You Damned Tenderness (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
My head hurts!
It felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been thrust into his brain, stirring his gray matter. Even his brain core was trembling.
This was the essence of "cramming"—as long as it did not burst the brain in one go, they would keep pouring it in until death!
It did not give anyone the slightest chance to adapt to the pain. It was simply cheating.
Song Shuhang gripped the armrests of the chair with all ten fingers. His lips had turned blue, and his toes had curled tight from the excruciating pain.
Beside him, Three-Eyed Senior kept asking in a gentle voice from time to time, "Does it hurt? You haven't fainted yet? Are you still conscious? Can you still endure it?"
Senior's voice was soft and warm. If one only listened to his voice, it was unbelievably gentle and healing.
This damned tenderness~~
Beside them, Eyeball Butler was considering whether it should massage Tyrant Song's temples to ease his suffering.
Tyrant Song was suffering far too much. Even watching him made Eyeball Butler's heart ache, and it shed enormous tears for him.
"Hang in there, Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song. The first wave is about to pass, and victory is in sight. You can do it. You have to hold on!" Three-Eyed Senior vigorously encouraged Song Shuhang.
If Song Shuhang could not endure even the first wave, then would not the ten waves of data streams he had carefully designed afterward be a complete waste of effort? Therefore, Tyrant Song had to endure at least until the fourth wave. Only then would Three-Eyed Senior feel satisfied.
"Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song, would you like a mouth bit?" Eyeball Butler asked considerately.
Song Shuhang was biting down hard at that moment, making