Chapter 7 [Each has his own thoughts, full of doubts]

Longyu College

The Dean's Office...

"King, I called you to talk about your views on Chen Mo, a student." Jianan. Wulan is still wearing a white suit. Through the reflection of the moonlight, it can be seen that the old man's face shows a different solemnity.

Chen Mo? King only knew that he was his own student and that his ability test results were particularly poor. The dean suddenly asked such an unknown student, which made him a little overwhelmed and had to keep silent.

This is KING's usual simple style. Say he is a soldier. But it can always create great evil. He said that he was a killer, but he lacked the necessary ruthlessness. He is not used to expressing opinions, but not being used to it does not mean that he does not have his own ideas. The young teenager can let go of his self-esteem for ten yuan, and the KING, who hurt people for the first time, can also become mature.

He is the immortal apprentice of Yaofeng. Do you think that guy will pretend to be under the door if he pulls a capable person? He is thorough, at least more thorough than me. Chen Mo has a pair of red eyes. Presumably you know, so what about the Qing people, what do you think? Jianan. Wulan's eyes were lax, as if he had fallen into a long memory, and even his withered hands trembled unconsciously and lost the elegance and calmness of the past.

King actually knows the so-called Qing clan very clearly, and outside of it, he can't think of anything else that can make the strongest person of Longyu College lingering.

"Dean, what do you want me to do?" With King's body exuding a substantial murderous spirit, he has put Chen Mo on the death list, because this matter will be the most correct thing for him.

"Protect him well and guide him. I'll give you the greatest freedom. After all, this is what we owe him. Well, you go down." Jianan. After saying that, Igarashi suddenly seemed to be dozens of years old. One hand under the table grasped the other hand, and his nails were deep in the back of his hand, almost piercing his skin

King was puzzled, but he still didn't continue to ask questions. He just didn't say his concerns in his heart, and slowly sank into the darkness.

"I'm back after all." The old man muttered. The moon, the back, is indescribably sad.

Chen Mo got up early and was ready at 6 o'clock in the morning. He set a rule for himself that he must get up before 6:30 every day to practice his ability.

A bit of hard work, a bit of harvest. Chen Mo has a plan for his ability for a long time. He devotes himself to the practice of power every day and practices very hard. After a period of hard work, his ability has also made great progress. Chen Mo's preparation for a rainy day may not be unreasonable, which is also responsible for his new future.

"A good start may not have a good result; a bad start, the result is often worse." Chen Mo was lying on ** and muttering to himself, and he had opened his eyes. After a few days of sorting out, he basically divided the detailed methods of power training, many of which he explored in private.

A day's compulsory practice is in full swing. Compared with the beginning, Chen Mo is more energetic at this time. Occasionally, a few smiles can be seen on his originally stiff and indifferent face.

Jia Nan. Wulan knocked on the door and entered. Looking at Chen Mo, who was practicing, a trace of praise flashed in his old eyes.

Then he looked at Chen Mo and said, "You practiced well. Did you think about it yourself?"

Chen Mo looked at Jianan in surprise. Wulan didn't understand what the giant was thinking. Except for the first time he was caught by Yaofeng, he had never seen him.

"Practice casually, which is helpful to psionic and good for your own ability." Chen Mo quietly held the training pinball in his hand. In the recent training, the physical strength has also been inexplicably much greater.

"Oh? It's different."

Jia Nan. Wulan shook his head and said, "It's very different."

Chen Mo has no karmic problem with him psychologically. Compared with the initial uneasiest, there is almost no gradual process of mentality change, as if he has turned the world around day and night. He looked up at the dean of Longyu College and smiled, "What can be different? It's just the ability to practice."

"What do you think of my ability?" Jianan. Igarashi asked jokingly.

Chen Mo shook his head. So far, he doesn't know what category his ability is, so he hasn't said anything.

"I am a space ability" and then laughed at myself, "Actually, I don't understand the true meaning of space until now."

Don't you know about space? How is this possible?

Jia Nan. Wulan straightened his head and said slowly as if in his speech, "My ability has been awakened very early, and it has been nearly 60 years, but science can't fully understand this strange thing like space. In the same way, I still can't understand the source of psionic power, the product of subspace. There is also no way to solve the mystery so far.

Chen Mo raised his head and whispered, "Maybe it's just a lack of an opportunity. The power is a strange thing. Without thorough research, space is more elusive."

"Maybe, little guy, if one day you feel confused and can't see the road ahead, come to me." Talking about Jianan. Wulan's body disappeared into the air again.

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At the same time, King in District 7 looked at a stack of materials in his hand and smiled bitterly, if it weren't for Jianan. Wulan told himself about the particularity of Chen Mo and believed that he would never connect him with that mysterious ethnic group. Is the ability assessment the first level of Chuhua? It seems that it really doesn't show the strong ability of mountains and dew. King shook his head. This headache problem is what he must face. Here is Jianan. Wu Lan undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on him. For the maximum degree of freedom, others may not know it, but he understands that it. That's not what the college says. In fact, the maximum degree of freedom is that for their special forces, the superiors give subordinates all the authority lower than themselves, even including the power of life and death. It can be seen in Jianan. The importance of Wulan.

The role of District 7 is equivalent to the deployment of personnel and resources. Of course, the scheduling of students and instructors is also in its planning, but King is different. He is a veritable king, a king on the battlefield, and the humanoid weapon "wind of killing" in the power world. His arrival is completely from a battlefield. A dereliction of duty, a serious dereliction of duty can reach the secret trial, which can't be without mentioning Jianan. The courage of the old man, Wuqilan, when the military court had sentenced him to death, Jianan Wulan appeared. He was not tall, not powerful, and did not have the eye-catching aura of King. It was just that the old man, who usually did not smile, said a few words, "He must follow me."

Angry, appreciation, fear, red eyes, hesitation, all kinds of things in the world, at that moment, everything. King still remembers the stubborn and funny look of a group of old people on the bench. In his opinion, the image of Jianan 50 Lan can't help but be a little taller. It is estimated that he is the only one who can do this kind of big deal.

King's eyes contracted and suddenly straightened his waist.

Dean, I will not let you down...

"Well, Chen Mo, let me see you." King put down the information in his hand and looked at the place where the sun rose in the distance, as if something was brewing.

The curriculum arrangement of the college is relatively loose. There is only half a day of class every day, and the rest of the time is arranged by yourself. Today's class is the cultivation of ability control. For this course, Chen Mo does not know the reason. Standing in the teacher, he is a little confused. Looking at the approximate position of the silver hand and the source rockery, he is low-key. He walked over. After all, this was the only friend he had contact with.

"Today's course is related to self-control. Self-control is an ability of self-control and self-discipline. It is different for each person. This ability of self-control is mainly manifested in instinctive control, and spiritual control can also be divided into two categories: macro control and micro control. Control plays a vital role in the supernatural life of the power. Imagine a powerful person who can't control his emotions, ability, and even what kind of danger and regret it will be. Not only his danger, but also harm innocent people at critical times. King said, looking at Chen Mo, as if hinting something.

Sitting in the seat, Chen Mo raised a strange feeling. During this period, King always paid attention to himself intentionally or unintentionally. Chen Mo, who was originally **, was paid more attention to, and he was also a little restless and seemed to be restless. On the contrary, the little guy Yinshou saw some of Chen Mo's doubts. Hey, Chen Mo, what's wrong with you? It's not that you got into the killing god. Look at his strange eyes. Be careful yourself. I've been staring at you a lot recently.

"Oh, you little guy, um... Yinshou classmate... I don't know why Mr. King always likes to stare at me. To be honest, I'm really not used to it." Chen Mo looked at the silver hand. Wulan said with a faint smile.

While talking, Chen Mo seemed to think of something strange. He looked at Yinshou Wulan and asked, "by the way, Yinshou, what is your ability? I heard that it is called bystander personality. What is that?"

Silver hand. Igaran fiddled with his few hair and said, "Actually...Actually...Well, I'll tell you four words, and don't ask about the rest. Absolutely rational!"

The expression of the silver hand deepened the curiosity in Chen Mo's heart. After listening to his answer, he still didn't understand.

Absolutely rational?

What kind of ability is this? Is this also a power?