Before Yan finished speaking, Yu Zhesen noticed a group of strangely dressed people coming in outside the bookstore.
They wore white coats that covered their whole bodies like medical protective suits, metal masks on their faces, and batons on their waists.
"What the hell is this?"
Nightmare explained in a low voice: "This is the product of Yu Qingxue's thought protection. She has received very advanced thought protection training. Even in her dreams, her subconscious can sense our presence and identify us as intruders."<
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Yu Zhesen's expression froze: "So they are here to deal with us? Well, this is indeed very harmful to us, but what about Qingxue?"
"If her subconscious defense force drives us away, who else can awaken her original consciousness?"
As he spoke, Yan pulled Yu Zhesen to hide in the corner behind the bookshelf.
"If we can't wake her up..."
"She will always be immersed in the world of dreams."
"Then I should go to her and wake her up now!" Yu Zhesen broke away from Xi's hand and walked quickly in the direction of Yu Qingxue and An He.
The group of white masked people immediately noticed him and began to surround him.
The staff in the bookstore had no reaction to the appearance of these white weirdos, as if they were supposed to appear here.
The people in white masks also completely ignored other people in the bookstore and clearly targeted Yu Zhesen.
Yu Qingxue and An He had already selected the books they wanted to buy, and walked side by side towards the cashier. They passed by the group of masked men in white, and they were on the same page as each other.
Yu Zhesen was blocked in the rear.
"Yu Qingxue!" He shouted in the direction of the cashier in desperation.
An He, who was standing in front of the cashier, looked back, but her sight was blocked by the crowd in white.
"Qingxue, someone seemed to be calling you just now?"
"How could that be? Did you hear it wrong?" Yu Qingxue smiled faintly.
The electronic bracelet was swiped on the checkout machine in the bookstore and made a crisp "beep" sound.
Yu Qingxue held a bag with books in one hand and held An He's arm in the other as she walked out.
In the bookshelf area at the back, Yu Zhesen had been pushed to the ground by people wearing white masks, and his mouth was covered by hands wearing thick white gloves. He stretched out his hand with difficulty from the crowd, grabbing a handful of air with his fingers in vain. p>
Yu Qingxue turned her head slightly and glanced at Yu Zhesen with her peripheral vision, raising the corners of her mouth in a contemptuous smile.
"Your sister..." Yu Zhesen cursed vaguely from the bottom of his throat.
Suddenly, a dazzling flash of light exploded in the bookstore, and the people in the white masks pressing on him let out low screams and staggered around.
Nightmare ran over and pulled Yu Zhesen up: "Hurry up, run away, those guys can't feel our presence for the time being."
Yu Zhesen was dragged out by her and couldn't help but ask: "How much influence can you have on this dream? Can't you just revive Yu Qingxue's original consciousness?"
"I can't act rashly. Her subconscious defense power has already appeared in front of us. Now it is just some low-level guards. But once my intervention in the dream becomes stronger, it will attract a more powerful counterattack."
"Are these just low-level guards?"
Yu Zhesen glanced back. During the conflict, he felt that each of the white masked men seemed to have steel bones. If these were just low-level guards, how terrifying would Yu Qingxue's complete subconscious defense power be? p>
"Hurry up! They are about to get on the bus!" Xiang pointed at the bus stop in front and shouted.
That is the intercity bus route from the old city to the new district of Xingzhou City. It takes about 30 minutes to cross the junction of the agricultural area between the new district and the old city.
Yu Zhesen and Xiang ran with all their strength and got into the same car in the last five seconds before the door closed.
The car was overcrowded. They stayed near the door after getting on the car, while Yu Qingxue and An He seemed to have moved to the middle of the car.
"Sorry, I borrowed it..." Yu Zhesen apologized and smiled to the passengers around him, while squeezing through them and moving little by little toward the center.
Nightmare stayed where he was, not following him, as if he was ready to wait for the situation to develop.
Yu Zhesen was trudging forward among the crowd when he suddenly heard a crisp slap from the front.
The beaten man collapsed on the ground and covered his face. An He's palms raised in the air had not yet been completely lowered.
The surrounding crowd squeezed to the side, leaving a small space for the conflicting parties.
Words such as "the world is declining", "gangster" and "really disgusting" were passed among the crowd. The man's cell phone fell on the ground, and the photo album he opened showed a photo of a girl's skirt under her skirt from bottom to top. Yu Zhesen stepped forward and picked up the phone. After checking the photo album, he found that there was only this photo.
Probably because of being too nervous, this photo was taken very poorly. Except for the white legs and the folds of the skirt, the middle area was completely dark.
He couldn't tell whether it was An He or Yu Qingxue that this person secretly photographed, but the evidence was enough to send this guy to the police.
"Xiao Sen?" An He looked at Yu Zhesen in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"I...I made an appointment with my friend to go out, what a coincidence..."
Although he knew clearly that the An He in front of him was the projection of consciousness in his dream, he still seemed very embarrassed.
The duty commissioner riding a motorcycle appeared outside the bus. The bus stopped temporarily and asked the duty commissioner to take away the man who had secretly photographed him and the cell phone with the evidence.
Yu Zhesen watched the car door slowly close, thinking wildly in his mind - is this a random event that happened by chance in a dream, or is it a real memory in Yu Qingxue's mind?
He turned to look at Yu Qingxue, and suddenly her eyes met, and he immediately felt that she was deeply hostile to him.
An He was completely unaware of this and introduced each of his friends and brother.
"Hello..." Yu Zhesen instinctively reacted socially, but Yu Qingxue looked at him indifferently.
"Qingxue?" An He looked at her doubtfully.
Yu Qingxue's expression finally softened: "An He, I want to have a few words with him alone."
An He agreed readily without thinking too much.
Yu Zhesen couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Qingxue Gourd, but he really wanted to talk alone, so he took the initiative to walk to the back of the carriage.
Yu Qingxue quickly followed.
At the same time, the girl who stayed near the head of the car began to push through the crowd and move back. She was not as polite as Yu Zhesen, and roughly pushed the passengers who were blocking the way.
Yu Zhesen had already arrived at the rear of the carriage. He turned around and sighed to Yu Qingxue who was following him: "Teacher Yu, please wake up. Now is not the time to reminisce about the past when you were a classmate!"
"What are you talking about?" Yu Qingxue held the bag of books with her hands behind her back, "Didn't An He's brother go to participate in group practice today? Who are you?"
Collective practice? Yu Zhesen was stunned for a moment.
Oh, he remembered that before graduating from middle school, there was a group practice activity organized by the school, with the purpose of allowing students to get in touch with society in advance.
Yu Qingxue blinked, and Yu Zhesen suddenly felt as if a hand had reached into his head.
The hand was rummaging around in his head roughly, with a sense of arrogance and strength that was superior to ordinary people.
He started to have a headache and couldn't use his legs.
There was a voice in his mind saying "kneel down" and "surrender" to him in a commanding tone.
"No..." He squeezed out a voice of resistance from between his teeth.
A subtle look of astonishment appeared on Yu Qingxue's face.
"I should have thought of it earlier. Teacher Yu, you never told me the scientific name of your superpower..."
Yu Zhesen covered his forehead above his left eye with one hand and supported his slightly bent knees with the other. Although it was difficult, he still insisted on talking to her: "You are really a genius. Mind-reading is not all of your abilities... Your real talent is the mind.
Is the control correct?"
"Your willpower is a bit surprising to me." Yu Qingxue said, "In just three minutes, I will make you obedient."
"Compared to each other, they are far behind you. You are probably the most stubborn person I have ever seen." Yu Zhesen smiled bitterly, "Do you really like your past self? Like now... you rely on mind reading and mind control to condescend.
Judge others..."
"Has your memory been tampered with?" Yu Qingxue began to frown, her face a little unnatural, "What are these messy fragments of thoughts? Have we ever lived together?"
"My memory has not been tampered with. This is the thinking protection method you taught me!" Yu Zhesen finally stood up straight and reached out to grab Yu Qingxue's wrist.
"Impossible!"
"Are you wondering why you can't control me? It's simple, because you are not the condescending genius you were back then."
Yu Zhesen looked at her sympathetically: "You have been trapped in a condition where your powers are on the verge of losing control for a long time, Teacher Yu."