Its been a little over a week since Chonglin started training on his psychic powers. He kept his head low, trying his hardest to focus on just one person's thoughts and turning off everyone else's. It was a hard task, especially because he's never done it before. He sighed and fell back on the ground, his arms spread out.
"This is so frustrating!" Chonglin cried out. "I'm so exhausted!"
"You didn't do anything," Xiumin said, rolling his eyes. "You just sat there and talked about words that sounded weird to you."
"But I needed a break!" Chonglin said with a pout. "I had to."
"Chonglin, you need to focus," Mingming said, but froze when he heard something. "Back in position. Now."
