"Am I... being disliked?" Genya couldn't understand the thoughts behind Yagyu Sakura's words. Although he was always good at guessing the enemy's thoughts through the opponent's micro-expressions and micro-movements when fighting and the fluctuations in the tone of his voice when talking trash. , thus predicting the enemy's opportunities, discovering flaws and winning, but it is difficult to read the opponent's inner thoughts from the girl's words.
"I am quite capable of being rejected by two beautiful girls in one day." Yuanye said to himself with some comfort, "At least it means that I have failed as a human being."
"But this bet is quite interesting." Yuanye turned off the power, "I really don't know how she would do such a thing. Is it possible that Yagyu is some kind of hypnosis master? Let's ask her again at noon. "
Back in the classroom, Hoshino Shiori lay on the desk to catch up on her sleep as usual.
Yuanye did not disturb her, returned to his seat, closed his eyes and rested his mind to prepare for class.
Just after taking a break, the school bell rang. The dragon-shaped evil spirit once again slightly revealed itself because it had absorbed enough emotional impact. Yuanye was so frightened that he quickly canceled this skill.
——Why did the emotional impact suddenly increase?
——Is it because the class bell rang, so the students naturally became restless, causing mood swings?
——That’s not quite right. The class bell rings, and the students’ mood changes are reflected in them, causing a “wave”. This kind of change is extremely rapid in an underground theater where emotions are extremely high, but in a school like this It shouldn’t be so fast to plant land.
Yuan Ye reactivated the non-self, and the dragon-shaped evil ghost coiled out. After a while, the color became darker again, and the mental reaction also confirmed that the emotional impact was indeed increasing.
This was the reaction that Yuan Ye had expected. The emotional impact he received this time was the change in the students' emotions when the school bell came. The students' emotional changes were reflected in the sea of prototypes, causing "waves" to "wash" him.
"Stand up." The squad leader's shout interrupted Yuanye's thinking.
The teacher walked into the classroom with a decadent look on his face. When he stood up on the podium, seven or eight people stood up in the classroom. Most of the rest were sleeping on the table like Shiori Hoshino. Or they were fiddling with their personal terminals without any intention of standing up. There were many desks with no one around.
"Etiquette." The monitor himself spoke in a somewhat routine manner.
However, the classroom teacher was not surprised. He threw his briefcase on the podium casually, brought up the teaching system with a swipe of his finger, and started reading the ppt.
Yuanye adjusted the position of the dragon-shaped evil spirit and hid it beside him, next to the wall, so that even if it was completely revealed, no one would notice it for a while.
Fortunately, after Yuan Ye came back, the seats had been changed twice, and he was moved to the last one in the row by the window, thus avoiding this embarrassment.
Anyway, he doesn't really need to attend lectures now. He might as well sink into the non-self, carefully feel the changes, and record the data for analysis.
But after one class, the dragon-shaped evil ghost never changed, and it has been steadily absorbing this intense mental impact.
Until the bell rang again, the impact of the sea of prototypes on Yuanye's spirit instantly weakened, and the dragon-shaped evil ghost also lost its color and returned to his heart.
——The change is instantaneous, and there will be a second wave of changes later.
——The second wave should be the impact I expected from the fluctuations in the sea of prototypes caused by the changes in the crowd's thinking.
——How did the first wave of changes occur?
As the class progressed, Yuan Ye realized the changes in the non-self again and again with the help of the ringing of the get out of class bell.
In the end, Yuan Ye came to a conclusion that he himself didn't believe - it wasn't the changes that brought the impact, but the changes themselves.
The collective subconscious of this school itself wants to discipline people to become "good students."
——"What kind of person the 'world' thinks they should be will shape them into what kind of person they are. People themselves have no right to choose at all."
For some reason, Yuanye suddenly remembered what Yagyu Sakura had said before.
If it is said that the behavior of assimilation existing in the collective subconscious is not a "phenomenon" of its high-frequency activities but its "underlying law", it means that the behavior of assimilation cannot only exist in the second field of practice. The process has already begun, and the end can never be seen.
——In that case, I will eventually "die".
——Wait a minute, since assimilation has already begun, then...
——Am I already "dead" now?
The fear that Yuan Ye had always suppressed, the fear of losing himself, suddenly surged into his heart and filled his body.
--no no no.
——I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.
——I don’t want to, don’t want to... become "Yuan Ye".
Although it still cannot be seen by outsiders, the non-self has quickly solidified. This is because what he absorbs is not the impact from the outside world. On the contrary, what fills his body is Yuanye's own fear. .
The dragon-shaped evil spirit gradually tightened Yuan Ye's neck. The wriggling scales came into contact with the skin, cutting harshly. It became difficult to get air in. Yuan Ye's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and the green eyes in the dragon's eyes became more and more difficult. The fire will burn more and more vigorously.
"What's wrong, are you having a nightmare?"
The sound, accompanied by the scent of citrus, sounded in Yuanye's ears.
"I'm sweating a lot." Yagyu Sakura bent down and put the back of her cold hand on Genya's forehead. The wheat ear pendant hanging on the lady's watch gently rubbed the tip of his nose, tickling slightly.
The wind in early March was cool. It had not dropped the temperature to an unbearable level, but it was enough to blow the girl's hair, making it lengthen in the wind, revealing her white neck.
At this moment, Yuan Ye's heart beat faster than expected.
"But it doesn't seem like you have a fever." Yagyu Sakura withdrew her hand, and very naturally took out the handkerchief she lent him before from Genya's breast pocket, and wiped the sweat off the back of her hand, "You need me to accompany you to the hospital. Room?"
"Or do you want Hoshino-san to accompany you?"
"Why are you mentioning me here?" Hoshino Shiori's voice interrupted, obviously confused.
"Because Hoshino-san is the health committee member." Sakura Yagyu asked with a smile, "Or, Hoshino-san, you hate Minamoto-san, don't you want to take him to the infirmary?"
"No way..." Hoshino Shiori retorted somewhat eagerly, "Since I am the health committee member, I have this obligation."
Some noisy sounds came into Yuanye's mind, making him gradually wake up.
"Ah, I'm awake." Yagyu Sakura noticed Yuanye's movements, "Did you stay up late last night? You seem to be in a bad state."
