While the examinee was still bewildered, on the other hand, Zhang Mei Xing was feeling helpless within. If she was to be asked why she resorted to this tactic, blame the 'system'.
It flashed a screen to her which had a blank latter half urging her to project her thoughts into it to input exactly what she planned to do for the last part of the test. She had tried following the instruction and keyed in her basic plans. Yet almost everything was rejected for being 'mild' and the poison thing was already the lightest of all that had been considered passable.
What else could she do but follow that insane plan?
'Crazy? It's not me, alright?! I'm forced!' This was what she thought as she struggled to free herself from the murderous man. Red-faced not from embarrassment, but from the lack of air, she struggled.
If the other person kept on strangling her like this, she might consider going to the Static Word to escape.
