When Professor Qian told him to relax, Song He smiled faintly.
He had never taken the rotating chair seriously. Although he knew it was probably difficult, he trusted his physique even more. He would definitely feel uncomfortable, but it probably would not be too severe.
Unexpectedly, the moment the rotating chair started, something felt wrong in less than five seconds!
His mind began to go blank, and in that blankness, a white bowl inexplicably appeared.
With a crack, an egg hit the white bowl and split open. The yolk and white fell into the bowl, and a pair of chopsticks stabbed into them, vigorously stirring until they became one!
Song He's entire body tensed. He felt like a beaten egg, while his brain seemed on the verge of being shaken into a slurry. His stomach and intestines began to tighten, as if someone had reached into his belly and started scrubbing his intestines like laundry!
"Shake your head left and right! Left and right! Left and right!" Professor Qian shouted repeatedly.
Song He could not tell whether Professor Qian had shouted several times or whether he was hearing echoes caused by his own high-speed turning.
He gripped the armrests tightly, his thumb brushing the edge of the red emergency-stop button. He clenched his teeth and endured, trying to shake his head left and right. But the moment he did, the hand scrubbing his intestines pressed harder and began lifting and rummaging through them.
His lunch rose to the back of his throat. He desperately swallowed it down and began praying for the first three-minute round to end quickly!
"Beep!"
A sharp sound suddenly came from the rotating chair beside him, immediately followed by the sound of vomiting.
Song He hurriedly pressed the emergency-stop button as well. After the chair stopped,