Asian Girl Completion Manual

Chapter 748 48. Common sense

"Ding ding ding~"

In front of the desk, the eyelashes in front of Fisher's eyes trembled slightly while he was dozing. His mind was awakened by the ringing of the bell in the teaching building. He rubbed his eyebrows, stood up from the backrest he was leaning on, and rubbed his hands with some discomfort. Rubbing his eyebrows.

For some reason, he was extremely tired after his lunch break, as if all the energy he had recovered from last night's sleep had been exhausted in half a day. Without paying attention, he closed his eyes heavily, closing the world like a coffin. The light is covered and returns to chaos.

Looking at the clean food box on the desk in front of him, Fisher couldn't help but wonder if the guy from Heller had given sleeping pills to the meal.

But thinking about it carefully, it was not the case, because at this moment, the memory fragments in his mind came into his mind piecemeal, allowing him to recall more memories about "Teacher Fisher".

He can even vaguely remember how he came to this country through a different world transportation called "airplane", and how he passed the interview of this school to become a teacher.

But the problem is that these memories are not Fisher's in the first place, and he has never experienced anything like this.

It's like copying and pasting a memory to the target folder, but the file name of the memory has not been modified, so it seems particularly awkward.

He realizes that this is the world, that is, the further erosion of himself by pollution.

Could it be because of what he said to Jasmine at noon?

Because Heller wanted to break Jasmine's dream and release her other incarnation hidden in the dream to separate the nature of Fisher's body, Fisher decided to play it safe first and not act contrary to his identity in the dream.

What Fisher said to Jasmine on the rooftop was obviously in line with her wishes. As a result, the intensity of the dream further increased, causing more memories that fit the identity of "Teacher Fisher" to appear in his mind.

So what if Fisher had taken the role of teacher more seriously?

I'm afraid it's not just that I will be trapped here forever. This dream is not an ordinary dream, but a pollution that will erode reality.

Thinking of this, Fisher silently closed the lunch box in front of him. In front of him, Heller's desk was once again empty, and he didn't know where she went.

Fisher then placed the lunch box on her desk.

"Ding ding ding~"

The end of get out of class bell remains the same, like the bell that opens the fence of a horse, returning those high school students who have been full of energy after a day of class to their freedom.

Fisher glanced at the clear orange sky outside, wondering if this sight meant that Jasmine was in a good mood at the moment. Just looking at the sky, Fisher always felt as if something about this dream had changed as he woke up.

"Dong dong dong"

There was a soft knock on the door, and after several rhythmic knocks, the person knocking on the door asked politely and softly,

"Hello, please look for Mr. Fisher"

It was Jasmine's voice.

".Please come in."

The next moment, the door opened, revealing Jasmine holding a schoolbag and looking a little shy.

In the corridor behind her, many students seemed to have extra activities, so they put on their tracksuits, brought musical instruments, paints and other things, talked and laughed, and headed in groups towards other directions of the teaching building. , only Jasmine picked up her schoolbag as she did in the morning.

She smiled and looked at Fisher, who looked normal in the office, but out of the corner of her eye, she inevitably glanced at Heller's position opposite Fisher's desk.

After seeing that the place was empty, she breathed a subtle sigh of relief, then raised the corners of her mouth, outlined a sweet smile, and said to Fisher,

"Teacher Fisher, let's go home."

"."

"Kakaka!"

The track of the tram is slightly curved, and the train carriage Fisher and Jasmine are riding on is also slightly curved along the track.

This was the conclusion that Fisher, standing in the middle of the carriage, came to after observing the carriage in front of him.

"Teacher Fisher, don't you really want to sit down for a while?"

The carriage was empty at the moment. It was only on the way to the station that Fisher learned from Jasmine that although the school theoretically ended classes before four o'clock in the afternoon, most of the students had joined some kind of club, so Will stay at school until about half past five.

Jasmine didn't join any clubs, so she left with Fisher at this point. It was not the rush hour, so there were no passengers on the carriage. Apart from the sound of the tram rubbing against the track, there was only Jasmine's voice. It seemed that she The sound is clear and nice.

"I've been sitting all day. Let's stand for a while."

"Then I will accompany Mr. Fisher, hehe."

Jasmine smiled slightly and wanted to imitate Fisher and grab the armrest above her head. However, she had some difficulty due to her height, but the vertical armrest was too far away, so she tentatively reached out and grabbed Fisher's clothes. Sleeves to maintain balance on top of a rocking vehicle.

"Kakaka"

The carriage swayed slightly, allowing the sunset to flow over her smiling face as if stained with water. Fisher's eyes trembled and he couldn't help but ask,

"Why doesn't Jasmine join the club with her classmates? I don't seem to see you having any close friends in the class."

"."

Jasmine opened her mouth, as if she didn't expect Fisher to ask this question suddenly, and she didn't prepare an answer, so she had to ask inwardly, but she didn't get a reply for a long time, so she remained silent.

It wasn't until a while later that she raised her head and looked at Fisher with a smile, and said with some embarrassment,

"How can I put it this way? It's not bad to get along with my classmates. However, I always feel that a person's merits in this life are limited, so..."

"Merit?"

"Yes. Probably, merit is the blessing that can be enjoyed in this life in exchange for practice and suffering in the previous life. It is probably limited. Look, Teacher Fisher, my parents love me so much, and Teacher Fisher... I I am not very smart and able to endure hardships in this life, and I must have been like this in my previous life, so I am a little worried that if I enjoy other better things, my merit will be exhausted, and I will lose what I already have."

When she said this, Jasmine's tone was cautious, and the sunset on the horizon also wavered shyly, looking particularly soft.

Merit?

Fisher glanced at Jasmine in front of him, and couldn't tell whether this was her idea constructed by the dream, or her and Asuka's idea.

Perhaps Karasawa Asuka's subconscious thought that it was because she had suffered so much that she accumulated merit for becoming Jasmine in this life, allowing her to have parents who loved her and the opportunity to catch Fisher.

That's why in the dream she still looked like Jasmine instead of Asuka Karasawa, because she didn't want to taste the bitterness again.

But even in such a dream where she was almost omnipotent, she still only asked for it cautiously, far from the level of "daydreaming" of doing whatever she wanted.

Just a normal family, just a normal school time, just a strong body, just a healthy mind

“So that’s how it is”

At this moment, looking at the bright sunset over the mountains outside the train, a trace of inspiration that was completely dominated by Jasmine in this dream suddenly poured into his mind.

Hellaire destroyed the dream in order to get rid of the suppression of her incarnation by the dream. So on the other hand, can Fisher also use Jasmine, the owner of the dream, to find or even destroy her incarnation?

This idea is not difficult to think of, but what is difficult is how to grasp the subtle sense of proportion, how to accurately capture the incarnation of Helaire before Jasmine's dream is shattered completely inconsistently.

Fisher touched his chin, looked at the seemingly conscious sunset outside the window, and couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

It was definitely right to start with Jasmine, and she could only rely on verbal guidance, which made Fisher a little difficult.

"Kakakaka."

"Get out of the car, Mr. Fisher"

The tram door opened, revealing the scenery outside. Jasmine looked at Fisher who was in a daze, and couldn't help but reach out and wave in front of him, then puffed up her cheeks and said,

"Dad must have prepared the meal. Let's go back quickly."

As she spoke, her face suddenly turned red again, and then she whispered,

"Also, my mother asked Teacher Fisher to help me with my homework tonight."

Fisher had roughly understood English. Although he couldn't say he understood everything, after reading Jasmine's test papers, Fisher felt that tutoring her would not be a problem.

Even in her dream, she still didn't understand the setting of grades. She really...

"no problem."

Fisher agreed and did not take this matter too seriously. Instead, he thought wholeheartedly about how to use words to guide Jasmine to manipulate dreams and catch the incarnation of Hellel.

They walked all the way from the station back to the temple where they woke up in the morning. Just as Jasmine said, when they came back Gelsemium had already prepared a meal, waiting for them to come back and enjoy it.

"Are you back? Come on, wash your hands and eat. Jasmine, go and ask your mother to eat!"

"Mother!"

The entrance door opened, revealing Scrophulariaceae holding a broom outside. She glanced at Fisher and Jasmine sitting on the table, put the broom away, rolled up her sleeves and sat down.

Jasmine took off her shoes at the door. Now sitting in front of the table, a pair of long legs wrapped in black socks swayed slightly under the table. She distributed the chopsticks and saw Scrophulariaceae holding a thick book. Put it on the table and asked Fisher,

"Teacher Fisher, look, does this book belong to you? I don't know when it was placed in the ancestral hall when I was cleaning the Buddhist hall today. It's all in foreign words. It shouldn't be Jasmine's."

While talking, Scrophulariaceae looked at Jasmine and added the next sentence,

"Because Jasmine's English is very poor, and privately she is definitely not the kind of child who can study English books."

"Mother!"

Fisher looked at the book on the table and opened his mouth, then quickly took the book in his hand and said,

"Yes, this book is mine"

He was visibly excited, and even his tone sped up a little. The reason was for no other reason than that this book was very familiar even if he looked at the cover.

This is that boy Emhart!

But when Fisher took the book and turned it over, the cover with eyes and mouth suddenly became ordinary, as if this was not an extremely precious and conscious teardrop sacred object in the original world, but just a This is an extremely ordinary book.

"."

Fisher opened his mouth, feeling a little melancholy. He blinked and opened the book, and saw that it was densely written in Nali language,

"Beimeng who kills a thousand swords. Bemon who kills a thousand swords. Bemon who kills a thousand swords. Bemon who kills a thousand swords. Bemon who kills a thousand swords."

"."

Reasonable.

Fisher closed the book with a black line on his face, then stuffed the medium-sized book into his arms with familiarity, and then said thank you to Scrophulariaceae,

"Thank you, Auntie Scrophulariaceae."

"Where. But speaking of this, after dinner, I asked Teacher Fisher to help me tutor Jasmine in English. It's true that she didn't work hard at all. She didn't even open the book when she came back."

"Okay, okay, the shrimp are here, let's eat quickly."

Fisher smiled helplessly, looking at Gelsemium's "serving" of food at every opportunity, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to this reliable man who had the same status in and out of dreams.

Jasmine just pouted, but on her face she just smiled with an embarrassed blush, just feeling happy.

Because a long time ago, she had never heard such words called reprimands but actually caring.

The dinner was finished quickly, and Gelsemium went to recite Buddhist scriptures, while Scrophulariaceae was responsible for washing the dishes and other aftermath.

While Jasmine went to change her home clothes, Fisher also carried her schoolbag back to the small room where he rested, which also contained the pajamas he wore when he woke up in the morning.

Fisher put down Emhardt, who had temporarily turned into a book in his arms, and placed it next to the bed. Then he took out the English textbook that he might use later, and then sat on the tatami. I thought about the issue I just considered.

Unfortunately, Jasmine did not give Fisher too much time. Not long after, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

"Teacher Fisher, here I come."

"Come in, Jasmine."

The sliding door opened, Fisher raised his eyes and saw Jasmine standing at the door, who had changed into a tight kimono. Her face was slightly red, and she had a plate of cut fruits and vegetables in her hand.

"This is the fruit my mother prepared for us. We said we can eat it during tutoring."

Jasmine raised her feet, threw the cotton shoes she was wearing outside the door, walked into the room with bare feet, and placed the plate of fruit on the table.

Her thoughts were temporarily interrupted, and Fisher could not think of any good way for her to consciously search for the incarnation of Heller. This kind of thing was somewhat beyond common sense in the dream constructed by Jasmine, and it was easy for her to let it go. Feeling inconsistent.

If you don't make the right decision, it may help Heller and completely collapse the entire dream.

In this case, just focus on the tutoring matter at hand first, and then think about it carefully when you have a rest at night.

Thinking of this, he temporarily decided to put aside the burden in his mind, opened the book on the table, and said softly,

"If you have any questions, you can ask me. If you're not sure, we'll start with the words."

"Start now?"

"right"

"All right."

Fisher nodded, and just as he was about to ask her about her doubts about English, he felt her arms around him suddenly wrap around him.

Fisher was stunned for a moment, turned his face, and saw her face getting closer and closer, until it completely covered his own face.

"Bo"

A long and excessive request made Fisher's mind go blank. He did not resist, but his mind was filled with doubts. After a pause, Fisher still held her face and moved it back little by little, watching Jasmine's eyes widen. With big watery eyes, after Fisher did this, he was even more confused than him.

As if asking: "What's wrong, Mr. Fisher?"

This reaction made Fisher slightly stunned, so he had to ask directly,

"Wait a minute, Jasmine, aren't we going to tutor you in English? If Auntie Scrophulariaceae hears it later,"

But after hearing Fisher's words, Jasmine's face became even more confused.

"But aren't we just learning English?"

"What?"

Fisher was confused, while Jasmine blinked, and then reached out to touch his forehead, looking even more confused.

"You don't have a fever either. Why did Teacher Fisher say so many weird things today?"

"Strange words?"

"Yes. Because this will help me learn English. If you have close contact with the people you like, the deeper you go, the easier it will be to learn with less effort. Isn't this [common sense]?"

"common sense?"

No, in which ghost world is this common sense? !

Fisher's mind went blank and he felt a little overloaded. But when he thought about it, he suddenly discovered another big blind spot.

He suddenly noticed that starting from this morning, neither the other teachers nor the other students had any doubts about him living in Moli's house and having an almost ambiguous relationship with her, as if this was a matter of course.

It was not normal for a student and teacher to seem to have no objections, and now, Fisher finally realized that something was even more wrong.

This world or dream is not reproduced completely according to normal logic!

At least that's true in some aspects, such as Fisher and Molly's relationship.

Moreover, Fisher felt that the [common sense] that close contact can make English proficient twice the result with half the effort should not exist in the morning, because in the morning, Jasmine’s contact with him was only a taste of it, and she was so shy, and she still seemed not used to it. The appearance of intimate contact.

And in the afternoon, this kind of thing suddenly becomes common sense?

Fisher soon realized that it might be the words he said to Jasmine at lunch that ruined things.

Could it be that what he said at that time touched Jasmine's heart and deepened her feelings in this dream.

In short, if Helaier's actions to destroy the dream made her feel unhappy and inconsistent, then what Fisher did at noon today made her too happy.

In this way, it will also cause the dream to change, and even this common sense will change, but it will be done in a way that she herself does not realize the change?

"."

Fisher, who seemed to have caught the blind spot at once, opened his mouth and froze in place, and Jasmine's cheeks became more and more bulging when she saw that he did not respond. Immediately, she frowned and pressed Fisher's chest.

At that moment, Fisher seemed to feel that a mountain was pressing down on him, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Bang!"

Of course, this is just a metaphor. In fact, he felt that the whole dream was preventing him from going against Jasmine's wishes, so that he could not hide or escape.

Jasmine said she wanted to eat, so she had to eat. She couldn't refuse, and she couldn't even say the refusal that made her feel uncomfortable.

"Today. Why does Teacher Fisher always say some strange things? Isn't this common sense?"

This seems to be natural and can never be refuted.

Feeling the tyranny of Jasmine's will throughout the dream, Fisher was motionless for a moment. He hesitated for a moment and said softly,

"That's right, Jasmine."

In an instant, the mountain-like weight disappeared, replaced by her body as soft as cotton candy.

She leaned gently on Fisher's body, and finally smiled after hearing Fisher's words. Then she climbed onto Fisher's neck again and said to Fisher very seriously,

"It's all my mother. She always asks me to take English tutoring so... So, I have to wrong Teacher Fisher. After all, this is common sense, right?"

"."

Fisher blinked innocently, really not knowing what to say.

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