Chapter 5135 (five thousand one hundred and thirty-five) Slow down
The man said: "What... changes?"
The gray-hand man said, "Oh, it's normal now."
"Then...was it...not normal before?" the man asked.
"Before, it was a little slower." The gray-handed man said truthfully.
"Slow?" the man said, "but...but..."
"What's wrong?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Why didn't I feel it?" the man said.
"It's all over." The gray-hand man said, "Just forget it if you don't feel it."
"Is...normal now?" the man asked worriedly.
"Yes." The gray-hand man said, "It's normal."
The man added: "This... change in speaking speed... is it considered a physical change?"
"If it's not something you can control, then it can reflect changes in your body." The man with gray hands said, "Speech speed is affected by your body."
"I...can't control it myself, and I...don't know it." The man said, "It seems...my...body has changed?"
"It's okay now." The gray-handed man said.
The man said again: "But... what happened... just now?"
"I don't know either." The man with gray hands said, "Don't think so much."
"But what I said...is indeed...inappropriate." The man said, "There have obviously been changes...but...I told you that there have been no changes."
"Didn't you say you didn't know?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"I don't know, how can I tell you?" the gray-handed man said.
"Yes... yes." The man said.
"Then...should I just tell you...I don't know?" the man said. Just after saying that, the man thought about it and still felt it was inappropriate, so he added: "It doesn't seem right... I... I just thought that I had not changed at the time... the voice... I don't know... But...but I couldn't see clearly before...I...I should know."
"It's okay." The gray-handed man said.
"I really didn't...mean it." The man said.
"I know everything." The gray-handed man said.
"What's going on?" the man asked.
"What's going on?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "There's something... I can't figure out."
"What's going on?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I don't know... why I am like this..." the man said, "why I am so nervous... always worried... about saying the wrong thing... too nervous."
The man with gray hands said again: "Then relax."
The man said again: "Why do you ask me if you feel that... you... have any changes?"
He didn't expect the Gray Hand man to ask this question.
"Just asking." The gray-handed man said.
"You're not asking...for no reason, are you?" the man said.
"I haven't thought about it that much." The man with gray hands said, "You don't have to think about it too much."
"Is it because... you think I... I should change in some way?" the man asked again.
"That's not true," said the gray-handed man.
"Is there... other reasons... that I don't know about?" the man asked again.
The gray-handed man said: "Relax, it's really not worth being nervous."
"But...but I...don't know how to relax...how...how can I...not feel that I...said the wrong thing again?" The person said, "This...seems difficult."
(End of chapter)