Shen Qian never expected to be so unlucky, drawing the "trump card" from the exam questions right away.
After the card appeared, it floated quietly for five seconds without moving, seemingly waiting for the switch to occur before sinking.
Shen Qian remained silent. In any case, regardless of the type of card, theoretically, the system made little difference. He was still pondering how to get a perfect score in this subject's assessment.
Five seconds later, the card shone with golden light, enveloping Shen Qian in front of it, and its black eyes began to spin rapidly, eventually transforming into two large, cold characters.
"despair."
The next moment, Shen Qian's figure became illusory, and an invisible hand dragged Shen Qian into the card.
...
Shen Qian, carrying a schoolbag, ran through the heavy rain, panting heavily.
The ill-fitting school uniform clung stickily to my body after being soaked in the rain, making me feel even more uncomfortable.
But Shen Qian couldn't worry about that now. He had just received a call from Shen Liang. Wang Xiaojuan's organ failure had suddenly worsened, and she was currently lying in the ward.
The outline of the hospital building had already appeared in front of him. Just as Shen Qian was about to run over in one breath, he was suddenly tripped by someone and fell heavily to the ground, his backpack contents scattering all over the floor.
"Shenqian, we meet again."
A sinister grin appeared in Shen Qian's line of sight.
The boy with the umbrella looked down at Chen Qian from his high vantage point. Men in black uniforms with gold trim on their cuffs surrounded him, staring coldly at him.
"Zhao Xin?"
Shen Qian's pupils contracted, and he struggled to his feet. "Can we settle any grudges another day? I have urgent business to attend to right now."
"Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"
Zhao Xin chuckled, picked up a rain-soaked report card from the ground, glanced at it, and clicked his tongue, "So you're a piece of trash with a physical fitness score below 100. You've worked at the martial arts gym for three years, and this is it?"
"You dare to interfere in my affairs with Jiang Xuan?"
Zhao Xin kicked Shen Qian to the ground.
Shen Qian clenched his fists, trembling as he got up again. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his voice trembled from his internal injuries. "This time... I'm begging you."
"Beg?" Zhao Xin laughed in a morbid way. "Sure, come on, crawl between my legs, and I'll let you go today."
Ten minutes later.
The boy, covered in blood and staggering, finally entered the hospital.
"Xiaoqian, what should we do? The doctor has issued a critical condition notice. She needs surgery immediately, which will cost 100,000 yuan. I've tried everything, but I can't borrow a single penny..."
Shen Liang, his eyes bloodshot, stood in the corridor, looking as haggard as an old man. Behind him was the ward, and through the glass window, one could see Wang Xiaojuan lying unconscious on the bed, her face as pale as paper.
"It's okay, it's okay. I just contacted Ding Yi, and she's already here."
He coughed and spoke haltingly.
“Sink forward.”
A familiar voice sounded behind him. Shen Qian turned around and saw a girl with a high ponytail walking over, staring at him with a cool gaze.
"You're here. Can I borrow... can I borrow 100,000 yuan? My mother is dying..."
Shen Qian hurriedly went to greet her, but then lowered his head, not daring to look into the girl's eyes.
"You really think I'm an orphanage? You did a lot for me before, but I've sponsored you so many times in the past three years, we're even now."
Ding Yi said coldly, "I came here today to sever all ties with you. From now on, we will have nothing to do with each other."
Shen Qian stood there blankly, watching Ding Yi turn and leave, feeling as if his mind had gone completely blank.
“Xiaoqian, your mother… your mother…” Shen Liang’s grief-stricken shout came from behind.
Shen Qian turned his head and saw a trolley being pushed out of the ward, carrying a body covered with a white sheet. The familiar, calloused hands hung limply from under the sheet, devoid of warmth.
"mom……"
Boom!
Thunder roared, and torrential rain poured in through the window. Shen Qian, like a lifeless puppet, slowly collapsed to the ground.
...
bite!
"The system has detected that the host is on the verge of emotional collapse and has automatically started the idle mode."
...
Shen Qian regained consciousness and stared at the "King of Spades" in front of him, which had lost its luster. Although he was now a conscious being and had no physical sensations, Shen Qian still had the illusion that he was drenched in cold sweat.
That "desperate illusion" was so real that it was almost impossible to find any flaws when you were in it, and your mind seemed to be frozen, unable to think of anything else.
It truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most difficult questions in the test of willpower.
The system pulled him out before the next loop began.
Otherwise, the sinker will remain trapped in that scene until his will awakens and he notices the flaw, or until time runs out.
In some ways, this card illusion is similar to the feeling he gets when he visualizes forbidden projections in his mind, but the immersion is much stronger.
When he was visualizing the dual projection, Chen Qian's subconscious knew at least that he was in an illusion, but the card illusion directly erased his subconscious.
He turned to look at the hourglass. In the illusion, it seemed like a long time had passed, but in reality, less than a quarter of the sand in the first hourglass had flowed out.
The dark space fell silent, as if waiting for Shen Qian to say, "The exam is over."
But... it can't be that "simple".
At this point, Chen Qian had figured out what was wrong with him earlier. If an hourglass represents ten points, then it's impossible for anyone to get a perfect score.
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