Who Are You, Really?

At that moment, Hu Menghan grew more and more excited as he spoke, seeming to have immersed himself in the limits of some field. "Different expressions can give rise to all kinds of complex emotions. Humans are inherently the most complicated lifeforms; our inner worlds are vast beyond measure, yet all of it can be expressed through the combined movements of just over forty facial muscles. Don't you think that's amazing?"

"Amazing, so what?" Chu Han responded perfunctorily, following Hu Menghan's lead, but he could not help feeling shaken inside.

By observing changes in a person's facial muscles to guess their emotions, then taking another turn through the brain to analyze their psychology before finally communicating—it seemed Hu Menghan's method was completely superfluous. Calling him crazy would not have been excessive in the slightest.

Yet it had to be said that this method of judgment was incredibly accurate, more objective and impartial than a person's subjective feelings. Most unconscious movements of the human facial muscles went entirely unnoticed by the person themselves. Even with an Oscar-level disguise, there would always be a few muscles betraying what lay within.

And Chu Han had already deeply experienced the other benefits that could be derived from this method a few minutes ago. An inexplicable sense of alarm made him somewhat horrified. Hu Menghan could be called an extremist, but this man...

Really was a genius!

"So I could tell that you'd met my younger brother, because your facial muscles betrayed you. Even though you were calm enough, and your speed at settling your emotions was something I'd never seen in my life, I still noticed it. After all, I've mastered this field thoroughly. You didn't lose unfairly." Hu Menghan continued, his smugness written all over his face. "Actually, before meeting you, I didn't