Ying Meng's pupils shrank, and at that moment something was spreading infinitely in her brain, caught off guard, but it was taken for granted.

"Has anyone ever said that you are a very dangerous person? It made others relax their vigilance without realizing it. You know a lot about me, but I never even know you, but I trust you so much." Yingmeng was in a complicated mood, her eyes became slightly darker, and she was a little irritated.

"Sorry, but some rules do not allow me to reveal any information about myself." The instructor looked at Yingmeng with a plain eyes down, his tone was very light, but full of care. "You seem a little tired of trusting others so easily. I want to ask if you have ever asked yourself why you trust others, and have you ever thought about whether you want to trust others?

The instructor's voice was very light like running water to wash away all impurities and worries.

Yingmeng paused for a moment and did not reply. She did not feel any fluctuations in her talent or any skills. In other words, the person in front of her was either too strong or too dangerous, which affected her without her notice, or it was really like this, purely, with a comfortable temperament in her bones.

Was she really too worried? She was too vigilant and afraid of other people's kindness?

But the reaction just now... the tutor must have experienced something bad, which seems to be expected. But no one in the genius training camp has experienced anything bad. Some people want others to accompany them to the abyss after experiencing bad things, while others want to redeem others... Perhaps the tutor is the latter.

Yingmeng has her own answer, but she doesn't want to admit it.

Yingmeng opened her mouth but didn't make a sound because she didn't know what to say.

Yingmeng got up and was about to leave. Her thoughts were a little confused now, so she had to make good sense.

The instructor's thin lips bent into a stunning curve, and the temperature inside it could melt the glacier. "Do you still remember who you are?"

This problem is very sudden and there is no trace of continuity at all.

Yingmeng's mind fell into a blank moment, and she couldn't think about anything carefully. This time she felt that it was a hint. It was intentional, but to prove it or hide it.

Ying Meng pressed down and turned around and turned around, and her face was filled with confusion and ignorance.

The instructor smiled. His hands, with distinctive joints and slender jade, were holding porcelain white plates with a few desserts on them...

It is pleasing to the eye.

Yingmeng looked at it carefully and said, "I'm not a child."

But she still made her back with sincerity. She didn't want to eat it. Really, dessert is just a step. She was connected and wanted to stay for a while!

The two chatted for a while, but it was not considered a chat. The main reason was that Yingmeng kept bringing up some messy topics, some were very philosophical, and some were trivial matters. The mentor did not over-evaluate them. He listened to Yingmeng's illogical and uncontinuous words, full of tolerance and patience, and played a good listener.

There was nothing to say in Yingmeng. The instructor broke the awkward silence, his tone with a little gentleness. "Would you like to tell me your real name?"

Yingmeng blinked her eyes, and was slow for a while, thinking about it again and again, changing again and again. Finally, she opened her mouth and spit out two words. "Yingmeng."

"What do you think? Mysterious Shadow Dream Butterfly."

"There is no surname Mystery in the Eight Realms." Ying Meng instinctively reacted, but suddenly thought of something and stopped.

She realized what the tutor wanted to express.

"There is no mystery in the Eight Realms..."

This is the reason she has been using since she was a child. So when others ask, she will instinctively answer this, because he thinks it from the bottom of his heart, no, not just thinks it, but it should be firmly believed.

The firm belief led to her cognitive bias and ignored all information fragments that might deny this.

Xian Qing was talking about "Mystery", but later his various behaviors imply the surname Yingmengmi. The surrounding information alluded to her, which made her have such an illusion. She suddenly realized who was doing it, but she had no evidence to seek guilt because this was the conclusion she came to, even if it was because of the deliberate guidance of others.

She ignored another person - Mi Xiao. No, it wasn't that she had never thought about this.

Mysterious Shadow Dream Butterfly? Why did she blurt out this name at the beginning?

Mystery, what does Mystery have to do with her? If the surname Mystery really exists and is related to him, does this prove that she is not a fabricated experimental piece, but a living person!

Yingmeng looked at the instructor and opened her mouth, but the instructor put his index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture. Yingmeng suddenly realized what?

These actions of the mentor seemed to fill a gap in Yingmeng's image in his brain. When that gap was filled, the image of the mentor changed drastically in Yingmeng's eyes.

Yingmeng's lips opened lightly, and her tone was serious and solemn. "Thank you."

She stood up and bowed to the tutor. She did not perform the ceremony of apprenticeship because she knew that the tutor did not need it, and she... was not worthy.

"My responsibilities." The instructor's expression was still gentle, and his tone was sincere. "Don't forget who you are, ask yourself what you want, and don't wait too late."

In this conversation, the tutor said nothing, or said nothing.

But I have to admit that many of the chaotic lines in Yingmeng’s mind have been sorted out.

Maybe just like she said—sometimes, communication is the best way to go.

No, because others need to solve your own doubts, but you need to say it out loud to make yourself think of it, and the views you have long known to you can surface.

Just like a water tank, you can only see what is underneath by pouring out the water at the top.

"Don't forget who you are, ask what you want, don't wait." Yingmeng repeated, word by word, very light, a tiny, undetectable seed hovered deep in the brain...

The dream of Ying Meng was cleared, and she was in a good mood, and suddenly she felt it made sense...

"I have another question for that mentor..."

"Um?"

“The recipe for these desserts…”

"Friends' relics are not convenient to disclose."

"Oh my God! God is jealous of talent."

"It's not to please, it's a matter of principle."

Yingmeng bulged her cheeks and suddenly shrank. Her face as beautiful as a doll suddenly became aggrieved and muttered in a low voice. "You are so fierce."

tutor:"……"

Ying Meng raised her hand humbly when she was forced to send her off because of her nonsense.

"Can……"

The door closed with a "touch" sound, raising her face in a gray face.

“…pack?”
Chapter completed!