Dressed as a male insect, but suffering

Wu Yang, who had thought it through, felt refreshed. He subconsciously glanced at Xu An.

Feeling Wu Yang's gaze, Xu An looked back at Wu Yang, raised his eyebrows at him, and then continued to tap on the computer.

At this time, Xu An still has the mood to tease me?

Wu Yang closed his eyes because of a headache.

My stomach is growling and I’m so hungry that it hurts.

When Wu Yang closed his eyes, his other senses became sharper.

The aroma of the barbecue on the table grew exponentially, gradually invading all of Wu Yang's senses. Wu Yang had already imagined in his mind what it would feel like to eat barbecue.

Even the texture of barbecue was simulated by Wu Yang. When he bit into the elastic meat, the juice splashed everywhere, and the spicy taste invaded Wu Yang's entire taste buds.

Wu Yang's stomach growled louder and louder, and he became hungrier and hungrier.

Wu Yang felt the aroma was getting closer and closer to him due to his extreme desire. He was almost crying. He was already greedy, and he closed his eyes to prevent himself from getting even greedier after seeing the barbecue.

Why am I hungrier when I close my eyes than when I don’t?

Just as Wu Yang was thinking about something, his lips were suddenly touched by something. The outer layer was a little burnt, but the inside was soft.

BBQ!

Wu Yang opened his eyes wide, trying to confirm whether this feeling was just an illusion.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a piece of barbecue steak floating in the air.

It's not an illusion!

Xu An whistled and praised: "Not bad, the spiritual power went out by itself, it seems that he is really hungry."

Wu Yang's face turned black.

Just as Xu An finished speaking, the steak floating in the air fell to the ground with a "bang".

Wu Yang's face turned even darker.

Xu An clicked his tongue twice, "You really don't deserve praise."

The mental power that had just been used had not been completely retracted. Wu Yang concentrated on grasping the feeling of using that mental power, and mobilized the mental power to float towards the plate on the table.

Xu An stopped what he was doing and focused on what was happening over there with Wu Yang.

Wu Yang nervously controlled his mental power, not daring to relax at all. When he sent his mental power to the flesh, his control over the mental power suddenly became smooth.

Wu Yang's mental power easily wrapped around a piece of barbecue.

The process of retracting his mental power went much more smoothly, almost unimpeded, and Wu Yang ate the grilled steak that was brought to his mouth by his mental power.

"good."

Xu An turned off the laptop, stood up, straightened his wrinkled robe, and said to Wu Yang, "The class ends here. I'll give you an after-class assignment."

"Use your mental power to untie the rope. If you can untie the rope with your mental power, I will let you out."

Before Xu An left, he added: "When you untie me, I will let you out."

Wu Yang looked at the rope tied around his hands in disbelief.

……

After Luo Chengshuang's reminder, Bian Heng immediately prepared to contact Fan Ji.

When Bian Heng wanted to contact Fan Ji, he only had to put a piece of paper with the meeting time and place in the gap in the southeast corner of the training ground, and then wait for Fan Ji to come to him.

But this time, Bian Heng's note was left there for a day, and Fan Ji did not come to the agreed place to find him.

Bian Heng guessed that something big might happen, so he went to the southeast corner of the training ground and found that his note had not been taken away.

When he took out the note and unfolded it, he found black and red handwriting on it. It was probably written in Fan Ji's own blood in a panic.

There are only two simple words on it: exposed.

The strokes of these two characters are stuck together, and it is obvious that they were written in a hurry. The pen movement was so nervous and too quick that it took Bian Heng a long time to figure it out.

Exposed? What exposed? Was Fan Ji exposed?

Because Fan Ji was exposed, he used this method to remind himself?

Bian Heng quickly rejected this idea. If Fan Ji was exposed, he should have been locked up by Huai Su long ago. How could he have time to send him a message?

What was exposed?

Could it be that the escape plan has been exposed?

Bian Heng returned to the dormitory in a panic. Now that Huo Zixiao and Wu Yang were not there, he had no one to discuss things with, so he had to be calmer than usual.

If the escape plan was really exposed, what was the reason for it?

Bian Heng carefully recalled his experiences of the past few days.

They haven't done anything out of line these days. Instead, they have been very well behaved as the competition is approaching.

Could it be that something went wrong with Rao Chengxi?

Bian Heng thought for a long time and decided to send a message to Rao Chengxi.

The communicator that Rao Chengxi and the others had used had always been with Huo Zixiao, but now that Huo Zixiao was not there, Bian Heng took the communicator and hid it under his bedding.

Bian Heng reached under his quilt and felt around but found nothing.

Bian Heng was startled and his hands moved more vigorously.

The movement was so big that the pillow on the quilt rolled twice, and a small screen fell down and landed quietly on Bian Heng's bed.

Bian Heng's face turned pale. He remembered that he should have placed the communicator under the quilt, so how did it suddenly end up under the pillow?

His heart began beating uncontrollably. Bian Heng suppressed his panic and reached out to take the communicator.

The screen is on and the communicator is not turned off.

A bug saw...

Bian Heng's mind went blank and he was unable to think anymore.

……

In the confinement room, Wu Yang awkwardly controlled his mental power, trying to use it to pull the rope that bound him, but his mental power was so huge that he had no way of pulling the rope precisely to untie it.

After trying and failing many times, Wu Yang withdrew his mental power in frustration.

Judging from the time, it should be midnight now. Normally at this time, Wu Yang should have gone to bed early.

After all, when he was a human, Wu Yang's habit was to go to bed early and get up early. After becoming a Zerg, Wu Yang often felt inferior because he was not tall enough, so he paid more attention to the quality of sleep.

Children who go to bed early grow taller. Although I don't know if it's true for insects, as the saying goes, it's better to believe it than not to believe it. After arriving in the insect tribe, Wu Yang still inherited his previous habit of getting up early and going to bed early.

If it were any other time, Wu Yang would have been sleepy a long time ago.

But today Wu Yang was tied up, and because he couldn't use his mental power smoothly, he had to hold his breath, which resulted in him not feeling sleepy at all.

Wu Yang leaned his body weight on the rack so that he could have a little rest.

How can we improve the accuracy of our mental power?

Wu Yang asked himself this question in his heart, and just as he asked it, he suddenly remembered the thread of mental power that Huai Su displayed during the competition.

Now Wu Yang controls his mental power just like controlling a balloon filled with water. This balloon is not only heavy, but also has many shapes. If he uses a little force, it will change its shape, making it difficult for Wu Yang to control it.

But if Wu Yang could condense his mental power into silk threads, like Huai Su, would he be able to control his mental power more accurately?

Just do it.

Wu Yang began to try to condense his mental power into threads.

At the beginning, Wu Yang could only change his mental power from a larger balloon to a smaller balloon.

Later, Wu Yang gradually mastered the trick. Although he could not directly condense his mental power into threads, he could turn the balloon filled with water into a hard round ball.

In other words, after the practice just now, Wu Yang's control over mental power has become more precise, and he can now condense the density of mental power and use it.

With this breakthrough, Wu Yang tried again to turn the "round ball" into a "long strip".

This is not difficult. Wu Yang succeeded after trying a few times.

Wu Yang's ultimate goal is to simulate his mental power into a knife, so that he doesn't have to worry about how to untie the rope, he can just use the "knife" to cut it.

Finally, after a night of struggle, Wu Yang thinned the edge of his mental power when the sky was getting light.

Then start rubbing the rope with the thin, non-sharp edge, hoping to wear it loose.

……

Xu An came to see Wu Yang after breakfast. At that time, Wu Yang had just worn the last section of the rope down to only a thin thread. He applied a little force with his wrist and the rope broke.

After Xu An entered the door, he happened to see the rope dropped on the ground.

"Yo, didn't sleep all night?"

Wu Yang rolled his eyes at him, "I can't sleep when I'm tied up."

Xu An picked up the rope on the ground, looked at it carefully, and commented: "I didn't expect you to think of using mental power to cut the rope."

Xu An sighed, "I knew it was impossible to get you to do things honestly."

"Don't give me that." Wu Yang rubbed his sore wrist, "You didn't say I can't cut it. I can't even count the knots in your rope. If I really listen to you and untie them one by one, I'm afraid I'll be hanged here."

Xu An chuckled, "Alright, I said I'll let you out once the ropes are untied."

"I mean what I say, you can leave now."

In fact, Wu Yang still had some questions he wanted to ask Xu An, but Xu An was being monitored all the time, so it was not convenient for him to speak.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. It’s better not to do unnecessary things.

"By the way, after what happened before, I guess you can no longer hide your identity as my heir insect. Be careful." Xu An gave Wu Yang some reminders.

Wu Yang nodded. He was not afraid of danger.

The most urgent thing is to go out and see if anything has happened outside.

The most important thing is to stabilize the situation.