Su Xiaosu listened carefully for a while upon hearing this.
"It doesn't look like it."
Hu Sandao's finger pointing at the "Time Tunnel" trembled imperceptibly.
Su Xiaosu seemed not to have noticed how her casual remark had delivered a critical hit to Hu Sandao's spirit; she earnestly said, "It looks like a target."
Hu Sandao felt like he was wasting his breath talking to a cow.
He realized then that getting a woman, whose brain was stuffed full of muscles, to imagine and think was such a difficult task.
But looking at it another way, this muscle-brained star person had an incredibly strong "defense" for the spirit.
Hu Sandao was helpless.
He couldn't think of any other analogy on the spot.
A target?
But how could a target hold up an example?
Hu Sandao decided to stick to his own way of explaining.
"Just treat it like a Time Tunnel for now," he said.
"Okay."
Although Su Xiaosu felt Hu Sandao's analogy was inappropriate, out of politeness, she was very cooperative.
