Yan Anqing didn't answer, just looked at Ma Ran silently.
He had encountered this situation many times before.
At this moment, what the other party needs is listening, not advice.
"It's so painful."
Ma Ran sighed and took out his schedule from his pocket.
He looked at the small book blankly, with a gloomy look on his face, and his tone was not very human, as if he was telling someone else's story: "There is really no way I can endure it any longer."
"I understand that I am weak and cannot even do half of what Yu Hongyi is, but I have tried my best."
"Do you know? When I was eating in the cafeteria just now, I took the chopsticks and even thought about sticking them into my eyes..."
Ma Ran's words are like the ravings of a mental patient.
It's fragmented, has no logic, and doesn't have much coherence. It goes where it comes to mind.
After talking for about ten minutes, Ma Ran finally got tired.
He stopped talking and even closed his eyes, looking like he was recharging his energy.
Yan Anqing sighed and said with a gentle tone: "You have done very well, much better than I expected."
"Moreover, after this over-the-limit training, your mental and willpower intensity will increase a lot."
"The current situation requires attention."
"You have shown signs of neurasthenia and are prone to severe depression."
As he finished speaking, Yan Anqing's laptop screen suddenly switched scenes.
The figure of Academician Li Yanhuang appeared on the screen.
Mr. Li on the screen snorted coldly, seeming to dislike Yan Anqing's statement.
His golden eyes were filled with a stern expression of hatred: "Only the weak will suffer from depression."
Ma Ran opened his eyes.
The eyes of the two golden-eyed people met across the display screen.
He seemed to want to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he just sighed: "You are right, I am indeed a weak person."
There's nothing you can do about it if you hate iron but don't turn it into steel.
Iron is iron. Unless it is reforged, forged and smelted, and the content and arrangement of carbon elements are changed, it will never become steel.
This is an inherent attribute trait.
After hearing the conversation between the two, Yan Anqing next to him had veins popping out on his forehead, as if he was trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
He stared at Academician Li on the screen fiercely, and his voice came out hard from between his teeth: "Ha! Are you finally willing to admit that depression is a disease?"
Immediately after saying these words, Mr. Li's face turned dark, his eyebrows furrowed, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.
Academician Li Yanhuang is the father of Yan Anqing’s first girlfriend, Li Wan.
When Li Wan was diagnosed with depression, Li Yanhuang and Yan Anqing were furious at each other over this matter.
The former took the airs of an old father and concluded that his daughter was too spoiled. In fact, there was nothing wrong with her and it was just hypocrisy. It was just an excuse for her unwillingness to study or work.
So Academician Li strictly prohibited Li Wan from taking antidepressant drugs, and used his network to prevent her from purchasing treatment drugs such as paroxetine, sertraline, and citalopram.
He stubbornly believed that medicine was three parts poison.
He is obviously not sick, but has a weak will. He is self-hypnotized and brainwashed as a weak person, but he has to take medicine for a long time...
If this continues, it will only harm my daughter's body.
Li Yanhuang thought he had done the right thing.
"Psychological effects" is what he often talks about.
later……
At dawn one day, the first ray of sunlight fell on Yan Anqing's face.
When he woke up, he found that Li Wan beside the pillow was completely cold.
It was confirmed that it was suicide and there was no conspiracy.
After experiencing this incident, Yan Anqing's inner emotional changes and mental journey are really difficult to explain to outsiders.
At Li Wan's funeral, the father-in-law complained that his son-in-law did not take good care of his daughter.
The son-in-law believed that his father-in-law had killed his lover.
Yan Anqing and Li Yanhuang dislike each other.
If they hadn't worked in the same place by chance, the two of them would have never interacted with each other.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yan Anqing realized his gaffe.
He took two deep breaths, managed to calm down, and said expressionlessly: "Academician Li, if you want to observe my experiment, you can. But please don't judge me casually."
Ma Ran, who was originally the center of the topic, suddenly became the audience.
He vaguely sensed that there was some relationship between the two of them, but he couldn't say anything casually, so he looked at his nose and heart, thinking that he was nothing but air.
"snort……"
Academician Li Yanhuang snorted coldly and disconnected.
Yan Anqing gathered his emotions and his eyes fell on Ma Ran.
"You inspire me."
"The next new topic is called..."
""Strong Man Building Plan"."
Listening to Yan Anqing's words, Ma Ran felt something was wrong.
If it were him before, he would probably be extremely excited or fearful of the unknown future.
But now, he just nodded weakly and expressed his willingness to cooperate.
…
United States, California, Asia.
Mr. d'Orsay Gym.
Jack Grimm was pounding the iron like crazy as usual.
His ten abdominal muscles are as hard as steel, his two chest muscles are like two shields, and his latissimus dorsi, trapezius, biceps, and triceps are all well developed and smooth.
The muscle groups are like the defense parts of the mecha's body. The sweat slips off them, and under the light, they shine with the luster and texture of marble.
This is by no means a level that normal humans can achieve through training.
Jack Grim's muscles are like armor. Just looking at it from a distance will make you feel a violent impact coming towards your face.
Around him, dozens of fitness men and women surrounded the place.
"...How awesome! He deserves to be one of the Twelve Saints, Jack!"
"Can't we call him a human anymore? We can definitely say that he is a superman!"
"God... there is no way to build this kind of muscle armor! Even if I overdose on hormones, do crazy C (cycle, a cycle of muscle-building hormone injections), and spend ten hours a day in the gym, I won't be able to build it in more than ten years."
It’s possible to practice to this extent!”
"Schwarzenegger, Jason Statham and Dwayne Johnson are younger brothers to this guy!"
"Is this the legendary 'Perfect Ghost Back'? I always thought it only existed in comics..."
“I heard that Saint Christian’s testosterone concentration is fifteen times higher than that of normal men! There are many people who use Durabolin, Anadrol, Parabolin, and Primobolan as saline and glucose injections.
Even the Lord can't reach that level. Looking at Jack's muscular expression, it seems to be even more exaggerated than Christian's. How high is his male hormone level?"
The corners of Jack Grimm's lips were raised exaggeratedly, a proud smile appeared on his face, and his golden eyes shone with pride.
As a YouTube bodybuilding video uploader, he has maintained his fitness habits for a full ten years. He has participated in countless bodybuilding competitions, big and small, but his best result was only third place in a state-level competition!
Bodybuilding is the same as eSports.
No one will remember the runner-up and third runner-up. Except for the king who won the crown, everyone else is a loser and is regarded as a weakling who is vulnerable!
But all this changed after the Red Moon incident!
Jack discovered that his muscle dimensions suddenly increased explosively, with clear and smooth lines, and high separation, as if he had undergone special surgery.
Going to the Olympiad in this state, no one can compete with him head-on!
Unfortunately, the Olympiad has just ended, and there will be no world-class bodybuilding competition in the near future...
Originally, Jack Grimm was worried that this change was only temporary, and as time went by, these perfect muscles would gradually atrophy.
So he frantically shot hundreds of fitness videos and uploaded them to YouTube (video website).
But more than two months have passed, and these muscles on the body show almost no signs of degeneration.
"ha!"
Jack suddenly threw away the dumbbells and performed a muscle show.
He grinned and made a weird OK gesture with a grin: "This is the real power of white people!"
As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became fanatical.
No one noticed that the smile on the face of the fair-skinned guy closest to Jack Grim quickly disappeared, as if he had been slapped in the face when he was most cheerful.
Anger and resentment gradually overflowed from this person's eyes... Sure enough, it's more fun to write original fantasy stories! When writing the last fanfic, I felt like I was dancing with shackles, and I couldn't perform at all...
I hope this can produce results and write a long one! Let’s work hard together! I will code carefully every day and work hard to update it! Can you give me your daily recommendation votes?