Chapter 1557: Violent Joy

Enlarge the order of magnitude...

Without saying a word, Ji Liushuang stared at Honma in the Pure White Sword Prison.

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

There was indeed some invisible motivation urging Honma to answer the question.

This driving force was so strong that after he refused to fulfill it, amazing joy continued to accumulate.

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

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

Whether it was taking the initiative to express his feelings at the beginning or pretending to refuse the test at the end, it was already his best attempt to cover up.

Of course, in addition to this, he seemed to have another choice, which was to give a wrong answer.

It's a pity that his sword 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, deep in his heart, he was the same.

From the first time I met 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 too dazzling, it is easy 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 a short break to comfort yourself."

...

Is it really because of personal orientation that affects judgment?

As a student who listened carefully, Ji Liushuang obviously understood the instructor's final summary.

At this moment, she can already feel that under the peaceful appearance that Honma tried his best to maintain, there seems to be another thing that has 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 felt this earlier...

"Don't belittle yourself. Academic spirit always needs to be cultivated little by little. Don't you see that Professor Chang is old and is also unfamiliar with this aspect?"

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

"Even I also benefited from the accumulation of rich operating experience to avoid some bad habits."

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

Fu's psychological counseling has always been effective immediately. Ji Liushuang's trace of self-blame was instantly replaced by infinite reverie.

Of course, the main core element for such a good effect is sincerity.

Operational experience is not nonsense. Even the same place and the same person have had a similar scene.

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

Looking at Brother Honma's face with shaky expression management, Fu Qian naturally recalled the scene of him crossing his legs with joy.

I feel that the biggest difference between the two experiences seems to be that this time there is an assistant instead of a leader following, saving me from having to do anything.

"What about us now?"

At this time, the assistant's thoughtfulness is reflected again. Liu Shuang has already restrained his emotions in an instant and confirmed the next step.

"Wait, I have always believed in Mr. Honma's talent."

Fu Qian has obviously made up his mind and directly indicated to wait and see.

This is not a false compliment. As early as when Brother Honma boasted at the dance, Fu Qian deeply agreed.

At a young age, he has learned without a teacher, transcending primitive desires to explore higher-level pleasures. This person is really talented in perversion.

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

More genius is often more sensitive. It is more appropriate to use this understanding for me to test the real effect of the ball in his hand.

It's a pity that it seems that Brother Honma can no longer hear this compliment.

From the distortion on his face that tried his best but finally couldn't be shaken off, it can be faintly felt that this person has been drowned by endless joy.

"Okay."

Ji Liushuang did not object to this at all, and even checked the stability of the Sword Prison of Heart-Searching at the first time to avoid affecting the implementation of the plan.

It is gratifying that the latter is so stable that there is nothing wrong with the overload.

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

…

Sure enough, the nature is still a bit special, and it is impossible to materialize things casually like outside.

Of course, Liushuang, whose emotions were infected and whose posture was a little serious, could never imagine why Professor Fu frowned.

The reason why Fu Qian had such a reaction was very simple. Since he was waiting and watching, 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 he was able to force his way in just now was very simple-Liushuang's Sword Prison of Heart-Searching was performed on the basis of a clear dream, and he was the master of the dream.

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

In this case, if you operate carefully and break through some special restrictions, you can still try it.

It turns out that it was indeed done, but when you are really in the sword prison, some additional restrictions appear.

For example, it is obviously not possible to create something out of nothing, so I can only express my deep regret.

Fortunately, Brother Honma did not disappoint. He is as talented as ever but not that high.

In the not too long period of time 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 sense of inhumanity accumulated to the extreme, as if it was about to tear the "self" apart, it itself suddenly shattered.

"I feel very good..."

Lowering his head, his blurred eyes focused on one point again, and Honma suddenly answered Fuzen's question.

And looking at the ball in his hand, there was neither pain nor relief in his tone, and he suddenly entered a kind of indifference.

But the more this happens, the weirder it feels.

This sudden change back and forth is like a ball that has expanded to the extreme. After finally exploding, there is neither air nor water inside.

Nothing at all.

So this time, there was no need to pay in advance. Liu Shuang had already realized that something was wrong on his own.

However, just when she narrowed her eyes slightly and did not miss any small movement of Honma, she noticed from the corner of her eye that Professor Fu made a gesture in this direction.

"Great, what do you see in that ball?"

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

"Baishou...Temple."

Honma finally moved his eyes away from his hands, looked at Fu Qian and said slowly. (End of chapter)