84: Chapter 84 Successive Promotions

Chapter 84: Successive Promotions

Click.

The player button clicked, and the cassette tape stopped spinning.

The entire lecture hall became bright again.

The desolate and bizarre lingering echoes also vanished from his ears, fading away...

Fang Cheng let out a deep breath.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief, breaking out in a cold sweat all over his body.

It seemed that due to being too engrossed, his head was swollen, his temples were throbbing, and there was even a faint sense of nausea and vomiting.

Rubbing his glabella hard, Fang Cheng looked at the panel information emerging before his eyes.

[Warning! You have slightly overdrawn your mental energy, and your physical condition is poor. Please pay attention to rest.]

[Warning! You have excessively overdrawn your mental energy, and your physical condition is very poor. Please pay attention to rest.]

...

Glancing over these warning messages, he continued to look down.

New messages scrolling by like running water made his eyes light up.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached the Expert level.]

[Nanyang Language lv1 (0/250)]

[Obtained skill enhancement reward, 1 point of Mental Attribute.]

...

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached the Expert level.]

[Desert Language lv1 (0/250)]

[Obtained skill enhancement reward, 1 point of Mental Attribute.]

...

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached the Expert level.]

[Latin lv1 (0/250)]

[Obtained skill enhancement reward, 1 point of Mental Attribute.]

...

Watching his mental attribute increase from 22 points to 25 points, his listless physical state was also slightly alleviated.

Fang Cheng let out a soft breath.

Then, his gaze shifted to the four foreign language skill columns.

[Japanese Language lv1 (197/250)]

[Nanyang Language lv1 (123/250)]

[Desert Language lv1 (101/250)]

[Latin lv1 (89/250)]

"This..."

When seeing the actual progress bar displayed in the skill columns, Fang Cheng still felt a strong sense of shock in his heart.

This skyrocketing speed of experience could be said to be unimaginable, reaching more than a dozen times his usual self-study efficiency.

You must know that he possessed over 20 points in mental attributes and had mastered two mental-type skills; his learning efficiency was already startling enough on its own.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes and continued to slowly massage his forehead.

Recalling the feeling of listening to those quirky syllables earlier, he made various guesses in his heart.

Suddenly, a soft and melodious voice sounded beside him:

"Are you alright? Why is your face so pale?"

Fang Cheng opened his eyes to look and saw Lin Chuqiao looking at him with concern in her eyes.

So he shook his head, indicating he was fine.

At this moment, Professor Hao also spoke again, continuing the lecture.

"The speech emitted by this cassette tape was all personally recorded by one of my colleagues. Because of mental issues and auditory hallucinations, he is currently receiving treatment in the hospital."

"Perhaps it is the call of ancestors from within the Bloodline, or perhaps deities that can be communicated with truly exist..."

"After human civilization was born, social activity capabilities of division of labor and cooperation were enhanced, but the telepathic ability inherent in language itself is constantly declining..."

The approximately two-hour lecture and interaction came to an end.

The listeners were still unsatisfied and flocked around Professor Hao one after another, raising their own questions and insights.

Some people also requested to borrow this cassette tape to take back for careful study and pondering.

Professor Hao Yu flatly refused:

"Sorry, this material is too precious. The relevant departments have spoken with me, prohibiting external dissemination."

"The reason I chose to announce it here is mainly because I do not want my colleagues' research achievements to be buried. Showing it to everyone slightly now is already the greatest effort I can make..."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng, standing on the outer periphery of the crowd, couldn't help but dispel the same thought.

Then, carrying his conjectures, he turned around and left the lecture hall.

Walking out the door, he saw a graceful figure standing ahead in the corridor, seemingly waiting for him.

"Here."

Lin Chuqiao reached out her fair palm and handed over a black pen.

"What is this?"

Fang Cheng was slightly stunned.

"A voice recorder."

The corners of Lin Chuqiao's mouth curled up with a hint of complacency:

"I have already copied all the data in the cassette tape just now. I'll lend it to you to listen to for a few days."

Fang Cheng gazed at her large eyes hidden behind the lenses, shimmering with light like a Persian cat's.

After a few seconds, he expressed his thanks.

It seemed this woman actually had inside information early on and prepared in advance.

When taking the pen from her hand, he couldn't help sighing inwardly that he owed her another favor and didn't know how to repay it.

"Hey, did the characters on the postcard sent by your girlfriend inspire any inspiration after listening to the lecture?"

Lin Chuqiao then asked another sentence.

Fang Cheng shook his head and waved goodbye to her.

"Without a single error, first release, inside content, take a look one by one!"

Watching the gradually receding back of the man, Lin Chuqiao's eyes shone brightly as she murmured softly:

"It seems we still have to wait a little longer..."

...

At home, in the bedroom.

Fang Cheng sat in front of the desk, staring fixedly at the black voice recorder lying in his hand.

After returning home, he did not immediately open the copied audio data inside.

Instead, he closed his eyes to recuperate first, and after nearly half an hour, he prepared to start a new attempt.

"It should be about time..."

Feeling that his physical condition was good, Fang Cheng took a deep breath.

Then with a solemn look in his eyes, he pressed the play button of the voice recorder.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

After waiting for a moment.

That desolate and bizarre lowing sound rang out again.

Fang Cheng was also brought into the ancient primordial era of distant years in an instant.

As one monosyllable after another successively sounded, echoing in his ears.

It was as if he was listening to a primitive music sacrificing to deities.

It seemed he saw with his own eyes the ancestors blazing a trail through hardships, paying all kinds of arduous efforts for the Legacy of their Bloodline and civilization.

This hallucination was several times more realistic than practicing Shadow Boxing and simulating imaginary enemies.

At the same time, a long string of prompt messages flowed past his eyes like a waterfall.

[You are comprehending a certain wondrous speech, all language-type skill experience +1]

[You are comprehending a certain wondrous speech, all language-type skill experience +1]

[You are comprehending a certain wondrous speech, all language-type skill experience +1]

...

On the panel, the experience values of the four foreign language skills were soaring rapidly.

The skill progress bar of Japanese Language continued to rise upward even after breaking through to lv2.

But right at this moment, a needle-like pain suddenly came from his brain.

Fang Cheng instantly furrowed his brow tightly and immediately pressed the stop button of the voice recorder.

As the voice playback stopped, he also exited from that wondrous state.

Feeling the much stronger throbbing pain in his forehead than before, Fang Cheng rubbed his glabella and temples.

Right now, he was like a gamer who had fought for a day and two nights and stayed up all night without sleeping.

"It seems my mental energy hasn't fully recovered yet. I'll wait a few more days."

"However..."

Fang Cheng secretly muttered inwardly, his gaze narrowing as he looked at the new changes appearing on the panel.

[Japanese Language lv2 (79/500)]

[Skill enhancement reward, 2 points of Mental Attribute]

This attempt at least proved that this voice material was indeed of great help to him.

With his mental attribute already reaching as high as 27 points now.

Perhaps next time he could use Focus Skill simultaneously to see if there would be even more astonishing effects.

Fang Cheng put away the voice recorder and glanced at the postcard placed aside.

Raising his head to look at the gradually falling night and lights outside the window, he quietly relaxed himself.

Suddenly, he thought of something and immediately stood up.

"Oh no!"

He then took out an exquisitely packaged paper box from the wardrobe, quickly ran to the foyer, and put on his shoes.

Then he opened the door, walked to the door of next-door Zhou Xiumei's house, and raised his hand to knock.