Real teaching, hypocritical gray life

"Excuse me, what's wrong?"

"The Black Emperor longed for the recognition and friendship of others, and Emperor Wenren had achieved this, so he was determined to fight for Emperor Wenren. However, when Emperor Wenren was on the verge of life and death, the Black Emperor remained indifferent, holding a million troops in his hands but not taking action. Don't you think this is exactly the same as the current scene?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're trying to say."

"Don't you understand? There is someone who can endanger Ichinose. As the Black Emperor, you have talents but you don't show them. Are you going to watch your emperor die?"

"Even so, so what?"

"Lord Luo also knows the result. The Black Emperor was extremely saddened by the death of Emperor Wenren, and finally chose to commit suicide. In other words, if Luo had not taken action, he would have faced the same fate as the Black Emperor."

"I see, this is what that person meant."

I will face death, and end my life in my own hands...

I laughed from the bottom of my heart at the conclusion he came to.

what is this?

Isn't that what I planned?

Such an ending is only a matter of time.

"So what is Luojun going to do next?" Teacher Xing Zhigong moved her face closer to me, and I immediately smelled the fragrance emanating from her body.

"I remember the teacher said before, as long as I promise to help you keep your class in Class A, you will do whatever you ask me to do, right?"

"Well, it seems that we... are not discussing this issue." Teacher Hoshinomiya stopped her playfulness instantly.

"Please answer me."

"Yes... yes..." Teacher Hoshinomiya stopped her movements. Although there was no soft light to illuminate her, I knew that her expression was extremely stiff at this moment, which could be felt from her stagnant arms.

"Then Mr. Hoshinomiya, please go back to your room first." I approached her with an almost threatening tone.

"Luo...Luo Jun..." Her voice began to tremble, and fear spread wantonly in her eyes. Under the moonlight, everything seemed so pale and powerless.

"If I remember correctly, you said before that it would be okay for me to have your body, right?"

"Ah..." Her body began to shake violently.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any intention of doing this here, so please go back to your room, Mr. Hoshinomiya. That should be fine."

To further mislead, I put the question directly.

"I...I understand." Teacher Hoshinomiya bit his lip, stood up from his seat and walked towards the exit.

"Teacher Hoshinomiya, your bag is here."

"Okay, okay... Thank you, Luo..." Teacher Hoshinomiya gave a hypocritical smile pretending to be strong and reached out to take the handbag I handed over.

I continued to watch her soul-deprived steps until she left the open-air theater, and then I cast my gaze back to the dark, empty stage.

I remembered a line from the stage actor who whispered in my ear many years ago.

Immerse yourself in drama

Just like acting

In the center of the spotlight

Facing the Darkness

Peace of mind

I stared into the dark depths of center stage.

Black Emperor...

Suicide ending...

But you probably know that too.

"I don't have the Black Emperor's loyalty to Emperor Wenren."

At the same time, the reason why the Black Emperor will not send troops is because:

"Emperor Wenren should not exist in his life."

Therefore, I will just watch her perish quietly and will not do anything until I die.

Chapter 84 Even more natural than the cold wind at night

In the dim basement, even though the chandelier on the ceiling was not turned on, the dazzling light still shone on my face.

The light comes from the laptop used for work, which is also the only source of light in this space.

It was on because we were checking the bad news we had just received.

Of course, this is also good news.

Good news for me.

The four of us stood in different areas of the basement, but not too far away from each other. Except for me, the other three of them couldn't focus their sights on anyone, either the wall or their own guns.

In fact, I was well aware that the team was on the verge of collapse, and the death of Hefferson Louis was undoubtedly a major blow to them.

"..."

"The responsibility for Louis' death is not entirely yours... maybe there was a flaw in our plan from the beginning..." The man wanted to ease the current painful atmosphere as much as possible, but he also knew how pale and powerless his words were, so the woman still lowered her head, and her hanging hair buried her face in shadows.

"If I hadn't been so willful at that time, then..."

"......"

Then the invisible water of silence filled the entire secret room. Looking at the scene in front of them, it was hard to imagine that it was full of laughter and joy six hours ago.

Some things always happen very suddenly and are difficult to predict.

Yes, it takes hundreds of years to plant trees according to Feng Shui, but fire can destroy them all in one day.

Life is extremely fragile from the moment it is born, so I can understand how low its value is, even to the point of disregarding it.

"Wood."

"What's wrong?" Hearing my own name, I straightened my chest slightly, straightened my body, and pretended to be ready at any time.

"Could you... keep an eye on me?"

"clear."

I grabbed the pistol on the wooden table and hid it on my waist, then walked out of the open wooden door, leaving the three lonely people alone.

I could probably just walk away now, but I'm more looking forward to the scene of a complete explosion.

Looking at the moon obscured by a few dark clouds, the woman committed suicide as expected on the third day after the incident.

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"are you asleep?"

I was surprised to see the starry night sky when I opened my eyes again.

No, I probably didn't fall asleep, or it would be more accurate to say that I had no idea what happened during that time.

It had been more than an hour since Mr. Hoshinomiya left after I threatened him, but I was still sitting in the audience seats of the open-air theater.

The pitch-black hue still lingered before my eyes, and I could only vaguely remember the movement of the stars.

I grabbed my cell phone from my pocket and took out the theater tickets I had booked not long ago.

10:22 pm.

Then I checked the theater tickets in my hand with the dim light of my phone.

"Tomorrow night at nine o'clock..."

Couldn't the lady at the counter explain it more clearly? I waited so long in vain.

I put the items back in their place and sighed silently.

[If I had tried harder, we wouldn't have failed to get promoted.]

[If they had held on for just one second, they wouldn’t have won.]

[If I hadn’t been willful at that time, then…]

[If...Then...]

Whenever something bad happens, you put the blame on yourself.

The harm of false thinking patterns lies in the fact that they have no connection with reality and only exist in subjective inferences. However, they can spread to real self-esteem and self-confidence with great influence, especially for people with too high a level of conscience.

When a person does something that he feels violates his conscience, he will feel regret or guilt for his behavior afterwards.

This is a highly subjective psychological state, a sense of guilt.

The emergence of this emotion criticizes not only an individual's behavior, but also the meaning of the individual's existence.

Forgiveness is not for oneself.

After suffering psychological trauma, he was unable to get out of the darkness in his heart. Remorse ravaged his heart, which accumulated and exhausted his energy, eventually leading to the complete collapse of his spiritual world.

This is a silent killing method commonly used in psychology.

A person must have the ability to live easily with a bag of guilt.

If you only blame yourself when facing your own mistakes, you will be the only one who collapses in the end.

Because of this, I made the mistake of unlocking the card specifically because of personal loss.

Ichinose Honoki.

It is important to be clear whether a certain level of conscience is accompanied by a certain ability to resist guilt.

Whether it is for the sake of maintaining the class's status as Class A or from a personal perspective, it is necessary to understand.

In Class B, which has a very strong teamwork capability, I don't need to gain the trust of the entire class. For this class, just getting the heart is enough.

Heart is everything in this class.

As for Mr. Hoshinomiya...

"In the end, you will have countless ways to get rid of her quietly."

"......"

What on earth am I thinking of?

I criticized my unreasonable thoughts, and after completely clearing my mind of them, I planned to leave.

"Squeak-"

However, just as I was about to stand up, the glass door to the open-air theater was opened again, and the fragile friction sound between the hinges spread loudly throughout the venue.

The time for the staff to inspect the facilities on the ship has long passed. In that case, who would choose to come here at this time?

Teacher Hoshinomiya?

No, I don't think she has the guts.

I never thought I had the same idea as you...

Come to think of it, it seems that there really is such a person.

I remained silent, pretending that I didn't hear the sound, and continued to wander in my mind.

It's impossible to say that I don't care.

It's almost bedtime, who would go against the rules and come to this open-air theater?

The open-air theater was not open tonight and the spotlights were not turned on.

If I could, I wanted to slide down a little from my seat, because even though the theater was dark, the faint light filtering in from the deck and the stars shining in the night sky were enough to reveal my position in the dark.

And it was so conspicuous that I could be noticed as soon as I came, not to mention that the part of me that was not covered by the seat back was still glaringly exposed.

Perhaps he noticed my presence, he paused for a long time at the glass entrance, hesitating whether to come in.

Who is he? And what is his identity?

A student? A teacher?

In my heart, I kept guessing all the information about the person behind me. At least I could feel that it was a woman from the smell coming from the evening breeze.

Of course, the possibility of charming men is not ruled out.