Amplify 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.
There is indeed some invisible motivation urging Honma to answer the question.
This drive was so powerful that astonishing pleasure continued to build up after he refused to fulfill it.
This is also the source of the weird distortion on his face.
Honma was being overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure, and he didn't want anyone to notice it.
Whether he took the initiative to express his feelings at the beginning or pretended to refuse the test at the end, he was trying his best to cover up.
Of course, besides that, he seems to have another option, which is to give the 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 down in my heart, I am not.
From the first time I came into contact with them, relying on the clear sword heart to feel the state, I should have foreseen this kind of despair, but——
"Hope is a beautiful thing, but sometimes it is too dazzling and makes people ignore other things."
Professor Fu's teachings came again at the right time, and he looked 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."
……
Sure enough, is it still because personal orientation affects judgment?
As a student who listened carefully, Ji Liushuang clearly understood the instructor's final summary.
At this moment, she could already feel that under the peaceful appearance that Honma tried his best to maintain, something else seemed to have come to life.
Every hot 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...
"There is no need to belittle oneself. Academic spirit always needs to be cultivated little by little. I haven't seen Professor Chang being equally unfamiliar in this aspect."
In the silence, the enlightenment from instructor Fu also arrived at the right time.
"Even I benefit from the accumulation of rich operating experience to avoid some bad habits."
Rich operating experience... This doesn't sound surprising at all.
Expert Fu's psychological counseling always had immediate results, and Ji Liushuang's trace of self-blame was instantly replaced by endless reverie.
Of course, the main core factor behind such good results is sincerity.
The operational experience is not nonsense, a similar scene has even happened to the same person in the same place.
Once upon a time, Brother Honma, whose face was pressed into the soup, was constantly struggling between pleasure and the desire to survive, and finally reached the limit of what he could bear.
Looking at Brother Honma's shaky expression, Fuzen naturally recalled the scene where he was so happy that he crossed his legs.
It seems that the biggest difference between the two experiences is that this time there is an additional assistant instead of the leader following me, which saves me the need to take action myself.
"What about us now?"
At this time, the assistant's considerateness was once again reflected. Liu Shuang had already calmed down his emotions in the blink of an eye and confirmed the next move.
"Wait, I have always believed in Honma-dono's talent."
Fu Qian had obviously made up his mind a long time ago and directly signaled to wait and see what happens. This is not a ridiculous compliment. Fu Qian had already believed it when Brother Honma boasted about it at the dance.
He is self-taught at a young age and has transcended primitive desires to explore higher-level pleasures. This person is really talented in the field of perversion.
In fact, this was also the reason for finding him.
More geniuses are often sharper, and it would be perfect for me to use this understanding 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 compliment.
From the lingering distortion on his face despite his best efforts, he could vaguely feel that this person was overwhelmed by endless joy.
"Okay."
Ji Liushuang expressed no objection to this at all, and even immediately checked the stability of Wenxin Sword Prison to avoid affecting the implementation of the plan.
What is gratifying is that the latter is frighteningly stable, and there is nothing wrong with it due to overloading.
Although within the field of vision, Professor Fu looked around and frowned slightly in surprise.
……
Sure enough, the nature is still a bit special, and you can't manifest things casually like outside.
Of course, Liu Shuang, who was emotionally affected and had a somewhat serious attitude, would never have thought of the reason why Professor Fu was frowning.
The reason for this reaction before paying is simple. Since we are waiting to see what happens, it would be best to have a seat.
But when he tried to manifest two chairs in the Sword Prison, he encountered obstacles.
The reason why he was able to force it in just now is very simple - Liu Shuang's Questioning Sword Prison was based on a clear dream, and he was the master of the dream.
Essentially, just like Hong Yue had control over his dream on Half-Step Moon, Sword Prison also had part of its own power base.
In this case, you can still try it with caution and break through some special restrictions.
Facts have proved that it was indeed done, but when it came to actually being in the Sword Prison, some additional restrictions appeared.
For example, it is obviously not possible to create something out of nothing, so we can only express 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.
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 did you see from that ball?"
At the same time, the latter continued to raise a new question.
"White Head...Temple."
Honma finally moved his eyes away from his hands, looked at Fu Qian and said slowly. (End of chapter)