What You Think Is Just What You Think

Lin Cheng calmly watched Wu Yong's expression struggle and shift, cold sweat gradually covering his forehead as though he were carrying a mountain on his back.

Seeing Wu Yong's hand about to reach for that fabricated "fruit," Lin Cheng remained impassive, though a trace of disappointment surfaced in his heart. His willpower was still a little lacking. Whenever faced with a major matter, one had to keep calm. Even if one could not remain completely composed, one at least had to retain a shred of clarity.

Suddenly, Wu Yong's hand stopped.

At that moment, Lin Cheng raised an eyebrow and let out an almost imperceptible sound of surprise. At last, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Headmaster, I want to know what the second choice is!" Saying such a simple sentence seemed to exhaust all the strength Wu Yong had in his life.

"Oh? You won't reconsider?"

Lin Cheng's indifferent voice rang out. The "fruit" also became increasingly illusory, as though it might vanish at any moment. A trace of struggle showed in Wu Yong's eyes, but it quickly faded. He gritted his teeth and said, "No need!"

Crack!

Suddenly, there came the sound of a mirror shattering. Wu Yong's vision blurred, as if something had changed, yet everything before him still looked exactly as it had a moment ago. Then, as though sensing something, he looked toward where the "fruit" had been—and discovered in horror that the spot was completely empty. There was nothing there.

Fake?

Was this a test from the Headmaster?

At that moment, Wu Yong suddenly came to his senses somewhat, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Thank goodness!

An illusion? So the Headmaster really is an illusionist. This illusion is too terrifying—it's practically no different from reality... Wu Yong secretly wiped away his cold