Song Wennuan and the other judges also entered the testing room and sat down on some additional chairs. They waited in silence while several staff members were checking the blindfold to make sure that Fan Jialuo couldn't see anything.

This entire process was being faithfully recorded by the cameraman and would be broadcast in the future to establish the show's reputation of being credible and true.

After a while, a staff member reported, "Director, he really can't see anything. We've also tried the blindfold ourselves. The cloth fully covers his eyes, and even the gaps on both sides of the nose have been blocked by layers of cotton."

Hearing this confirmation, Song Wennuan then explained the specific contents of the test to Fan Jialuo and warned him, "Remember, you can't touch the volunteer subjects, you can't communicate with them, and you can only sense them through the air. Are you ready?"

"Go ahead." Fan Jialuo nodded quietly.

Song Wennuan said, "Our first volunteer subject, please stand up."

Jie Furui got up first and winked at the camera.

Today, not only was he wearing very thick make-up, but had also donned a very coquettish, tight-fitting leopard-print shirt. These points alone made his gender appear vague at first glance.

The rich perfume and sweet powdery smell on his body would definitely make people, who had their eyes closed think of him as a woman. And that was also one of the main reasons as to why he was chosen by the director.

Song Wennuan then prompted, "Fan Jialuo, you can start now."

Fan Jialuo placed one of his hands on his knee and stretched the other out into the air.

"This volunteer, please, stretch out your hand and spread out your fingers the same way I am doing," Fan Jialuo instructed slowly, unaware of the rare warmth lacing his tone of voice.

Song Rui glanced at the surrounding people and secretly smiled.

These people were ignorant, but still displayed clear-headed and tough appearances, somewhat similar to the 'him' of before. In Fan Jialuo's eyes, had he also once appeared while looking as stupid as this?

That's a shame.

Jie Furui's expression showed his disapproval at the thought of spreading his hand out towards empty air..

Suddenly, Fan Jialuo stood up and walked slowly towards the circular table. Step by step, he approached the three volunteers, his toes always pointed to Jie Furui, who was sitting on the innermost side.

Jie Furui was so surprised that he almost sat down.

Song Wennuan wanted to stop this sudden approach of Fan Jialuo's, but her cousin pressed down the microphone at that moment. He wouldn't allow her to interrupt him.

During the moment Song Wennuan and Song Rui spent glaring at each other, Fan Jialuo had already come to a stop in front of Jie Furui. Without any hesitation and even without adjusting the direction of his steps, he had directly found the target.

Jie Furui's eyes widened so much in shock that they appeared to be bigger than copper bells, and his breathing also became quite heavy. He was currently terrified. Then, like a fool, he stretched out his hand, with his fingers splayed open.

The assistant director kept waving at him and motioned him silently to step back, but he had nowhere he could go.

If he retreated backwards, he would have to step over onto the back of the sofa. The other two volunteers looked at him smilingly, but they didn't notice the hidden strangeness in this scene.

"Fan Jialuo, you can't touch our volunteers!" Song Wennuan finally snatched back the microphone and cried out a sharp warning.

The only response Fan Jialuo gave her was a gentle, ethereal yet extremely magnetic chuckle.

This sudden chuckle caused Jie Furui to blush uncontrollably. He pointed to his ears and mouthed silently: Damn it! My ears are getting pregnant!

But this grandiose performance of his was soon forced to a stop, because Fan Jialuo had raised his hand, spread his fingers, and was slowly, inch by inch, approaching his palms; but even so, their hands never touched.

This action was followed by the sudden emergence of an invisible film of air that covered Jie Furui's body, and then penetrated into his blood through every pore on his body.

As a feeling hard to describe in words, and Jie Furui couldn't even confirm whether or not it was truly real.

He only felt every hair on the surface his body quietly stand up, every inch of skin slowly tighten, and every nerve in his body slowly pull taut. It was all these changes that brought his heightens senses to the limit.

He began to recall his life, which was not very short, but also not very long either. All the various sad, painful and happy moments began to flash through his mind, just like an edited montage film playing out. And amidst it all, he had not the faintest of ideas as to why he would suddenly think of such things.

He began to panic. The sensation of having both his body and mind out of his own control at the same time was terrible! It was only at this moment that he realized just how powerful the being represented by the word 'psychic' was.

In front of Fan Jialuo, he was like a particle of dust, one that could only float and sink according to the gravitational force belonging to the vast ocean that the other party was. All he could do was follow the currents to where they lead him.

The so-called notion of resistance was simply nonexistent, and his previous contempt was just a facade for an even more ridiculous arrogance that should never have existed!

Jie Furui tried his best to move his hand away, in an attempt to get away from this frightful control somehow. However, he was even more shocked to find that no matter which direction his hand moved in, Fan Jialuo's hand would immediately follow, maintaining a constant distance of three inches.

He didn't violate the show's rules in any way, but only Jie Furui knew that this invisible control was more terrible than any actual physical contact.

From across these three inches of void, the hand that he held out was being firmly absorbed by Fan Jialuo's own.

Everyone continued to watch this scene. The young man, whose blindfolded eyes could see naught, was like a mirror image as he stood face to face with Jie Furui, palm against palm.

Song Wennuan repeatedly asked the technical producer to confirm that Fan Jialuo was not violating the rules.

It was impossible for him to be able to see anything. If he really could sense Jie Furui even with a visual handicap, then she would have to admit to the existence of his ability...

Jie Furui was still struggling in vain. He moved his hand up, then left, then right, and then down, and at the same time, Fan Jialuo's hand would also go up, then left, then right and then finally down.

The people around just kept staring at him, completely ignorant of just what kind of control and penetrating ability Jie Furui was experiencing during this time.

Finally, Fan Jialuo took back his palm, that was so white that it was nearly transparent, and began to slowly retreat. A staff member rushed to the front, ready to help him, but then found that the other person had already stepped backwards and seated himself back in his spot without stumbling even once.

Whether or not he could see his surroundings did not affect him in the slightest.

Song Wennuan's triumphant and contemptuous smile had completely solidified on her face, but at this exact moment, Song Rui stabbed at her heart with rather scathing words. "I already said that Fan Jialuo didn't cheat. We look at the world using our eyes, but he uses his consciousness. Do you understand what that means?"

"I don't understand." Song Wennuan shook her head, lost in a trance.

Song Rui chuckled and admonished, "You don't understand, that's true. If you did, you wouldn't be sitting here like a fool."

"Cousin, are you cursing me in a roundabout way?" Song Wennuan couldn't believe that she was seeing this cousin of hers, who she had always thought suffered from a lack of words, ridiculing her.

When did he learn to curse?

Wasn't he the best at being cold and indifferent, just like a dead person?

Song Rui raised his index finger to his mouth and gestured to her to keep silent, because Fan Jialuo had begun to speak.

"Male, 27 or 28 years old," Fan Jialuo said slowly, holding his fingers against his chin.

"Sharp energy fills your body and makes it hard for you to stay calm. Your interpersonal relationships are very poor. Surrounding you are far more enemies than friends.

"This sharpness of yours often pushes you into trouble, and then you find yourself either being betrayed or being criticized. You lead a very confused, and also very difficult, life. The people who used to be closest to you have left you, and you are still unable to let go of them."

In just a few short sentences, Fan Jialuo had accurately pointed out Jie Furui's past and present.

In that double betrayal that year, he had lost his job, his lover and his best friend. He had run away from Vanity Fair with almost nothing, but the wound this event had left in his heart festered to this day.

The three judges didn't know much about Jie Furui, so they turned their attention to Song Wennuan.

Song Wennuan stared blankly ahead for a long moment and then quickly covered her mouth, looking as if she wanted to scream before quickly remembering to restrain herself.

Jie Furui's eyes had reddened, and he suddenly woke up from his thoughts. This was nothing like a test at all, but a deep analysis of him!

He entire self was laid out transparent in front of Fan Jialuo. It frightened him and embarrassed him at the same time.

He didn't know what else the other person would say. He was afraid that this person would tear open his rotten wound for everyone to see.

Sure enough, Fan Jialuo continued to speak, "You can only use your sharper side to deal with everything outside. You like to tear up beautiful things for others to see. You know you can no longer obtain happiness because you completely lost all hope of attaining such a thing three years ago.

"You hate hypocrisy, hate ugliness, hate lies. In order to avoid these things, you refuse all intimate contact, and launch indiscriminate attacks, but by doing so, you yourself, also become more and more hateful. Slander and verbal abuse always follow you.

"There are a lot of people around you. They seem to adore you very much, but you are not sure whether they like the real you or the ugly appearance that you show when you fight with others.

"That's how you fall into a deeper spiral of self doubt. What you want to tear up in the end is actually yourself."

Jie Furui's mouth was dry, but he still opened it, desperately trying to interrupt these chilling words.

If Fan Jialuo had a scalpel in his hand, he believed that his heart and mind would have been completely dissected by this man by this moment.

"Don't say anymore, I quit. I never expected it to be anything like this!" His shout was the best affirmation for Fan Jialuo's ability.

All the judges showed expressions of shock-Fan Jialuo is right!

"You don't have to quit," Fan Jialuo's voice was as calm as it always was.

"It was never you who should have quit. No one knows that every time you face those betrayers with disdain and arrogance, you also secretly cry deep into the quiet night, curled up within a quilt.

"Or the times when you vigorously argue and win against all your opponents, you then soon leave the crowd to sit on the balcony alone, getting blown about by the desolate wind.

"You hate hypocrisy, so you live a sincere life; you hate ugliness, so you have a pair of eyes that can see true beauty; you hate lies, so you entrust your most sincere self to the people you care about the most.

"Yes, you really don't have many friends right now, but all the people you can call friends, they love you with all their heart.

"Your eyes always stay looking at the past, so you have never realised that three years later, a landscape full of flowers has long been blooming by your side. Your serious efforts and genuine authenticity have won you a whole new world. You rightfully deserve the admiration of these people.

"I can tell you for sure that, all this time and up to the present, what they have truly liked and continue to like is the real you, not your so-called ugly facade."

After a short pause, Fan Jialuo sighed softly and continued, "You, yourself, are a beautiful thing.

"You display to others your most beautiful side, but you bury your weakest self deeply; you point your spikes at the enemy, but expose your soft belly without any qualms to your friends; you treat the world sincerely, so it's only natural that the world also treats you kindly.

"If you try to open your eyes and take a look, you will find that happiness is already by your side."

Jie Furui steadily covered his mouth and stubbornly repressed all the frantic movements in his heart that were dying to burst out during the second half of Fan Jialuo's speech. But at that very last sigh, he finally shed two lines of tears, and then looked around, as if in a hurry to confirm -His friends, his happiness, are they really there?

Song Wennuan waved at him with red eyes, indicating that she had been there all the time.

The technical director raised his hand, pointed to a cameraman beside him, and silently shouted, "Look at him, look at him, he loves you!"

The cameraman being pointed at was a very tall man with stalwart facial features, sexy bronze skin and strong muscles that were tightly wrapped by his T-shirt.

His figure was very dazzling, and he was currently looking at Jie Furui with his cheeks flushed and wet eyes brimming with anticipation.

Jie Furui covered the scream that was about to burst out just in time, because this man was his junior in school, a person whom he had known for more than ten years!

He loves me? When did it start?

The three judges were full of surprise, because every word Fan Jialuo had spoken had been verified in reality, and there was no doubt that he had never met Jie Furui until now.

How did he get all this information?

How could he know about this secret love, that even the parties themselves were not aware of?

Could a psychic really achieve something of this level?

However, Fan Jialuo soon told them the answer to this question with his actions-Yes!

Everyone was silent, and there was no one who was able to utter even a single word.

Fan Jialuo chuckled as Jie Furui looked at the cameraman in disbelief. "Don't you want to go and hold his hand?"

Even with that thick cloth covering his eyes, he was still aware of everything happening at the scene. His eyes were blindfolded, but he could still see better than anyone else.

Jie Furui jolted upright, as if waking up from a dream.

He ran off the stage and took his junior's hand. He didn't have any time to think about his own feelings. He only heard the reminder from that person and couldn't help but subconsciously follow his words.

And after doing so, he did not feel any regret. There was a voice in his heart telling him-This time, your choice is definitely right!

The cameraman pulled his senior into his arms and was both excited but also restrained as he promised, "I will never let you cry in bed alone. I will always be there for you. I promise."

The two soon separated, but what followed was endless applause at the recording site.

This scene had unconsciously made everyone's heart soften, and had allowed them to suddenly realize that the world could be so beautiful.

Song Wennuan had cried so much that her eyeliner was running down her face in a messy way. She was the one who had personally pulled Jie Furui out from that quagmire of three years ago. Naturally, she also knew how much courage it had taken for him to embrace happiness again.

Had it not been for Fan Jialuo, and had it not been for this accidental test, he might have stayed shrunken into that heavy shell for the rest of his life, guarding his long-rotten and festering wound.

Song Wennuan clapped her hands, two lines of black tears tracing her cheeks. Song Rui looked at her as if looking at a fool.

Once Fan Jialuo entered a certain situation, he would automatically take control over that scene.

His cold voice echoed in the testing room, interrupting the people who were still immersed in the touching scene, as he asked, "Okay, who is the next volunteer subject?"

Song Wennuan's applause abruptly froze and her expression cracked. After a while, she put down her hands angrily, brushed the hair at her forehead, and pretended to request naturally, "Asking the next volunteer subject to stand up."

Ya Ya stood up from the sofa quickly, her eyes brighter than the spotlight.

She was not afraid of being dissected by Fan Jialuo's scalpel. She couldn't wait to have a heart-to-heart exchange with Fan Jialuo.

No one noticed that Yu Yuntian, who was sitting beside her, had started to constantly fiddle with his cufflinks throughout this period. This was a habit of his that popped out whenever he was trying to relieve his tension.

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Frozenmirage: Why am I crying over this chapter QAQ

Qiuxue: Aw, Jie Furui is just a toasted marshmallow~ Our Fan Jialuo playing matchmaker is cute!