Although the addition of these new teachers has caused some ripples in the school, these ripples have not yet officially affected Cellululu.
Now is the third class in the morning - Teacher Wang's math class. Within 45 minutes, Cellululu was forced to stand up and answer questions by Teacher Wang three times in a row, and went to the blackboard twice to do questions. This is usually a good student or a poor student. Some benefits.
Of course, Mosquito Lantern's memories of middle school told her that she was indeed a poor student in mathematics. However, in the memories of the past two thousand years, which were not known to be true or false, she also had hundreds of years of class experience, although each had its own subtleties. There were differences, but in the subject of mathematics, the things she learned were basically the same. In some memories, she even learned something more profound. Although her grades were not outstanding, she was at least at a mid-range level.
Cellululu knew she could answer the questions given by Teacher Wang. However, the answers she spoke and the steps she wrote were all wrong, and most of the answers were wrong.
It was as if she was drunk or in a dream, the words she blurted could not pass through her mind, and her hands seemed to be away from her consciousness.
This was the same situation she encountered when she was doing the questions in the dormitory, but she had no idea what the cause was at the time. Now that she has recovered all her memories, Cellululu still feels that this situation should not happen logically.
This is not something that can be explained by paranoia, and paranoia shouldn't produce paradoxes, right? Can you both do a math problem and not be able to do it? Is it Schrödinger's cat? Both dead and alive?
If it's not paranoia, does she have multiple personality disorder? Different personalities do know different things, and skills cannot be overdone.
Looking through past memories, Cellululu also easily found evidence of her split personality. Most of the time, she was a gentle, happy-go-lucky ordinary girl, but occasionally a dark personality would appear that wanted to destroy everything. Moreover, she had to Other types of mental illness, which further proves the correctness of her idea.
So, the current situation is that in this delusion of Mosquito Middle School, she has created the personality of a female student who is extremely poor in mathematics, good at painting, and has a weak personality?
At this time, the classmates around her snickered from time to time and glanced at her with mocking eyes. On the stage, Teacher Wang's expressionless and moderate criticism fell into her ears, but she could only feel indifferent. A sense of remoteness and irrelevant things.
Under normal circumstances, this would be something that would make a female student feel ashamed, embarrassed and sad.
So, I don’t know what happened. The female student’s personality escaped and was replaced by her, an emotionally deficient personality that remembers everything about all personalities, but because she is not an actual participant, she cannot feel the feelings of other personalities?
Her emotionally deficient personality has appeared a few times. Cellululu thought of those autosuggestive memories. Is this the key to personality replacement?
So what should she do now? Waiting for another personality to come online to replace her? Dark personality and schoolgirl personality don't seem to be good choices. As for the gentle personality, it's good. This personality is also the main personality, right? Maybe she could find a mirror and summon a wave at night?
Although the current state of being unable to feel anything is not harmful to her, thinking rationally, Celluloid also feels that this is inappropriate.
During lunch break, Cellulu went to the cafeteria to finish her meal, then returned to the classroom and took out her drawing board and pens. Following the daily routine in her memory, she went to the art preparation room on the fourth floor, where she practiced painting every day. , it is also a secret corner where her mind relaxes.
Although Cellululu now only has a purely conceptual understanding of the last point, she does not want to break the habit in her memory.
Pushing the door open, there was someone inside, a man and a woman talking.
The window is open, and outside the window, long silky wickers are filled with greenery. Inside, a tall, noble and handsome man lowers his head and says something with a gentle smile. He is wearing a high-end camel sweater that is rare in this era. It made him even more gentlemanly and elegant. Behind him, the sunlight fell on him from the white curtains flying in the wind, giving him a hazy soft light, a sense of tranquility as time passed and this life was peaceful. It was as if time had stopped, leaving only the heartbeat and beauty of seeing this moment for the first time.
Cellululu suddenly came back to her senses. What was going on with the series of inexplicable thoughts and pictures just now? The highlight effect on the characters and background is too fake and unreal, right? Moreover, what is going on with that emotional monologue that sounds like a poem recitation? Is the girl pregnant?
Cellululu looked back at the scene in front of her again, and all the strange effects and emotions had disappeared. The two people in front of her were also people she was quite familiar with.
The woman is Teacher Lin, who teaches art. In Cellululu’s memory, she is also the first teacher who taught her painting. It was precisely because of Teacher Lin’s appreciation and approval that Cellululu was able to use this art room during her lunch break. Prep room.
The man is no stranger to him either. Pariston, the new art teacher whom I met just this morning, is also the vice president of the Hunter Association in other memories. He also had many interactions with him in Dead Man's Gully and Hanging Ridge. .
For this person, Celluloid picked up the past attitude of the gentle personality in the memories, and felt that this should be a source of stimulation, specially set up to contradict his ideal PK and create difficulties. After all, if the story is to be promoted, there must be all kinds of troubles. Isn't it?
Therefore, Pariston's actions also have a sense of both good and evil. Most of the time, he is fanning the flames and causing trouble. Occasionally, he helps a little. He claims to like her, but in fact he is more interested in poaching. Trick her.
This is a newly emerged nail-biter. It is still unclear whether he will develop into a long-term nail-biter in paranoia. However, Cellululu feels that his character set-up is very problematic, but think about those ideal types of behavior. With all kinds of glorious deeds, it is normal for such a pervert to appear, otherwise there would be no way to fight against it.
As for those strange feelings about Pariston just now, are they the feelings of the female student personality? Although this was like someone reading a poem in her mind, it didn't touch her in any way.
Cellululu walked into the preparation room, a decent smile appeared on her face, and greeted the two teachers.
"Hello, Teacher Lin, hello, Teacher Pariston."
Well, although she can't feel anything, Celluloid knows how to mobilize her facial muscles to make a smile, but that's about it.
Pariston turned back and looked at Cellululu at this time. He felt a sense of disobedience for a moment, but he still had a bright smile on his face and pretended to be puzzled by Teacher Lin.
"Who is this········"
Teacher Lin had a big belly, one hand on his waist, and the other hand holding his belly, and said with a smile on his face.
"Celulu, come here quickly, I was just about to talk to Teacher Pariston about you."
She turned to Pariston again and introduced.
"Mr. Pariston, this is one of my favorite students, Celluloid, who is very talented in painting. As you know, I am going to take maternity leave starting today. I will not be able to come back to class for at least a year. If Paris Teacher Tong is free, can you give me some advice? She is really talented, you will know after seeing her paintings..."
Teacher Lin sincerely promoted Pariston and asked her, "This is a good teacher, her mentor, and her warm haven. Without her, she might have fallen into an unbearable situation earlier. However, from now on After she took maternity leave, she never saw Teacher Lin again. After all, she was just a short beam of light in her life...
Cellululu suddenly came back to her senses. What had she been thinking about just now? But what exactly she was thinking about, Cellululu felt her mind went blank. After thinking about it to no avail, she simply stopped thinking about it.
Pariston said with a smile.
"Of course, no problem, Teacher Lin. If it is a good seedling, I will do my best to train her. I have some channels in the city and can recommend her to participate in various competitions. It will definitely broaden her painting skills and future development." ········”
Pariston blurted out these words naturally. After saying this, he felt that the answer seemed a little too suitable for the scene. He felt an indescribable strange feeling for a moment and was slightly silent for a moment.
After Teacher Lin thanked Pariston, explained and encouraged Cellululu a few words, he packed up and left.
When there were only two people left, Pariston lowered his head and looked at Cellululu. She was still smiling. Judging from the appearance, this was indeed Cellululu and Xiaoya.
But after taking a few more glances, Pariston felt that the person in front of him was neither Cellululu nor Xiaoya.
Cellululu often smiles, a gentle smile full of affinity. Polite and polite, it will never make people feel bad. However, after being exposed to it for a long time, you can see that underneath the smile, you can tell that the smile is repellent from the bottom of your heart. Out of indifference and alienation.
Xiaoya, on the other hand, is expressionless. Without expression, she has no emotion. She lacks the vitality of a living person, like a cold ghost who cannot understand the emotions of a living person.
But what about the celluloid in front of me? She did show a gentle smile, but it made Pariston unconsciously think of Yamato's Nohmen, as if the smile was just a poorly put mask on her face, but she didn't know what it was underneath.
The current celluloid still feels like a ghost to Pariston, but he has become a ghost who clearly does not understand the feelings of living people but pretends to understand. It is false, but makes people feel more terrifying and psychologically uncomfortable.
Pariston couldn't help but confirm aloud.
"Little Miss Celluloid, have you recovered your memory? Do you know who I am?"
Ask her if she has regained her memory? how? Is this meant to be a drama, or is it prepared to be mixed into a hodgepodge of various delusional settings?
Cellululu analyzed in her mind, mobilized the muscles on her face, and put on a slightly familiar smile that she remembered.
"Of course my memory has been restored. Do you want me to call you Mr. Hill, the vice president of the Hunter Association, or your current identity, Teacher Pariston?"
Pariston was unsure for a moment. He remembered that he was the vice president of the Hunters Association. Has his memory been restored? But why does it feel so inconsistent?
After all, Pariston didn't know much about celluloid, so even though he was full of doubts, he didn't know where to start. For a moment, he could only smile.
"The title doesn't matter, little Miss Celluloid can call her whatever she wants."
As for asking Cellululu what she thought about this place and this game after her memory was restored, Pariston didn't think he could get any answers. Although she talked about it a lot when she was a little girl, he didn't think about it when she lost her memory. How can I believe it? Now I only believe in my own judgment.
However, when Cellulu was a Xiaoya, it was still very powerful to pass each level, so Pariston asked.
"By the way, does Little Miss Celluloid have any thoughts on this scene? Where do you think the key to passing the level will be?"
Celluloid made a thinking expression and smiled.
"It's not clear at the moment, but I think it might be better to just let nature take its course. I'd better call you Teacher Pariston first. Then, if everything is alright, Teacher Pariston, I'll start painting first."
Cellululu nodded, walked aside, clamped the drawing paper, took a pen and started sketching.
Paris looked at the celluloid, scribbling there with a serious look, and felt as if he had punched the air. He was very serious about asking the cellululu's opinion, but... But she acted as if she was cooperating with him in a play. Even when she was sitting there painting, she looked like she was performing. It was still an extremely poor performance.
This hypocritical and exaggerated performance on celluloid really made Pariston feel like he had eaten a dead fly. I wonder if his previous opponents had the same feeling when facing him? But, he did it on purpose at the time, but now the girl does it on purpose too?
Pariston was confused and could only ask again with a smile.
"It feels like after Miss Celluloid regained her memory, she always felt that something was different?"
"You're kidding, I'm still me." The girl said with a fake surprised and innocent smile.
At this point, he was completely silent. Pariston stopped talking. He just held a picture album and pretended to flip through it. He looked at the celluloid deeply and tried to think of a reason. The current celluloid is no longer. It's no longer a question of attracting him, but it's a matter of making people feel unspeakably uncomfortable psychologically.
What does this feel like? Pariston paused while flipping through the album, and suddenly thought of a term - the uncanny valley effect. Yes, the girl in front of him gave people this weird, bizarre and bizarre feeling, like a human but not human.
The memory was restored, but such a strange problem occurred. Is this the influence of Elena's residual memory or other reasons? Pariston looked at Celluloid thoughtfully, and suddenly became curious about how Jin and the others would react to Cellululu, who had all the memories of Celluloid.
Celluloid was drawing stroke by stroke, turning a blind eye to Pariston's probing gaze next to her. She felt that her reaction just now was exactly the same as her gentle personality, so she should not be exposed. Of course, even if she was exposed, she didn't care.
Ten minutes before the end of the lunch break, Celluloid put away her brushes, stood up, and politely said goodbye to Pariston.
After she left, Pariston walked to where Celluloid was sitting just now and looked at the painting above. On the painting was a gloomy and mottled black high wall. Small green grass grew in the corner, but was blocked by the high wall. The huge shadow cast blocks all the light, making it look lifeless, yellow and dim. This is an extremely depressing composition.
Pariston watched for a while and was about to leave, but suddenly he turned back, picked up the pen, and opened a window on the high wall. When the window opened, he added a few more strokes, and a beam of sunlight followed. Entering the scene, it happened to be projected on the withered grass. Pariston erased a few lines of the grass, and then randomly sketched a few strokes, and changed it into a look where the grass seemed to be rejuvenated from a state of near death.
After finishing the correction, Pariston looked at his hands with an inexplicable expression, then looked at the painting, turned thoughtfully and left the art preparation room.
Before Cellululu returned to Class 25 in her classroom, she saw a short man leaning against the wall impatiently with his arms folded. His face was cold, and his whole body seemed to be exuding a whoosh of cold air and murderous aura, making everyone who passed by him tremble. Automatically walk around him.
It's Feitan, Cellululu thought, and saw him turn his head and see her, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the next moment, a gust of wind passed by, and he appeared in front of her as if teleporting, she asked anxiously.
"Where have you been? I can't find you anywhere, so I can only sit back and wait in front of your class. Come with me, the group leader and others are also waiting for you."
He said, grabbed Cellululu's hand, and rushed downstairs.
Cellululu didn't resist and let him pull her, while asking.
"Feitan...Teacher, what do you want from me?"
Feitan's foot slipped and he almost fell. He turned around and asked in disbelief.
"What the hell, Cellululu, you actually called me teacher? Has your memory recovered? The leader said that you are in a weird state. I still don't believe it. Have you really not recovered your memory?"
When he said the last sentence, Feitan became really nervous. He stopped, grabbed Cellululu's shoulders and asked.
"No, I've recovered my memory. If you don't like me calling you teacher, then Feitan."
Cellululu's eyes were clear and calm, and she replied calmly with an accommodating tone.
Feitan immediately felt that something was wrong. Facing Cellululu's calm and calm face, it always felt like a punch on cotton, with nowhere to put any force. He hadn't felt this way for a long time - this A particularly false feeling.
Feitan held it in for a long time before he said anything.
"You and I will go see the group leader first."
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It’s hard to grasp Cellululu’s current state. In addition, she also has other negative states, and she has to write out this difference. As a result, I feel particularly uncomfortable writing it. There are not many words today, so I will struggle with it. How to describe it.
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