"Wake up, stop pretending, we should talk."

The instructor's eyes were distant, and when they fell on Yingmeng's face, they were calm and complicated.

Yingmeng's eyes were not red yet, and she was stained with a few evil spirits. She looked at her mentor with a smile. "Do you want to ask for a crime?"

"It's good to know." The instructor slowly placed the porcelain bottle in front of Yingmeng and asked with pressure. "If this is used to suppress your backlash, who will give you the courage to eat it as a candy bean? You know that eating too much will not benefit you."

"You are not here to accuse me of giving the medicine to Shizuo Zhong." Yingmeng was a little shocked. The first time an elder was not accusing her of others.

"The tutor is not sure what happened to you inside, but the tutor knows that if Isakatsu had not asked for it on his own initiative, you would not have given her medicine."

"You trust me. Do you know that I am prejudiced here? I hate the people here so much, do you think I will not kill you?" Ying Meng's tone was inexplicably excited. She didn't understand what kind of emotion this was. She clearly longed for care and warmth, but why did she not get used to it and be afraid when facing it?

"The tutor believes in you."

Ying Meng was confused in her bloody eyes, and she stared at her mentor in a daze, as if she wanted to see disguise or clues. "The tutor believed so much, my mentor could tell me what was going on in the warehouse."

"What?" The instructor looked a little confused. He looked at the medicine and then looked at Yingmeng. "Your talent backfire is not hallucination."

"No, no." Ying Meng shook her head in resistance, not knowing what she was denying.

The instructor patiently waited for Yingmeng to calm down.

Ying Meng took a deep breath, and she was very sure that her memory had not been tampered with, and she remembered it very clearly. What was going on? There was no problem with the tutor's expression.

"Where did you find us?"

The instructor paused for a moment, frowned slightly, but explained: "The warehouse where the past information was stored. You and Iwatsukazu both fainted at the door of the warehouse."

Yingmeng: "..." Not to mention whether the tutor knows it or not, even if he knows it, he probably won't tell her. This is a genius training camp. Don't be brainwashed, she must be alert at all times. Why? She feels warmth, why?!

"Teacher, you don't know what I saw in that. You probably won't believe it if you say it out. You will only regard it as a strange hysterical thought."

The instructor nodded, and she saw that Yingmeng just wanted to sigh, but not to share.

The instructor closed his eyes, shook his head, and waved a golden light into Yingmeng's eyebrows.

Yingmeng's eyes instantly turned red. At that moment, her connection with her brain was completely cut off, and she could not feel her talent.

"Is this your purpose?" Yingmeng's smile was covered with some sarcasm. "You also think I am a monster and should be destroyed, so I become an ordinary person, so I will not become a variable that you fear."

"Don't you hate your talent very much?" The instructor asked lightly. "You are afraid of it yourself. But it is the things you hate fear that give you strength to absorb the slightest sense of security. It's quite contradictory and ironic."

"What do you know?! You don't know anything!" Ying Meng took a deep breath, and her voice suddenly changed from sharp to crisp. "I have lived in the calculations of others since I was a child. If the play of life, I am the constantly dancing leash puppet in the play. I went through a lot of hardships to leave my own traces in the world, and those who are superiors can wipe out all the traces of my existence by waving their hands. Tell me, can't it be respected and valued only if they become an existence that is comparable to them?"

The instructor pressed Yingmeng's eyebrows, and Yingmeng felt that her irritable emotions were slowly being relieved. "Did you see it? My talent. I can easily change your thoughts. So I don't need to harm you in this way."

The instructor looked at Yingmeng's eyes, and only cared about it. "The sense of security has never been drawn from the outside world, nor has it been obtained from other places. It comes from here." The instructor pointed to Yingmeng's heart.

"You mean it depends on myself. What a useless theory." Ying Meng's bloodthirsty eyes were like a demon and a beast, and the immortals and demons only took a moment.

She realized that the thoughts that the tutor could tamper with, and naturally she could see through them.

At this moment, Yingmeng has no disguise. "From the moment I was born, I was resuscited by endless shackles and lost the opportunity to choose my future. The pressure I was under a hundred times that of my peers! So what about being gifted? It is a miracle that others can ascend to the top 19, and they will be praised by the world, but what about me?

Ten-year-old Lingxian, nineteen Xuanxian, is so amazing. As a result, when others heard that I was returning rationally, and the fairy world's leader took responsibility, it took nine years to break through? Alas, I must have been relaxed, no, and then I won't look at me more. Look at my memories! Everyone, everyone, they only know how to squeeze me and teach me a lesson every day, but they don't consider my feelings at all!

I live so tired, but it’s not for myself, because I am just an accessory and a chess piece, and I can’t even control how I live. Where do you think I got the right to find the so-called sense of security? I long for the power to dispel my fear. Is it guilty?"

"So as long as you get rid of that shackle, can you stop being afraid?" The instructor blinked his eyes lightly, his tone was plain.

Yingmeng looks at the mentor

Her own reflection was in her eyes, and she could see her clearly. Only by seeing herself clearly made her feel even more frightened.

"I sealed your brain, but your talent will always be kept running at the lowest frequency, so there is no need to worry about backlash or fear of sudden departure." Jianyingmeng did not speak, the instructor continued. "This room is quite special and has the ability to block.

In other words, as long as you don’t leave this room, don’t open your brain, and send you back or any future layouter, they can’t peek at you and control you. At this moment, you are free.”

Yingmeng was silent, a little shocked, a little confused, and more at a loss. She was free? No more restraint? But she didn't know what to do. She had a designed route all her life, and suddenly she got rid of everything for a moment, but she was at a loss.

Yes, it was a bit unexpected. The people in the genius training camp took the time to talk to her, not to try their best to pull her back on the right track they thought they would and let her go on the path they arranged to confirm that prophecy...

Yingmeng was silent and didn't know how to react.

The instructor picked up the delicate dark eyebrows and suddenly said something wrong. "Do you know what a channel is?"

"Master the way of the world for your own use."

"Yes, no." The instructor's eyelashes drooped slightly, his expression was calm, and it was easy to be convincing. "Strength is a good one, but not everyone yearns for strength. Do you know why everyone wants a channel?"

"Because the passage can escape from the long-planned fate, see through the chains tied to everyone, and then easily break free." Ying Meng narrowed her eyes, sighing as if she was sighing, and there was not much yearning in her tone, but she was a little sarcastic.

"This is the view of the world, but in fact, freedom is given by oneself. It is not a passage to give people freedom, but only if you are truly free, you can access it." The instructor sat next to him, his tone was like ice and snow. "If you give yourself freedom, even if your body is locked in your mud, even if the world is full of thorns that block your stroll, you are still free. On the contrary, if you firmly believe that you are still bound and believe that you are always controlled, then you will never be free."

Yingmeng paused for a moment, not knowing how much she heard, but she curled her lips and smiled, her eyes full of sarcasm. "It's another discussion about the spirit and the body. Should I tell me that special story? It's quite boring! Are you going to ask me next to choose to be an ordinary person with a rich spirit, or a peak strong man with loneliness, emptiness and restraint?"
Chapter completed!