quickly that Mo Yan caught him off guard. Seeing a huge sum of four-digit sums in the stone with his avatar, he laughed happily.

Citizens of every federal government have a slate that integrates identity proof, storage and transfer, which is one of the few benefits that citizens of the lowest-level federal government enjoy.

"Hehe, Brother Fang, I'm thankful to you this time. I really don't know what to say."

Looking at Mo Yan's embarrassed expression, Brother Fang didn't know what he was thinking, and he was immediately excited, "Don't worry, Brother Fang won't fall in love with your little money. To be serious, Brother Fang also wants to thank you for being online with the Jin family. I don't know how many people can't even imagine."

Mo Yan smiled, but did not respond. As his fake college student, contacting the Jin family may not be a good thing. This is also the reason why he showed some restraint when he came in and found that the noble lady was extraordinary.

He took out the remaining few stones, finished the transaction, walked out of the store, calculated the time, but did not return the same way, but turned into an old alley.
Chapter completed!