Han slowly raised his hand.

He could have stopped it all right away, but ...... His hand paused in mid-air, not moving.

Don't you want to see it?

Seven hundred years ago, he watched this scene lightly and turned his head away.

Do you really want to escape?

Seven hundred years ago, when he returned to the small building, he immediately did not wake up from a big dream.

Must be self-deceptive?

Hundreds of years, through several lifetimes, he never looked back and asked, never tried to look again.

He has learned a lot of things in the world, has understood a lot of world conditions, and can vaguely feel that the scene that Zhang Minxin led him to see at that time had other intentions, however, he still didn't ask, didn't ask, didn't ask......

It wasn't until many years later, standing in the forbidden land of the Shura religion, that I heard the last words that I couldn't understand at all, but had been passed down for seven hundred years......

After that, how many times did I think about the old things, how many times I recalled the old people, how much I wanted to know what happened at that time, how much I was angry, and how numb and ignorant I had been......

It's just that even that kind of urgent state of mind, such confusion and loss, such confusion, and such helpless pursuit are all unattainable.

Seven hundred years have passed, and you are no longer you, and I am no longer me.

Seven hundred years of reincarnation, dust has returned to dust, and soil has returned to earth.

What is missed will always be missed, what can be recovered? Looking for what?

So, why do you still have to watch it, why do you still have to face it?

Why do you have to look at it all over again, why do you want to add to your troubles, why do you ...... Why...... How good it is now, how peaceful it feels, how peaceful it feels......

Numb, still, no pain, no injury.

His hand stopped in mid-air. It seemed to be about to snap his fingers quietly and stop all this, however, he did not move.

His hands stopped in mid-air, as if he was too tired to fall back on the futon at any moment, leaving him with his eyes wide open to relive everything in the virtual light screen.

However, that hand. But he didn't take it back.

This choice is easy or difficult. Or is it ...... He was so numb that he had no motivation to choose.

Fang Qingchen walked out of the room, feeling a little heavy.

He has done everything he can do.

I did my best, and I did my best. The rest can only take a step back and give others the respect and freedom they deserve. The rest of the ...... The result...... In fact, it has nothing to do with him.

He closed his eyes tiredly, and because his mental strength was exhausted, his whole person felt a little empty and had nowhere to focus. Slowly, lazily walking to his room.

At this time, what he needs most is to rest.

It's a pity, at this moment. Professor Zhuang, who he didn't want to see, actually stood on his way forward and looked at him coldly: "You persuaded him?" ”

"No, I just threw the edited things to him, whether to watch it or not, it's his business, after watching it, how to decide. It's also his business. ”

Professor Zhuang sighed: "This is your psychological counseling?" Toss everyone up, forcibly wake up Han, and then, this is how you can undo the psychological trauma of your classmates. ”

"My idea may not be right, but it shouldn't be a big mistake, otherwise you wouldn't have decided to help me, Professor."

Fang Qingchen said lazily: "I just hope he knows." I don't want him to miss out on it when he doesn't know anything. Not even a chance to choose. As for how he decides, it's his business. He may be stupid. Maybe stupid, but he doesn't seem to have learned our agility until now. But he is still an adult after all, and he has the power to make decisions about his own life. At this point, I can only respect him. ”

Professor Zhuang frowned and shook his head: "You are obviously bent on going your own way, making a lot of trouble, and then leaving it alone." ”

Fang Qingchen coughed: "Hmm, I'm sorry, I just forgot about it all of a sudden." Professor, you are our mentor, in your opinion, we are all minors, and we all need to be guided. But Professor, if Han is a minor, then I should be a minor, right? Shouldn't the so-called psychological counseling be your responsibility as a mentor? You're just going to provoke one of my students to go up. Professor Zhuang snorted. Speaking of which, the one who needs psychological guidance the most is probably not Ah Han, but the first bad student in Xiaolou, who is always willful to the extreme. It's a pity that in the face of this rare and extremely intelligent and assertive student, his previous rich teaching experience is useless. So in the face of Fang Qingchen, he is often full of a sense of powerlessness.

Alas...... And Han...... At this time, he could really only temporarily suppress the anxiety in his heart, quietly wait for Ah Han to finish reading what Fang Qingchen had prepared for him, and then consider how to persuade him according to his change in mentality.

At the very least, those truths should at least make him hate this world a little less, and calm down his bad state of mind a little.

Professor Zhuang took a deep look at the closed door behind Fang Qingchen.

The inside of the small building is not allowed to peep, and when Han looks at those old things, what kind of mood will he have, and what kind of changes will he have, he can only guess, not observe.

Fortunately, the central computer is everywhere, and if Han's mood swings are too great, and when he wakes up, his mental strength, which has been painful and weak, is stimulated, the computer will immediately call the police, and as a teacher, he can also help in time.

It's just that between this contemplation and deep groaning, Fang Qingchen has already passed by him generously.

Professor Zhuang sighed: "Where are you going?"

"Go and rest." Fang Qingchen rubbed his eyebrows and had a headache: "I'm tired like this, where else can I go."

"You're really at ease."

"If you don't worry, you have to let it go. Anyway, it will take at least a whole day for Han to read those materials. Am I stupid if I don't hurry up and get back to strength? Fang Qingchen replied lazily, and then swaggered away.

Professor Zhuang was helpless, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned to leave.

At this moment, in the small building, the other students are also doing their own things. However, whether they are in their own room, in the main control room, in the professor's room, or even in a virtual game, there is a large screen open in front of them, and the closed door is always displayed on the screen.

Every now and then, someone will raise their head and can't help but glance at it.

In the room where everyone's slightly worried eyes could not penetrate, Han's raised hand finally fell weakly back on the bed.

Maybe it was because he was so badly injured that he was mentally exhausted, and from his body to his soul, there was no pain, but he finally persevered for a short time. At this moment, he didn't even seem to have the strength to move a finger.

So he could only lie down like this, lie down, and look at the illusory screen above, conjuring up all kinds of old things.

"What you want, I'll give it to you, so that you don't have to bother anymore."

"You, where are you going?" "It's none of your business anymore."

"You just threw this Optimus to me, why should I make everyone submit to me?"

"Frankly...... "his master, at last, turned back and looked indifferently at the person he once loved the most----

"It's none of my business anymore."

Nonsense divider-

Secretary Brown: Di Fei......