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"I'm not entirely sure, but the timing of these two events is too coincidental, isn't it?" Meng Qing shrugged, his way of thinking about the problem is different from Kent's, without too many restrictions, "Tara passed away On that day, our mental strength just happened to be improved, and the cause of his death has not been found out yet. Have you ever thought about another possibility, if there is no dream that night, maybe you will experience the same thing as Tara matter?"

same thing...

Kent thought about what Meng Qing said, and his pupils shrank in shock.

Meng Qing patted the back of Kent's hand, and continued: "Although I can't figure out what the connection is, maybe something in the dream has become a variable, not only helping you resolve this crisis, but also letting you You and I have been blessed by misfortune, and our spiritual power has been improved."

This kind of speculation is too bold, but if you think about it carefully, you will feel that although this kind of inference has some flaws, it is indeed reasonable and reasonable.

Kent quickly thought of a possibility: "If there are any variables in that dream, it's probably only you?"

"I think so too." Meng Qing smiled slightly, raising her chin with some complacency.

Kent's expression began to become complicated. If the variable in this matter is really Meng Qing, what should he do?

He didn't want to involve Meng Qing in this matter, after all, it was too dangerous, but according to Meng Qing's inference, the breakthrough point of this matter was on him, and only on him.

"Why did you tell me your guess? If you didn't tell me, I might not have guessed this possibility at all." Kent looked at Meng Qing with a complicated expression.

Meng Qing still smiled gently: "Because I thought of it, I will naturally tell you."

These words warmed Kent's heart, and the balance in his heart had unconsciously tilted.

This matter had nothing to do with Meng Qing, it was enough that he was willing to listen to what he had to say, and he must not be involved in it.

Besides, this matter is a secret of the military department and should not be disclosed to anyone. He can bear such a crime, but Meng Qing should not be implicated.

Kent found all the excuses for himself, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Meng Qing, just pretend that I haven't said this, understand?"

"Okay, but if you really need me to do something, you should tell me directly." Meng Qing nodded.

Kent smiled and nodded: "Definitely."

Putting this matter aside for the time being, two days later, after Meng Qing, who had not played any guiding role, accepted the control over the mental power of the eight friends, she even complained mercilessly: "They are all ordinary."

Even Kent on the side couldn't stand it anymore: "It's only been two days, and they've already done a good job."

The disgusted friends immediately looked at Kent with grateful eyes. Before, they thought Kent was a person with a particularly cold personality. Only now did they realize how wrong they were, and Meng Qing was the real one? ah.

"That's it, let me tell you what kind of dreams you all like first, well, Adolf, you can count for me," Meng Qing shrugged indifferently, and then became the shopkeeper again, "If you have any other questions, please feel free. Tell Adolf first, if there are more than ten questions, then report to me."

Adolf began to work without complaint, and Kent couldn't help leaning into Meng Qing's ear and said, "Why do I feel like you don't really want to help them?"

"You saw it." Meng Qing raised her eyebrows calmly, not feeling embarrassed at all.

Kent finally stopped talking, but he knew Meng Qing's temperament very well. He seemed indifferent, but he was actually very serious. When he was really needed, he would definitely stand up.

This kind of indifference and a little arrogant temperament, why does he think it is very cute?

After counting everyone's needs for dreams, Meng Qing finally spoke again: "The practice of mental power must continue, and I will also give you some homework, don't say you can't do it, maybe you in the past really couldn't do it You can, but now and in the future you will definitely be able to.”

"Yes!" Although such an irresponsible teacher at the stall was indeed a bit miserable, the fighting spirit of the friends was not affected, and their belief in Meng Qing did not decrease.

In their view, Meng Qing is helping them in everything she does. If they fail to meet the requirements, it can only mean that they are not working hard enough, or that they are not capable enough. It is they who are sorry for Meng Qing's guidance, not Meng Qing's The requirements are too strict.

Kent looked at Meng Qing, who had an indifferent face, and then at the little friends whose faces were full of longing, and immediately didn't want to say anything, but maybe there was something about Meng Qing that people couldn't help. The power of convincing, isn't it?

That night, Meng Qing started the special dream training for the friends. The content of the dream was set according to their own requirements, and because it was the first time, Meng Qing did not arrange other tasks for them. The main thing is to be familiar with this feeling.

As for Meng Qing herself, she naturally put her main consciousness in Kent's dream, and the two went shopping, eating, and chatting together, as leisurely as they wanted.

According to Meng Qing's instructions, during class the next day, the students tried their best to suppress the excitement in their hearts and did not show any abnormalities, but when they gathered in Meng Qing's dormitory at night, they couldn't hold it anymore.

"Meng Qing, this is simply amazing, my spiritual power has really improved!"

"It's just a sweet dream. I didn't expect that it can really improve my spiritual power. Meng Qing, you are simply amazing!"

Meng Qing waved her hand to signal her friends to calm down, and then said something very uncooperative: "It's like this, since what we're doing is a secret, you can't go to my bed every day." Running away from the dormitory can easily arouse suspicion."

Instead of infecting Meng Qing with his excitement, he was ruthlessly intercepted by the other party, so the friends had to try their best to calm down.

Meng Qing clapped her hands: "Can anyone help me think of a good way?"

"How about we change the place and find a more secret place to hold the meeting?" Adolf spoke first.

Meng Qing shot it back directly: "What's the difference between that and being in my dormitory? Is there any surveillance blind spot in the Princeton Military Academy?"

"Maybe we can hold a meeting on the virtual network?" Yaheng suggested.

Meng Qing continued to shoot back: "No, the virtual network is also monitored. Although we have personal privacy and can block the content of the meeting from the outside world, we cannot hide the fact that we are together."

Neither of these two methods worked, and the friends suddenly frowned and thought about it, but they couldn't think of a better method for a while.

At this time, Zheng Ming, who had been showing no sense of existence, raised his hand silently: "I...I have an idea that may not be realized."

"Tell me." Meng Qing looked at Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming subconsciously swallowed his saliva: "I think, since we can obtain spiritual power from the dream, can we transform our own consciousness into spiritual power and enter the dream? In this way, we can gather together in the dream. Are we together?"

Such a statement made Meng Qing raise her eyebrows: "I regret to tell you that you probably can't transform your consciousness into spiritual power."

When his idea was denied, Zheng Ming lowered his head somewhat disappointed.

But Meng Qing continued: "But I should be able to help you do this, so this is really a good idea."

Zheng Ming raised his lowered head again, his eyes were filled with surprise, and then a light of surprise shot out, his face flushed with excitement, he was actually praised by Meng Qing!