章節 1385: What Is Your Brain Made Of?

"This guy is simply the devil…"

Jin Ling University library.

The door slammed open as Shinichi Mochizuki walked out of the room with a stack of papers. His eyes were bloodshot as he muttered to himself like a crazy person.

"No… He's hell itself."

It had been a week since Schultz said he wanted to "try it out".

Perelman did not participate, but he and Schultz confidently entered the room next to Lu Zhou. The door was closed for several days.

Before the retreat began, the three people made an agreement. They would stick to it if they could. But as long as they hadn't given up, they had to follow Lu Zhou's instructions.

In the beginning, Shinichi Mochizuki didn't take it too seriously. He didn't even think about the situation that he would be unable to withstand the workload. After all, in his opinion, anything that could be overcome with perseverance was not a big problem.

However, he soon realized how naive he was…