Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Magnify the magnitude...

Without saying a word, Ji Liushuang stared at Honma in the pure white sword prison.

With Professor Fu's careful explanation, she has successfully filled in the missing link in the logical chain.

There was indeed some invisible force urging Honma to answer the questions.

The drive was so strong that even after he refused to fulfill it, amazing joy continued to accumulate.

This is also the source of the strange distortion on his face.

Honma was being overwhelmed by the surging pleasure, and he didn't want anyone to notice this.

Whether he took the initiative to express his thoughts at the beginning or pretended to refuse the test at the end, it was his best attempt to cover up.

Of course, apart from this, he seemed to have another option, which was to give the wrong answer.

It’s a pity that this sword of mine completely blocked this possibility.

Professor Fu really never believed that they could be cured.

Ji Liushuang sighed in his heart for a moment.

In fact, it is the same deep down in my heart.

From the first time I came into contact with them, relying on the sword heart to feel that state, I should have foreseen this despair, but -

“Hope is a beautiful thing, but sometimes it is so dazzling that people tend to ignore other things.”

Professor Fu's teachings came again at the right time, looking at the silent Honma with the same attitude.

"In the pursuit of knowledge, it is best to take it out only during short breaks to comfort yourself."

……

Is it true that personal preferences influence judgment?

As a student who listened carefully to the lecture, Ji Liushuang clearly understood the instructor’s final summary.

At this moment, she could already feel that beneath the peaceful appearance that Honma tried hard to maintain, there seemed to be another thing that had come alive.

Every scorching breath tore a discordant distortion on Honma's facial features.

If I hadn't subconsciously believed that they could still be helped, I might have realized this earlier...

"Don't belittle yourself. Academic spirit must be cultivated bit by bit. Don't you see that Professor Chang is also unfamiliar with this aspect at his age?"

In the silence, guidance from mentor Fu came at the right time.

"Even I can avoid some bad habits thanks to my rich operational experience."

Rich operating experience...this doesn't sound strange at all.

Expert Fu's psychological counseling always has an immediate effect. The trace of self-blame in Ji Liushuang's heart was instantly replaced by endless reverie.

Of course, the main reason for such good results is sincerity.

Operational experience is not something that can be said randomly. Even the same place and the same people have experienced similar scenes before.

Once upon a time, Brother Honma, whose face was pressed into the soup, was struggling between pleasure and the desire to survive, and finally reached the limit of what he could bear.

Looking at Brother Honma's face with shaky expression control, Fu Qian naturally recalled the scene when he was so happy that he crossed his legs.

I feel that the biggest difference between the last two experiences is that this time there was an assistant instead of a leader following me, which saved me the trouble.

"What about us now?"

At this time, the assistant's thoughtfulness was once again demonstrated. Liushuang quickly calmed down his emotions and confirmed the next course of action.

"Wait, I have always believed in the talent of Mr. Honma."

Fu Qian had obviously made up his mind long ago, and he directly indicated that he would wait and see what would happen. This was not false praise, as Fu Qian had already agreed with Brother Honma's boasting at the dance.

At such a young age, he has learned everything by himself, transcending primitive desires and exploring higher-level pleasures. He is truly gifted in perversion.

In fact, this is also the reason why I came to him.

A more talented person is often more perceptive, and it would be perfect for me to use this insight to test the true effect of the ball in his hand.

It’s a pity that it seems that Brother Honma can no longer hear this praise.

From the distortion on his face that he tried his best but ultimately couldn't get rid of, one could vaguely sense that he was already overwhelmed by endless joy.

"it is good."

Ji Liushuang had no objection to this at all, and even checked the stability of the Sword Prison of the Heart as soon as possible to avoid affecting the implementation of the plan.

The good news is that the latter is incredibly stable, with no issues at all due to overloading.

Although in the field of vision, Professor Fu was looking around and frowning slightly in surprise.

……

As expected, its nature is somewhat special, and it is impossible to materialize things easily like outside.

Of course, Liushuang, whose emotions were infected and whose attitude became a little more serious, had no idea why Professor Fu was frowning.

The reason why Fu Qian had such a reaction was simple. Since he was just waiting to see what would happen, it would be best to have a seat.

But when he tried to materialize two chairs in the sword prison, he encountered obstacles.

The reason why I was able to force my way in just now was very simple - Liushuang's Sword Prison of the Heart was performed on the basis of a clear dream, and I am the master of the dream.

In essence, just like Hongyue's control over his own dream on the Half-Step Moon, Jianyu also has a part of his own power base.

In this case, if you are careful and break through some special restrictions, you can still give it a try.

Facts have proved that it was indeed achieved, but when one was actually in the Sword Prison, some additional restrictions appeared.

For example, trying to create something out of nothing is obviously not possible, and we can only express our deep regret.

Fortunately, Brother Honma did not disappoint, he is still talented as always but not that high.

In the not too long that followed, Fu Qian and the other two watched helplessly as the distortion on his face took root, sprouted, and grew.

And just when the ensuing inhuman feeling accumulated to the extreme, as if it was about to tear the "self" apart, it itself suddenly shattered.

"I feel very good..."

He lowered his head, and his confused and scattered gaze focused on one point again, and Honma suddenly answered Fu Qian's question.

While looking at the ball on his middle finger, his tone contained neither pain nor relief, instead he suddenly became indifferent.

But the more this happens, the weirder it feels.

This sudden change is like a ball that expands to the extreme and finally explodes with neither air nor water inside.

Nothing at all.

So this time, there was no need for Fu to remind him in advance, as Liushuang had already realized that something was wrong.

However, just as she narrowed her eyes slightly, not wanting to miss any of Honma's tiny movements, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Professor Fu actually made a gesture towards this side.

"Good, what did you see in that ball?"

At the same time, the latter continued to raise a new question.

"Whitehead...Holy Hall."

Honma finally looked away from his hands and looked at Fu Qian and spoke slowly. (End of this chapter)