Hunter x Hunter: The Ubiquitous Dragon Life

The addition of these new teachers has caused some waves in the school, but at present, the ripples have not officially affected Celluloid.

Now is the third class in the morning-Mr. Wang's math class. Within 45 minutes, Ms. Wang asked Cellulu to stand up to answer questions three times in a row, and to do questions on the blackboard twice. This is generally a good student or a poor student. some treatment.

Of course, the memories of Mosquito Lamp Middle School told me that she was indeed a poor student in mathematics, but, in the past two thousand years of memory, in those memories that are not true or false, she also had hundreds of years of class experience, although each has its subtleties There are differences, but in the subject of mathematics, the things she learns are basically the same, and even in some memories, she has learned more profound things, and although her grades are not very good, she is at least in the middle level.

The questions given by Mr. Wang, Cellulu could answer consciously, but the answers she said and the steps she wrote were all wrong, and most of the answers were wrong.

She seemed to be drunk or in a dream, her blurted words could not pass her head, and her hands seemed to be away from consciousness.

This is the same as what happened in the dormitory when she was doing the quiz, but she didn't know the reason at all at the time. Now that she has recovered all her memories, Cellulu still feels that this situation should not happen logically.

This is not something that can be explained by paranoia, and paradox should not be caused by paranoia. Can you do a math problem and not do it? When is Schrödinger's cat? Both dead and alive?

If not paranoia, does she have multiple personality disorder? Different personalities do have different things, and they cannot over-skill.

Looking through her past memories, Celluloid easily found evidence of her split personality. Most of the time, she is an ordinary girl with a mild personality and easygoing personality, but occasionally there are dark personalities who want to destroy everything. Moreover, she has to She has experienced other types of mental illness, which further proves the correctness of her idea.

So, the current situation is that in this delusion of Mosquito Lamp Middle School, she has created a female student personality with extremely poor mathematics, good painting, and weak personality?

At this time, the surrounding classmates snickered from time to time and shot her with mocking eyes. On the stage, Teacher Wang's expressionless, neither serious nor serious criticism fell into her ears, but she could only give her a sense of indifference. And the sense of remoteness that has nothing to do with oneself.

Obviously under normal circumstances, this should be something that makes the 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 emotion-deficient personality that remembers everything about all personalities, but because she is not an actual participant, she can't feel the feelings of other personalities?

Has her emotionally deficient personality appeared a few times before? Cellulu thought of those self-suggested memories. Is this the key to personality replacement?

So what should she do now? Waiting for another character to come online to replace her? Neither the dark personality nor the female student personality seems to be a good choice. As for the mild personality, it is not bad. This personality is also the main personality, right? Maybe she can find a mirror to summon a wave at night?

The state where she can't feel anything now, although it doesn't hurt her, but, thinking rationally, Cellulu also thinks this is inappropriate.

During the lunch break, after she went to the cafeteria to eat, she went back to the classroom and took out her drawing board and pen. Following the daily routine in her memory, she went to the art preparation room on the fourth floor. This is where she practiced painting every day. , is also a hidden corner of her mind to relax.

Although Cellulu only had a purely conceptual understanding of the last point, she didn't want to break the habit in her memory.

Pushing the door and entering, there were people inside, a man and a woman were talking.

The window is open, outside the window, long silk wicker green is permeating, indoors, a tall, noble and handsome man bows his head and says something with a gentle smile, wearing a high-grade camel sweater that is rarely seen in this era. It made him more gentleman and elegant. Behind him, the sun was shining on him from the white curtains that were fluttering in the wind, which made him seem to have a hazy soft light, a sense of tranquility in time and tranquility in this life. It seems that time has stopped here, and only the heartbeat and beauty of this moment are left.

Cellulu suddenly returned to her senses, what happened to the series of inexplicable thoughts and pictures just now? The effect of highlighting the characters and background is too fake, too unreal, right? Moreover, what happened to that emotional monologue that seemed like a poem reciting? Is the girl pregnant?

Cellulu looked back at the picture in front of her again, and all the strange effects and emotions 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 Cellulu's memory, she is also the enlightenment teacher who taught her to draw. It is precisely because of Teacher Lin's appreciation and approval that Cellulu can use this art during her lunch break. Preparation room.

Man, it is no stranger. The new art teacher Paris Stone I met in the morning. In other memories, I also have the identity of the vice president of the Hunter Association. I also had a lot of dealings in the dead man's ditch and the hanging neck ridge. .

For this person, Cellulu recalled the past attitude of her mild personality, and felt that this should be a source of stimulation, specially set up to contradict her ideal PK and create difficulties. After all, if the story is to be promoted, there must be no shortage of troubles. isn't it?

Therefore, this Pariston's actions also have a sense of righteousness and evil. Most of the time, he is fanning the flames, making various troubles, and occasionally helping a little, shouting that he likes her, but he is actually more keen on digging pit her.

This is a new nail-biting household. At present, it is unclear whether it will develop into a long-term nail-biting household in paranoia, but Cellulu thinks that his character setting is very problematic, but think about those ideal types of people. And all kinds of glorious deeds, it is normal for such a pervert to appear, otherwise there is no way to fight it.

As for those strange feelings about Pariston just now, is it the feelings of the female student's personality? Although it seemed to her that someone had read a poem in her mind, it couldn't make her feel anything.

Cellulu walked into the preparation room with a decent smile on her face, and greeted the two teachers.

"Hello Mr. Lin and Mr. Pariston."

Well, although she can't feel it, Celluloid knows how to mobilize her facial muscles to smile, but that's about it.

Pariston turned his head and looked at Cellulu at this moment. He felt a sense of disobedience for a moment, but he still had a bright smile on his face, pretending to be puzzled at Teacher Lin.

"Who is this········"

With a big belly, Teacher Lin put one hand on his waist and held his stomach in the other, smiling all over his face.

"Celullu, come here, I was just about to talk to Miss Pariston about you."

She turned her head to introduce Parisstone again.

"Mr. Pariston, this is one of my proud students, Celluloid, who is very talented in painting. You know, I am going to take maternity leave from today, and I won't be able to come back to class for at least a year. If Paris Teacher Tong is free, can you give me some pointers? She is really talented, you will know after seeing her paintings..."

Mrs. Lin sold Parisstone with sincerity and asked her. This is a very good teacher, her bole, and her warm haven. Without her, she might fall into an unbearable situation earlier. After she took maternity leave, she never saw Teacher Lin again, she was just a short beam of light in her life after all...

Cellulu suddenly came back to her senses, what did she think about just now? But when she thought about something, Cellulu only felt that her mind went blank.

Pariston said with a smile.

"Of course there is no problem, Mr. Lin, if she is a good seedling, I will do my best to cultivate her. I have some channels in the city and I can recommend her to participate in various competitions. It must be a broadening of her painting skills and future development. …”

Parison naturally blurted out these words. After speaking, he felt that this answer seemed to fit the scene a little too much. He felt a strange feeling that he couldn't say for a while, and was silent for a moment.

After Teacher Lin thanked Pariston, he explained and encouraged Cellulu a few words, and then packed up and left.

After there were only two people left, Pariston looked down at Cellulo, she was still smiling, and from the looks of it, it was indeed Cellulo, and she was also a little girl.

But after a few more glances, Pariston felt that the person in front of him was neither Cellulo nor Xiaoya.

Celluloid often smiles, a gentle smile full of affinity, polite and polite, and will never make people feel bad. However, after a long time of contact, you can see that the refusal under the smile is revealed from the bottom of my heart. indifference and alienation.

Xiaoya will only be expressionless, without emotion, she lacks the vivid breath of living people, like a cold ghost who can't understand the feelings of living people.

But what about the celluloid in front of you? She did show a gentle smile, but Pariston unconsciously remembered Yamato's Nomen, as if this smile was just a clumsy mask on his face, but he didn't know what was underneath.

The current celluloid still feels like a ghost to Pariston, but it has become a ghost who clearly doesn't understand the feelings of living people but pretends to understand. It's fake, but it makes people feel more terrifying and psychologically uncomfortable.

Pariston couldn't help but confirm it aloud.

"Miss Cellulu, have you recovered your memory? Do you know who I am?"

Ask her if she regains her memory? how? Do you want to play together or are you going to make a hodgepodge of skewers and play together with all kinds of delusional settings?

Cellulu analyzed in her heart, mobilized the muscles on her face, and put on a familiar smile that she remembered.

"Naturally, your memory has been restored. Do you want me to call you Mr. Hill, the vice president of the Hunter Association, or the current teacher Pariston?"

Pariston couldn't be sure for a while. He remembered that he was the vice president of the Hunter Association. Did his memory recover? But why does it feel so inconsistent?

Pariston didn't know much about Celluloid after all, so even though he was full of doubts, he didn't know where to ask. For a moment, he could only laugh.

"It doesn't matter what you call it, Miss Cellulu can call her whatever she wants."

As for asking Cellulu's thoughts about this place and this game after her memory was restored, Pariston didn't think she could get any answer. Although she talked a lot as a little girl, he didn't even think about it when she lost her memory. How can I believe, now I only believe in my own judgment.

However, when Cellulu was a little girl, it was still very powerful to clear each level, so Parison asked.

"By the way, does Miss Cellulu have any thoughts on this scene? Where do you think the key to customs clearance will be?"

Cellulu made a thoughtful expression and smiled.

"It's not clear for the time being, but I think it might be better to let it go. I'll call you Mr. Pariston first. Then, if it's all right, Mr. Pariston, I'll paint first."

Celluloid nodded, walked to one side, clipped the drawing paper, and started sketching with a pen.

Pariston looked at Celluloid and painted there with a serious look. He felt like he was punched in the air. He was asking Celluloid's opinion very seriously, but, But she acted as if she was cooperating with him in performing a play, even sitting there painting, she was acting like she was performing, and her acting skills were extremely poor.

Celluloid's hypocritical and exaggerated performance really made Pariston feel like he had eaten dead flies. I wonder if his opponents in the past had the same feeling when facing him? It's just that he did it on purpose at the time, but now the girl also did it on purpose?

Parison was puzzled, and could only ask again with a smile.

"I feel that after Miss Cellulu regained her memory, she always felt that something was different?"

"You're joking, I'm still me." The girl said with a fake and innocent smile.

Having said this, it was completely cold. Pariston stopped talking, just held a picture book and pretended to flip through it. While thinking deeply, he looked at Celluloid, trying to think of a reason. The current Celluloid is no longer. Attracting the problem that does not attract him, but makes people feel an unspeakable uncomfortable feeling psychologically.

What does it feel like? Pariston flipped the hand of the picture book for a while, and suddenly thought of a term - the uncanny valley effect, yes, the girl in front of him gave people this weird, weird and bizarre feeling, like a human but not human.

The memory recovered, but such a strange problem appeared. Is this the influence of Elena's remnants, or other reasons? Pariston looked at Cellulo thoughtfully, and suddenly wondered how Jin and the others would react to this Cellulo who had all of Cellulo's memories.

Cellulu was drawing one stroke at a time, turning a blind eye to Pariston's probing gaze. She felt that her reaction just now was exactly the same as her gentle personality, and she shouldn't be exposed. Of course, even if she was exposed, she didn't care.

Ten minutes before the end of the lunch break, Celluloid packed her brushes, got up, and politely resigned to Paris.

After she left, Pariston walked to the place where Celluloid was sitting just now, and looked at the painting on it. The painting was a dark and mottled black wall with small green grass growing in the corner, but it was covered by the high wall. The huge shadows cast block all the light, appear lifeless, withered yellow and dim, this is an extremely depressing composition.

Pariston watched for a while, and was about to leave, but suddenly he turned around unexpectedly, picked up the pen, and opened a window in the high wall, the window was open, he added a few more strokes, and a beam of sunlight followed. Entering, just projected on the sluggish grass, Pariston erased a few lines of the grass, and then sketched a few strokes at will, and the grass seemed to be rejuvenated from the state of dying.

After finishing the correction, Pariston looked at his hand inexplicably, then looked at the painting, turned thoughtfully and left the art preparation room.

Before Cellulu returned to class 2 and 5 in her classroom, she saw a short man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed impatiently. His face was cold, and his whole body seemed to exude a cold and murderous aura, causing everyone who passed by him to be stunned. Walk around him automatically.

It's Feitan, that's what Cellulu thought, when she saw him turn her head to see her, her eyes suddenly lit up, and the next moment, a gust of wind passed by and appeared in front of her like a teleportation, she asked anxiously.

"Where have you been? I can't find you anywhere, so I can only wait in front of your class. Come with me, the regiment leader and the others are waiting for you."

He said, grabbed Celluloid's hand, and rushed downstairs.

Cellulu didn't resist, and let him pull as she asked.

"Feitan...Teacher, are you looking for me for something?"

Feitan slipped and almost didn't fall, turned his head, and asked incredulously.

"What the hell, Cellulu, you actually called me teacher? Have you recovered your memory? The captain said that you are in a strange state. I still don't believe it. Did you really not recover your memory?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Feitan was really nervous, he stopped, grabbed Cellullu's shoulder and asked.

"No, I've recovered my memory. If you don't like me calling you teacher, then Feitan."

Celluloid's eyes were clear, her eyes were calm, and she replied calmly with an indulgent and tolerant tone.

Feitan suddenly felt that something was wrong. Facing the calm and calm face of Cellulu, he always felt like he was punching the cotton. He had nowhere to focus. A particularly false feeling.

Feitan held back for a long time before saying a word.

"You and I will go to see the captain first."

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It's hard to grasp the current state of Cellulu. In addition, she has other negative states, and she has to write down this difference, which makes me feel very uncomfortable when writing. Today, there are not many words, so I will tangle again. How to describe it.

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