"Forehead ......"

Misaka opened his eyes lightly, and saw the ceiling of the real room in a daze. (Baidu search:, read the fastest update of the novel)

What's going on? How did I fall? And my head hurts so much......

Holding his head, Misaka sat up tremblingly, at this time, one of the ten living rooms in the Misaka Matsuma Research Institute, how did he come here?

"That's right!" Misaka Xunzhen's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered why he had fainted, and he added some other things to the operation to guide his ability to go away!"Kiyama-sensei!-sensei!" Misaka Xunzhen quickly ran to the real yàn room at the beginning.

Misaka is still a little self-aware, knowing how much sequelae will occur after his ability to go berserk. I also know what kind of impact it will have on Kiyama Harunsheng, who is right in front of me.

"Kiyama-sensei!"

Misaka Shin excitedly pushed open the door of the real yàn room, and saw a tired Kiyama Haruo looking back at him, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he also lowered his head.

"I'm sorry!

"Smack!" I don't know what fell on Misaka Xunzhen's head, it should be Kiyama Harunsheng who was angry and threw it at will, "You worrying student! What's going on with changing the YÀN plan without my consent!What's the matter with modifying the AIM diffusion field marker without my consent!Do you want to die so much!"

Misaka Xunzhen listened to Kiyama Harusheng's reprimand, and said weakly, "I've just woken up...... The brain hasn't recovered yet...... "Misaka Xunzhen said this, hoping that Kiyama Haruo could forgive him for the sake of him being sick, but Kiyama Haruo had no intention of stopping at all. (The full-text novel is the fastest update)

"I spent a day tuning your brain...... I'm sure you're okay with waking up, and if you wake up early, you'll have something to do, so I'll wake you up after your brain is back to normal!"

"Let me wake up?" Misaka felt like he had heard something terrible in Kiyama Haruo's mouth, and when he touched his arm, several needles that he didn't know what had been injected were still on his arm.

"What did you inject me......

"Low-dose anesthetics...... Rest assured, only injected a amount that can't even be put down by a mouse, just as a sleeping pill. It's just a matter of delaying your clarity. "Although Kiyama Haruo is a researcher, he is not a doctor, so this approach is not very wise, and after Kiyama Haruo's adjustment for a day, although Misaka Xunzhen's brain has recovered, but the exhaustion state is aggravated, Kiyama Haruo will only restore the wrong brain waves to normal, and will not distinguish between a tired normal brain and a healthy normal brain. If it were to chase souls in the underworld, it would at least give Misaka a rest for three or four days, not a day. Of course, these Misaka Xunzhen himself knows very well, but he doesn't say it much.

"Anyway...... What time is it?" asked Misaka weakly.

"August 29, 1 a.m."

After reprimanding Misaka for a while, Kiyama Haruo felt tired, after all, this was not commensurate with her at all, so when he answered the time, his tone was much better.

"Hey......" Misaka sighed softly.

Yesterday's failure not only caused huge trouble, but also wasted a day in vain. What a headache!

"That's right!" Kiyama Haruo pointed to the soles of Misaka Tsuma's feet, an mp3 was lying there, and it was this thing that Kiyama Haruo threw over to hit Misaka Tsuma's head at first.

"This is a fantasy master, a modified version, I studied the blueprint of your helmet and changed it to a piece of music!"

"Changed to music!" Misaka Xunzhen's eyes lit up, originally he had this idea, but because the manufacture of fantasy Mitsude involves learning devices and some other aspects, Misaka Xunzhen is not very good at it, so the helmet was made in order to save time, but now that I think about it, Mr. Kiyama has experience in this area, in addition to the appearance of fantasy beasts, fantasy Mishu can be said to be a big success.

"This thing is not as dangerous as the one you made, but like the fantasy Misade, he also intervenes in the brain waves, but the intervention process is minimized, and the sequelae can be said to be no, and the brain waves that this music changes are very few, so listening to it once, can only let a person change it temporarily, and after a long time, it will recover to before it has not changed. The specific time is not known for the time being because no one has actually done it, but the longest time is no more than a day. ”

Speaking of this, Kiyama Haruo paused again.

"In addition, the effect is very low, and the amount of the AIM diffusion force field marked with this fantasy royal hand change will be quite small, but fortunately, it will be stored for a long time. In other words, when we measure, we can only see a very small number of red threads, and they are intermittent, but they will not disappear for a while and a half...... That's all I can do!"

Misaka Shin happily picked up the fantasy Mitegai with a smile on his face, and in this way, wasting a day's time can be said to be rushing back.

It's only the 29th today. It's more than enough to materialize the wind and slash the ice!

"Misaka Truth!" "Looking at the excited Misaka Truth, Kiyama Haruo suddenly shouted.

"Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?

"This thing ......" Kiyama Haruo looked into Misaka Xunzhen's eyes and said firmly, "I don't want you to use it!

Misaka Xunzhen frowned slightly, "Isn't there no danger, and the sequelae are almost negligible?"

Haru Kiyama shook his head, "That's right, but your brain can't withstand any damage...... Moreover, what I am saying is only theoretically completely safe, and theories that have not been proven by reality are not equal to facts. ”

Misaka smiled and shook his head.

"It doesn't matter! I believe in the teacher's theory, not to mention, if I want to use it for other people, I must practice it once first, and then make sure that it is safe. After all, I told my mother that her righteousness would be my justice, and if someone else's brain were to enforce this security, she would be angry......"

Kiyama Haruo looked at Misaka Xunzhen, and recalled his own theory in his head, although he didn't have the perverted thinking ability of Misaka Xunzhen, but after repeated comparisons, arguments over and over again, he finally nodded when he felt impeccable.

"You stupid student! Sure enough, I hate being a teacher the most!