"Tap!"
Richard stopped searching for Eight-Ard Skeleton Anan, glanced at Pandora sitting in front of the door, raised his eyebrows, and stepped closer.
He approached, sat down next to Pandora at the door, and remained silent for a dozen seconds without speaking.
After a few seconds, Richard slightly turned his head, looked at Pandora, and asked softly, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing much." Pandora tried to lift her foot, pretending to fly, then placed it back on the ground, pouting as she replied, "Just suddenly feeling a bit bored."
"Bored? That’s easy to handle." Richard said, "I’m about to leave here and go to a distant place. Once we get there, it’ll be a whole new environnt. You can treat it as a trip—though that place might be sowhat barren, but barren landscapes have their own charm, don’t they?"
"Okay." Pandora nodded, responding sowhat lethargically.
Richard furrowed his brow, looked at Pandora, and asked sowhat worriedly, "Are you sick?"
"No." Pandora shook her head in denial, "I can’t get sick at all."
"Then what’s going on? Why do I feel like your condition is very different from usual, a big change." Richard said, opened his senses, carefully felt Pandora’s state, confird there was nothing abnormal, and couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
"This—" Pandora hesitated for a mont, explained, "Maybe I’ve been calculating numbers too much recently, feeling a bit dizzy, and don’t want to think about anything now or do any calculations."
"Alright." Richard couldn’t help but smile after hearing this explanation, saying, "You’ve just overexerted yourself with studying. While diligent study is comndable, it’s also important to balance work and rest. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, relax appropriately; it not only adjusts your mood but also boosts efficiency."
"Is that so." Pandora nodded skeptically.
"Give it a try, don’t be busy these days, and you can find sothing else to do casually." Richard said.
"Sure." Pandora agreed, a smile erging.
Seeing this, Richard gently tousled Pandora’s hair, stood up, and walked into the distance.
As soon as Richard left, Pandora’s smile disappeared, her expression returned to normal, and her elevated emotions subsided, even she didn’t know why.
Richard continued walking into the distance, pondering over Pandora’s situation: What’s this? Test syndro? Overstudying lead to feeling bad, low mood, and anxiety?
But there’s no exam now.
Considering Pandora’s rapid learning progress, self-motivated attitude, and high self-learning ability, he hadn’t given Pandora any special test assignnts for a long ti.
Besides, even if there were an exam, Pandora shouldn’t be under such pressure.
Thinking this, Richard walked dozens of ters, contemplating whether to conduct so psychological counseling for Pandora after communicating with Eight-Ard Skeleton Anan, suddenly thought of sothing, and, with a "snap", halted his steps abruptly.
His eyes slightly bulged, hairs on his skin stood up sharply, muscles involuntarily contracted as he felt a chill rise, a strong sense of danger enveloped him, shockingly realizing:
Test syndro? Test?
Narrowly defined test syndro refers to discomfort like fear, anxiety, mory loss, and ntal sluggishness, caused by poor psychological quality when facing an imminent test, hindering ability and potentially leading to failure.
Widely defined test syndro doesn’t specifically refer to tests, applying broadly to any stress events—any discomfort from known stress could fall into this category.
aning, with known stress, "test syndro" could arise.
What known stress does Pandora have?
To his knowledge, there’s currently no foreseeable stress.
What about unforeseeable stress?
Unforeseeable!
He couldn’t foresee, but Pandora might be able to foresee.
Because Pandora, like Tin Wood, belongs to the special immortal species as a high-level life, a Dragon. Due to talent and instinct, Pandora possesses prediction ability, which she has demonstrated multiple tis.
Not long ago, it was Pandora who, using her prediction ability, confird Eight-Ard Skeleton Anan’s "good person" status.
Pandora has a special perception for unforeseeable events, able to sense danger in advance or see so results ahead of ti. But due to Pandora’s young age, she cannot fully grasp this prediction ability, making its use relatively "crude."
Specifically: when predicting simple things, like answers to multiple-choice questions, she’s quite precise. However, when predicting complex matters, it’s relatively ambiguous, sotis even Pandora herself can’t confirm the prediction’s authenticity, leaving more of an indistinct feeling.
And feelings affect emotions.
If the predicted matters are complex enough, and the resulting feelings indistinct enough, the emotional changes will inevitably bewilder soone, like now.
Of course, Pandora might just be purely in a bad mood, but what if she really predicted so danger?
"Huff—gasp—"
Richard took a deep breath, eyes widening, swiftly turned, and walked back to Pandora’s side.
"Why..." Seeing Richard return, Pandora asked with so confusion.
"Don’t talk for a mont." Richard placed a hand on Pandora’s shoulder, looked into her eyes, and seriously asked, "Pandora, recall carefully, when did you start feeling bored? Why is it like this, did you subconsciously sense so impending events?"
"This—" Pandora furrowed her brow, showing an unsure look.
Richard furrowed his brow, asked from another angle, "Like this, clear your mind, think of only one thing: if you had no constraints now, what would you most want to do?"
"I—" Pandora lowered her head, thought seriously for a while, then looked up to answer, "Maybe I’d go for a walk."
"A walk? Where to?"
"Of course outside."
"Where outside?"
"Sowhere farther outside, preferably..." Pandora calmly said, then suddenly her body quivered, eyes widening. Her breathing inexplicably quickened, and her voice accelerated as if releasing hidden emotions, entering a dreamlike state, "Preferably leave, go as far away from here as possible, to an absolutely safe place for a walk."
"So, it’s very dangerous here now, right?"
"It’s not dangerous now, but I feel it will beco very dangerous soon."
"How soon?"
"I don’t know, but it should be a short ti." Pandora said while unable to resist clenching her fists, showing a very nervous look.
"What’s the wisest course of action?" Richard asked.
"Leave imdiately."
Pandora shouted loudly, almost using all her strength.
Just after shouting this, Pandora suddenly awakened from the dreamlike state, returned to her usual self, no longer low-spirited, only puzzled, blinking her eyes, looked at herself and asked, "Richard, what... what happened to ?"
"You..." Richard thought for a mont, seriously replied, "You... upon my guidance, might have completed a foresight prediction."
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