: Disobeying your heart

A steady stream of mental power continued to gather into the Internet. At this moment, not only everyone in the Internet, but even Ivan couldn't help but stop the work at hand and frowned adaptively.

Ivan was not used to this feeling either. This was his first time to create a consciousness network. Before him, he had seen countless examples and had experienced the feeling of being a part of the network. However, as the master of the network, this was the first time that he had such great power.

He wasn't sure he could do it, but he still tried, and so far everything was still normal.

Ivan could feel his consciousness spreading like a tentacle, and at the same time, countless tentacles spread to him. After touching him, they retreated far away, like wild beasts burned by flames.

They were nostalgic for the warmth and light of stars like planets, but they could not bear the real power at close range, so they could only hover from afar. Ivan understood their awe, just as he understood his own horror.

When everything returns to peace, it means that the first impact of the consciousness network is passed safely. Ivan feels that this is not as difficult as the tutor describes it.

Just as a star needs sufficient mass if he wants to attract a planet, by the same token, if a mage wants to influence or even control others through the consciousness network, his own will needs to be strong enough.

It can be said that the ability of consciousness networks to transmit spells is only a side effect, and connecting consciousness is its most essential purpose. On this point, both parties are equal.

The role of the mage in it is to become the most critical middleman, and he is the bond that connects everyone.

The influence is relative. Although the mage can certainly influence the "users" of the consciousness network, and even transmit spells through this channel, he must be influenced by countless people at all times. If he cannot stick to his own defense, the mage himself will even be taken away by the trend of consciousness. In this way, the mage will become a slave to the network from the controller of this network.

So that's it! Ivan sighed a long time ago. This is the feeling of a mage, this is.

From the moment the consciousness network was truly established, the mage had already walked onto the single-plank bridge on the cliff, with countless eyes staring at him by the cliff. The mage needed to carefully take every step. If you were not careful, it would be the price to pieces.

But the price is indeed worth it.

Ivan snapped his fingers, his hand of consciousness, and his goal was to put bookshelf in front of him.

He lifted the heavy bookshelf at will and stayed steadily in the air. The magic did not feel like it was about to collapse. He could feel the calmness of this power, and this magic still had a lot of strength.

In the past, he only lasted for dozens of seconds at best, and he still needed to do his best.

And there were only a few thousand people, and he thought of the mages he had met before...

Have you finally embarked on this path? Ivan looked at the unfinished pattern on the computer and fell into deep thought.

...

A knock on the door brought Ivan's thoughts back to reality from his memories. He got up and opened the door. The person who came was Feng Jingting.

After he went to dinner with the two foreigners yesterday, he never came back. After careful calculation, it was almost 24 hours.

After Feng Jingting came in, he looked at Yifan and smiled, his eyes dodged, as if he was hesitating. The last time he saw him, he was not like this.

Something must have happened, Ivan could guess without magic.

"Just say anything if you have something to say." Ivan poured him a cup of tea. He still felt very good about Feng Jingting. His knowledge and imagination could amaze Ivan. Ivan always respects these two things.

He is not a person who is good at lying and deceiving, but reality forces him to do so. Education finally cultivates talents like them, but reality often burns these most precious talents to ashes.

He is not suitable for this, really.

"I..." Feng Jingting had just opened his head, but sweat oozed out of his face. He lowered his head and wanted to drink water, but his hands were scalded by the boiling water that had just been washed. The pain prompted him to make up his mind.

"I want to see the previous pictures, and see if there are some places to see if there is any improvement." Feng Jingting tried hard to control his speech speed and finished this sentence with difficulty.

"Do you keep a file on your computer?" Yifan asked knowingly.

Feng Jingting has very good self-discipline. He handed over all the drawings and materials he had finished was timely given to Yifan, but he didn't leave any of them. Now, there was probably only the one he was drawing, and probably no copy of the ones he had made.

Feng Jingting shook his head, pretending to be relaxed on his face.

"Everyone is in the computer, I will mess with myself." Ivan pointed to his study. It would be better for them to cover them up, but if they insisted on not being able to see them, it would cause unnecessary suspicion.

Ivan stood up, opened the curtains and looked outside. Many reporters in the community had not yet dispersed. Many dedicated guys were eating lunch boxes with cameras hanging around their necks. The roofs that could be seen were full of astronomical telescopes, and people around them were watching from time to time. These things were arranged side by side with the residents' solar water heaters, forming a rare wonder.

"Ha," he suddenly laughed out loud, "It's really interesting."

"Why are you laughing at?" Hua Tingting walked out of her room, stood in Ivan's position and looked out. She didn't see anything ridiculous, but was a little worried.

"Ivan," she frowned, holding Ivan's arm, "Or, let's postpone the marriage for a few days, look like this outside..."

She was so scared by these people that she hadn't dared to go out in the past few days. She had originally planned to practice roller skating at Ningzhou University, and now she has been delayed. She can only play cards with Liu Yan and the others at home every day.

"Isn't it great outside like this? There are so many people, so the wedding ceremony is just a lively thing." Ivan pulled the curtains indifferently. Asking these reporters, Ivan finally made an excuse to persuade Zhou Feng's parents to go back and ask them to come back when they get married. He doesn't want to be tossed like this again.

Hua Tingting opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything. She was not a very deliberate person. Since Ivan insisted, she had nothing to say.

"Then when will you accompany me to take photos, and you have to book a hotel...my mother talks about these things..."

"Anytime, right now!" Yifan smiled and held her hand, "How is it, do you want to experience the feeling of being a star?"

"Ah! Feng..." Hua Tingting saw Feng Jingting coming out and wanted to shake his hand away, but Yifan didn't let him go.

Feng Jingting glanced at the two of them, nodded and hurriedly prepared to leave, but he had just walked out a few steps and was stopped by Ivan.

"Hey! Feng Jingting." Yifan called his name, "I remember to come to have a wedding banquet on the night of the 10th."

Feng Jingting turned around, looked at the couple who smiled at him in front of him, and nodded: "It must."

...

When Feng Jingting returned to the dormitory, the instructor was already waiting for him. The room was full of choking cigarettes. When the door was opened, Feng Jingting couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Feng Jingting has always hated others smoking in public places the most. He couldn't breathe when he smelled the smoke, but his mentor was such a person who was addicted to smoke.

The tutor is a man in his fifties and a professor at Ningzhou University. Although he is a professor, Feng Jingting has basically never seen him take classes. Every time Feng Jingting finds him, he will mix with a group of people in suits and ties, golf courses, cafes... It seems that those places are his real field.

When the smoke was almost out, he saw the instructor sitting at his desk. His notebook had been opened. The picture was showing a drawing. This scene directly angered Feng Jingting. He felt a surge of blood rising, and walked over and closed the notebook with a calm face. In the instructor's astonished expression, he said coldly: "I said I would give it to you, so you don't have to be so anxious."

The tutor did not care about his impoliteness. Young people were like this. They were immature and could understand it.

"How about it, have you brought the information back?" The instructor threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his leather shoes, raised his hand and took out one from his pocket, touching the lighter everywhere.

Feng Jingting gave him the USB flash drive with a cold face, then walked over and opened the window for ventilation.

"How do he answer the questions I mentioned?" The instructor lit the cigarette but had no intention of leaving.

"He said nothing." Feng Jingting looked at the window, not wanting to look back.

"I think you didn't ask at all." The instructor inserted the USB flash drive into the notebook and opened it one by one to see.

Feng Jingting was silent.

"I know, it's not a good time to ask you to do this kind of thing, and you have ideas in your heart." The instructor said while looking at the drawings, "But you have to know that this is not something for me. To put it bluntly, it is for the country. If he is really a dangerous person, you might have made great contributions this time..."

"Stop talking, I know all this." Feng Jingting interrupted the instructor.

If it weren't for this name, even if he didn't study for this doctoral degree, he wouldn't have done such a thing. However, this is what he could do, and more, he really couldn't do it.

"Don't be so unhappy? Let me tell you good news. Your paper has been approved for the initial review. When will you take the time to come and defend it?"

"So fast?" Feng Jingting was very surprised. Usually, it is common to review a doctoral thesis for several months, but now, less than a month? Is what he did this time really so important?...

Feng Jingting's mind was spinning rapidly, in chaos. I don't know if it was because of happiness or because of other things...

The tutor put the USB flash drive into his pocket with satisfaction. Seeing that Feng Jingting looked wrong, he thought he was worried about the defense, so he came over and patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, I know all the teachers who defended. Your thesis itself is fine, there will be no accidents."

A choking smell of smoke came over the shop. Feng Jingting suppressed his disgust and stared at the ground and replied: "I understand, I'm a little tired. I want to take a rest. You can go first."

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