Chapter 245: Colosseum (Part 2)

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The rotating metal ball rubs against Ronan's fingertips, and Ronan can feel that there are uneven marks on the surface of the ball, which seem to be intermittent lines, and also painted colors!
See it, when the sphere rotates a little, it will evoke a blurry pattern ... it is still luminous!
The style is a bit wrong.
When Luo Nan was inexplicable, he suddenly felt that the vague pattern lifted up a little.
At first he thought it was an illusion caused by rotation, but then, the sound of "rolling" from the rotation disappeared. The swirling pattern continued to float up to his chest.
Ronan bowed his head and saw the connection between the metal ball and the bowl. I don't know when it was separated. A sphere weighing at least a hundred kilograms, without any support, is suspended in the square of the bowl and spins around.
Seeing this, Luo Nan suddenly realized that it was a maglev. In today's world, superconducting technology has developed rapidly, and similar objects are not uncommon.
The heavy metal ball hangs in the air and is still spinning. Luo Nan fiddled, and the speed was slightly improved. The colored lines on the top also spliced ​​out clearer graphics. Although he still didn't see what it was, it was quite childish.
This colorful thing is a bit like the flying top collected by Mo Peng when he was a kid, but it is much bigger. Perhaps, this is the prop used to teach children?
Ronan fiddled with the metal ball and touched the bowl rest again. Judging from the movement mode when the two were in contact, they should not be superconducting materials. He couldn't help but wonder where the power source that caused the magnetic levitation was.
He deliberately improved the sensing accuracy. Through the outer shell of the metal ball, it was found that in the center of the sphere, a weird machine was buried, which was not like a motor.
Thinking about it, Xue Lei greeted him with footsteps outside, "Nanzi, the owner is here."
Luo Nan hurriedly moved to the door and saw Xue Lei walk in with a tall, thin man. He didn't see his face, so according to his earlier preparations, he saluted:
"Repair master."
With a loud noise, it exploded in the empty room. Ronan was startled and looked back. He saw that the dangling metal ball had hit the ground, turned the bowl rest, and rolled on the cork floor.
Still Xue Lei responded quickly, rushed to the past, arrived in three or two steps, and held the rolling metal ball.
Don't mention Ronan's embarrassment, he froze on the spot and didn't know what to do for a while.
Xue Lei put the metal ball back on the bowl support again, and did not forget to slow his cheek for him: "It's okay, the owner, Nanzi, you talk first."
Luo Nan opened his mouth. In the face of this unexpected situation, some of the previously prepared words were not useful, and he could only bow his head to salute: "Sorry, I ..."
"sit down."
The repairer standing at the door walked behind the short table and reached out to Luo Nan for his position. His voice was dull and astringent. If there were none, if not gestures, Ronan almost didn't understand what it meant.
At this time Luo Nan really saw the coming person, and he was stunned again. Unlike the "old-school figures" he imagined to be upright and correct, the curator was about 40 to 50 years old, very thin, like a bamboo pole, the outdoor night wind blew, and the large antique outer jacket rustled. , Seems to be able to take him to the air at any time.
The difference in light between inside and outside, and a few shadows were smeared on his skinny cheeks, glanced at, just like a skull whose skin is about to peel off.
Frankly speaking, this owner is really not good-looking, but this image, Luo Nan is no stranger, and grandpa has been suffering from illness for years.
Isn't this one's body bad?
The curator was sitting on the ground on his knees first. Luo Nan knew that it was Gu Li and learned to sit down. However, the owner of the museum only fiddled with the tea set and seemed to make tea for the guests.
Luo Nan pondered the wording in his heart, but unfortunately this was far from his strength, and it would take time to reorganize, only to remain silent. There was a moment of silence in the driving range.
The more silent, the more embarrassing.
Luo Nan tried to speak several times, but couldn't find a way out. He could only find something for himself and pay attention to Xue Lei through mental induction.
After Xue Lei put the metal ball back on the bowl holder, he moved a switch to disassemble the outer layer of the ball. From the central cavity, he took out a mechanical device, also in the shape of a round ball, six or seven centimeters in diameter, only the size of a fist. The layer is wrapped in a fine metal mesh, and the inner layer is a gyroscope-like device. He scratched his head twice, obviously it was broken.
Luo Nan's last lucky thoughts were also dispelled, which gave him the opportunity to speak, and he apologized: "Sorry, the curator, I took that ..."
Halfway through the words, he couldn't figure out what to say about the metal ball, he got stuck in the shell again, and he saw sweat on his forehead.
The owner of the repair hall was pouring water into the glass, and Wen Yan looked up and looked at him: "Tai Chi ball."
"Yes, Tai Chi ball. I must fix that Tai Chi ball ... cough!"
It seemed destined that Luo Nan couldn't say a word of embarrassment today. The itchiness in his throat appeared at this time, and he couldn't stop it. He could only turn his head and cough twice.
The repairer didn't care much about it: "It was bad at first, and it's very strange to be able to stand until this time."
During the talk, he pushed a cup of tea before Ronan.
Luo Nan's itchiness in his throat and eyes did not fade, and he took the cup, but he dared not drink it.
This is probably rude, Luo Nanpo is helpless.
The curator did not care about him. He picked up the cup and took a sip of it. Then he hung his head down and took the cup in his hand to play.
Having just said two sentences, and to enter a state of silence, Luo Nan really didn't know what to do.
Xue Lei saw the situation over there, no matter what happened to the Tai Chi ball, he hurriedly reloaded the mechanical device into the cavity, hurried over, and knelt to the side to add tea to the two and quietly give Luo Nan Blinking, shouting deliberately:
"Nanzi, you don't want to be restrained here. The owner is the least vulgar."
Luo Nan looked at his kneeling posture and then looked at the teacup held in his hand. He was speechless for a moment.
Fortunately, Xue Lei was so disturbed that the repairer came out of the silent state, still playing cups with his head down, but finally he spoke:
"I heard Xue Lei talk about you. He recommended that you learn to breathe and treat your cough. However, I am not a doctor, and breathing is not so magical ..."
Luo Nan listened carefully, fearing that it would be disturbed, but he heard a sudden sentence in his second sentence. He glanced at Xue Lei, who stole a gesture of restlessness.
"Xue Lei." Suddenly the curator named.
Xue Lei was startled, and he stood up straight, sitting precariously: "The owner."
"What did you say that day?"
Xue Lei opened his mouth, er, a few times, before he sorted out his thoughts and said carefully: "I'm talking about the 'viscerable organs in your breath, moving veins, soul-stirring ...'"
He didn't mention the more mysterious things like "Watching the Heaven and Earth, Knowing Yin and Yang, and Xiaoshenji", but the meaning must have been brought.
Next, for another five or six seconds, the repairer said nothing, and only allowed the cup to rotate between his skinny fingers.
Just when Ronan almost thought that the man was angry, he slowly raised his head, his deep concave eyes aimed at this side: "I will speak false words when I teach, and I will impress the young people now and let them Remember a few more words; and avoid stiff rigidity and bad practice ... "
Luo Nan was stared at the curator's eyes with hair, but he also answered "Yes".
It must be admitted that even if there are live examples of Xue Lei in front of him, then most of the mysterious descriptions are unbelievable. He really didn't expect to learn breathing and vomiting, so he could stand up, mainly to avoid brushing Xue Lei's affection and thinking about the convenience of life in the future.
It is even more true that the curator said this, and he can naturally accept it.
After a few more seconds of silence, the master of the repair hall said again: "No matter what kind of effort, you must start from the real place. Time and weight are the right way. Your body is not suitable for measuring, what about time?"
"Uh?" Luo Nan didn't understand.
The repair hall stared at him, spitting sternly, with a clear meaning: "Do you have a stable and sufficient time?"
Luo Nan understood the meaning, but he couldn't turn back his thoughts for a while, hesitating and not answering.
The curator made a clearer instruction: "You are a student, and you have other matters. I can teach you, do you have enough time to absorb and digest?"
Luo Nan was silent, and found that this was indeed a very practical problem. Daily classes, common sense training of the association, daily consumption of the Shuanghe reality, including his own research on format theory ... Each item takes time.
Of course, he does n’t need to make potions every day now. It ’s much easier on the schedule. It ’s not impossible to squeeze some time, but it is also destined to be fragmented. In this way, how can we ensure the learning effect?
Luo Nan looked at Xue Lei, and Xue Lei was there for a moment, obviously not thinking about it.
In the end, the curator proposed a more practical approach: "You make a list, list the entire day's itinerary, and show it to me."
"Ah, yes."
To say the timetable, Luo Nan has a ready-made, common sense training plan that He Yueyin developed for him last time. He only needs to delete those specific course names to use them.
Luo Nan wanted to transfer it to the curator, and suddenly discovered that the curator did not bring a bracelet.
Xue Lei hurriedly said: "Just give it to me, the owner is not used to electronic products."
"Uh, good."
Xue Lei received the information and connected to the printer in the corner of the driving range to operate.
Luo Nan was somewhat surprised. For the contemporary citizens, the bracelet is not only a communication tool, but also a pass that integrates various contents such as identification, social authority, and asset credit. With the bracelet, I don't feel that once I lose it, I can immediately feel the taste of being unable to do anything.
Uncle worked at SCA and had taken social experience classes on the topic for children at home, which left a very deep impression on Luo Nan.
In the sound of a buzzing machine passing through the paper, Luo Nan finally matched the repairer with the preset image of "old school characters". It seems reasonable to explain with this reason?
Xue Lei handed over the printed form, and the head of the repair hall swept the eyes, saying plainly: "Who ranked?"
Luo Nan stunned, and before he responded, Xue Lei laughed: "Is it Secretary He?"
"Well, Sister He is right."
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