Kashasha met Belmode.
Extremely beautiful face, silver hair. And a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth... Belmod looked at him with a strange expression. Then the silver-haired woman looked at the gentleman:
"BOSS, then Kashasha will be left to me?"
The gentleman nodded, and to Kashasha's surprise, he actually controlled the wheelchair and left the room.
Leaving him with this strange woman he had only met once.
Kashasha looked back at the gentleman and realized that something was wrong with his mentality. In less than two days, he had become dependent on his cheap guardian to a certain extent...
Is it possible to be manipulated?
Kashasha calmly thought about this problem, or the imprinting effect... After all, he had been in contact with that gentleman since he woke up.
But that gentleman did not limit his contact with others.
Then the gray-haired young man looked at Belmode with the same calm attitude...
It seemed like they should know each other, but Kashasha couldn't search out any information related to Belmod from his mind. Maybe it was in the review, but he hadn't had time to check it yet.
"Hello." Kashasha said politely.
"I didn't expect to meet you in this way, dear Kashasha." Belmode smiled brightly, "During your training, I will be responsible for the teaching of disguise and disguise."
teaching? Kashasha raised an eyebrow.
The remaining makeup skills in his memory made him feel that he was quite proficient in this area. So what can Belmode teach him?
"How far can you go, Miss Bellmode?"
This question made the Thousand-Faced Witch in the organization laugh. She gently used her hand to reveal the face she was currently using:
The thin human skin mask slipped off, and what was revealed next was Kashasha's face!
"It's better than you anyway." Belmode said lazily.
She used a Kashasha accent, rising slightly, showing an indescribable badness in her laziness.
Kashasha frowned slightly, recalling his previous experience of being tricked, and inexplicably felt that his personality before losing his memory might have been like this.
The human skin mask was nothing. What really surprised Kashaxia was the color of Belmod's eyes that changed in an instant when the human skin mask was revealed.
Then Belmode seemed to feel that the expression of the gray-haired young man was not shocking enough, so he changed another face: this time it was a man with a gentle face, stubble, and upturned eyes like a cat, with foggy blue eyes. .
Kashasha had never seen this face before. But he could see the difference between the face shape of this cat-eyed man and his own. In other words, Belmode changed his face shape while changing his face.
"It's amazing." Kashasha tilted his head and clapped.
To be honest, this action had a hint of wanting to be beaten, and it made Belmod feel like he was being visited. The problem was that the gray-haired young man's expression was quite sincere.
Before she could think clearly about how to reply, Kashasha began to point fingers again.
"That is to say, what you show is not your true face... It is not difficult to change your voice. Human skin masks can use technology. What is really difficult is the adaptability of the facial features and face shape. In other words, your true face shape should be smaller Small, no features that are difficult to hide such as a square face.”
Kashaxia talked with great interest,
"Similarly, perfect disguise also requires relatively plain facial features, otherwise it will be difficult to change things like big eyes, high nose bridge, etc. So this kind of disguise is quite dependent on appearance... so I may not be able to learn it particularly well, Bell Miss Mode. And—"
"Okay, stop talking."
Belmod laughed so hard that she gritted her teeth and interrupted Kashasha.
For the Witch with a Thousand Faces, words like "no features that are hard to conceal" and "features are relatively plain" can be summed up in one word:
"ugly".
Moreover, Kashasha added fuel to the fire by saying, "So I may not be able to learn particularly well." Continue to translate, that is, I am probably better-looking than you.
What does he, a guy who has never started, know? So it is the most annoying thing to say that such a dabbler who only knows a little bit... Or was Kashasha thinking the same way before losing his memory, but he just didn't say it out loud?
Belmode became angrier as he thought about it.
But Kashasha didn't seem to sense her emotions, and continued to ask, her big eyes full of curiosity:
"What's wrong? Did I analyze it wrong?"
"Stand still."
The silver-haired woman smiled.
"Um?"
Kashasha was slightly confused, but he still obeyed the order. As a result, the world was spinning in the next second, and when he regained consciousness, he fell to the ground hard, landing on his back, as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.
Belmode gave him a shoulder slam.
"Hiss... why did you suddenly do it..."
Kashasha covered the back of his head where he had been knocked and struggled to sit up from the ground. Due to the pain, physiological tears filled the corners of the gray-haired young man's eyes.
Belmod looked on with an indifferent expression, and she even wanted to add a few more kicks.
"If I don't plan to teach, BOSS can't force me to order it, so show some respect to your teacher."
…………
Teaching this thing makes me angry, Belmode thought.
She began to miss the Kashasha before amnesia. Although he was a neurotic scumbag with a hidden smile, he was sweet-mouthed and good at coaxing people. Although he was sometimes incompetent, he still understood basic politeness.
As for this one after the rebuild... the emotional intelligence has probably been washed away.
Moreover, he could be knocked down with just one throw over his shoulder, so Belmod didn't feel much sense of accomplishment even when he was trying to clean it up. What's even more depressing is that Kashasha didn't mean to hurt her, but probably really meant it.
Mom, I have lived for so long and my appearance has never been denied by anyone...
Thinking of this, the Thousand Faced Witch reflexively lit up a lady's cigarette. Then she immediately realized that the gentleman was next to her and put out the cigarette again...
I don’t know how BOSS’s health is now. He might even have trouble breathing... It’s hard for Belmode not to let his thoughts be malicious.
"What do you think of Kashasha now?" the gentleman asked.
Belmode hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth:
"No, apart from being in the same vein in terms of beatings, there is nothing else that compares to Kashasha before his amnesia. Moreover, he has no special reaction to my real face or Scotland's face."
In fact, it is not inferior. After amnesia, the gray-haired young man's abilities and muscle memory are still there, mainly his personality and reactions...
Now Kashasha doesn't have his usual signature smile, which looks a little scary, but when tested, his emotions are revealed like a sieve. And he didn't seem to have any intention of hiding his emotions.
"First Evolution"
Moreover, Belmod could feel that Kashasha subconsciously trusted her, which was why she could easily succeed in the over-the-shoulder throw. Trust... It's magical that the word trust can be associated with Kashasha.
Kashasha's basic character is gentle on the surface, but actually alienated from everything.
"No response?" The gentleman pondered for a few seconds, "You did a good job, Belmode. Kashasha is still recovering, so you can just get along with him as usual."
"Yes, BOSS." Bermod replied, holding his forehead in his heart.
Get along as usual...
Does it mean that they are polite and clingy on the surface, scheming and scheming behind each other's back, and occasionally help each other out in a friendly way when things go wrong, but most of the time, you trick me and I trick you back?
