The room was pitch-black, and the places where light could be seen were blocked by iron plates. The places where light bulbs should have been installed were empty.

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Kōichi Murakami lay flat on the ground with one hand covering his face.

Now that I've reached the level of attacking others, my bottom line is gradually shrinking. I'm too lax!

Explode was right. I'm indeed useless if I can't control myself. I can't rely on Dehisa anymore.

If Aizawa -sensei didn't stop me in time …

In the dark room, the teenager's breathing gradually became rapid. When it reached its peak?

Ecstasy?

Joke?

Examinee's Alcohol Syndrome

He exhaled deeply.?

Kōichi Murakami twisted his body and changed his posture. His whole body spread out and he looked at the ceiling in the dark.

The consequences of blindly lowering my personality to launch a rebound are quite serious. I haven't used my personality fully for a long time. I can't remember.

I thought I could control it before, but it was all an illusion.

Was I paying too much attention to Green Valley? What was this? It was as if I had picked up a life-saving straw and placed all my burdens on someone else's shoulders.

Can I really meet my parents' expectations like this?

[What am I afraid of?]

[Why am I addicted to destruction?]

[Why is my first thought always hurt?] Want … the same … pain?

[Are you happy to see pain?] It's just a feeling of being alive.

[What do you think this is?] A playground.

The teenager's tears fell from the corner of his eyes. So that's how it is. From then on, this has been my [Goal].

I won't give up until I see the Yellow River. I won't cry until I see the coffin.

He laughed again. I'm already crying. What a cowardly child.

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His mind raced.

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Kōichi Murakami sat up. He pinched his chin and didn't even have time to wipe the tears on his face. He frowned and thought hard. What did I do at that time?

When he asked himself, the answer he got was beyond his expectations.

He thought he had already accepted the fact that his parents had passed away and left him alone. He didn't expect that five years ago or since that high fever, he had unknowingly set a [Goal].

This world was just as fake as the one in his mind, and Ormet was the proof of that. Come into contact with him, destroy him, find the flaws in the world, and return to his parents.

He punched the floor and scolded in a low voice, "You promised them to be a hero. What are you doing, you idiot?"

She hurriedly got up and went back to her room. She found all the materials she had bought from five years ago and matched them one by one. Then, she desperately wanted to do it for herself.

Only the list of materials from that period of time had been completely destroyed by him.

He had erased all possible routes and even information left in the supply channels. He wanted to contact the people in the laboratory to ask, but just as he was about to make the call, he remembered that the laboratory had not been established yet.

What the hell did I do back then?

Kōichi Murakami froze in place. His memories of that year were a mess.

If his normal memory was compared to a neatly arranged library, then the memories of that year were like a garbage dump that was ravaged by a typhoon. Unless he found specific words to associate with the contents of that time, there was no way to sort them out. Not to mention, that was the year he was most unwilling to face.

According to the positive inference, I wanted to be a hero. Then, I should try my best to overcome it and move forward until I saw Ormet and touched his glory.

The negative inference was that I wanted to kill Ormet when I saw him.

It was really simple and easy to understand.

What was the conflict between wanting to kill Ormet and wanting to be a hero?

He messed up his hair, which was tangled together into a chicken nest.

Anyway, things would go straight when the time came. He should report to his teacher first.

When he found out about Aizawa's glorious history, he wanted to splash blood on the computer screen. If he said it, he would definitely be expelled. No, I waited so many years to come here.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved. For so many years, he had investigated Ormet's whereabouts, but his own studio was in Tokyo. Many times, he was even active in the surrounding cities, but he inexplicably fixed his scope of action in the two cities where he lived. In other words, he was also preventing himself from seeing Ormet.

Relax, it's not the worst yet.

I haven't let myself succeed for so many years, so I can do it now. Believe in myself, believe in myself.

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Kōichi Murakami stayed up all night. He got up and washed up, taking the apology letter and spicy food that he made for Takeshi. Before he left, he saw the necklace that he found yesterday and put it in his pocket.

As usual, he was the first to arrive at the school.

He found the teacher's office, pushed the door open, and saw Aizawa sleeping on the floor like a caterpillar.

Was there no one else?

Kōichi Murakami turned on the overhead camera. When he squatted down to wake his teacher, Kota Aizawa had already opened his eyes.

"What?

Why are you doing so early? If there's no good reason … "He stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

Kōichi Murakami.

"It's about my personality, Aizawa sensei."

Kōichi Murakami stood up and sat on the chair indicated by his teacher.

I can't tell the whole truth, but I can't control my own actions when I'm half out of control. I can only rely on others.

"My personality is to be able to improve my actions to achieve goals or my own ideas. Under normal circumstances, the improvement of my actions should have the corresponding self-control to restrain myself from accomplishing goals normally, but there are some problems."

"My self-control isn't very useful. Previously, I simply couldn't control my first action, and after I let go, I needed a period of time to restrain myself. So after I used all my strength for a period of time, my actions were greatly improved.

But later, too many things that I wanted to do were given equal possibilities. During this period, I knew what I was doing, but I couldn't understand it. "

"In the past, it was thoughts, thoughts, and actions. These steps were faster than normal people, but now it's thoughts and actions."

"One of the reasons is that my personality has been growing, and I've been suppressing its use, so when I suddenly use it, I lose control.

The second is that normal control requires rationality, and my rationality isn't enough. "

The teenager's eyes sank. He pointed at his brain, where the worlds were piled up, and they were still increasing. "Part of my brain needs to be suppressed by my rationality. The third is emotions. Overly stimulating emotions will drown out my rationality, but there's no need to worry about that."

"To put it simply, you've lost control of your personality. How long has it been going on?" Kota Aizawa narrowed his eyes.

Kōichi Murakami, losing control of his personality, was the cause of that incident? The collapse of Divine Maple Mountain. Until now, it was still unclear whether the situation was a natural disaster or man-made. The forest envoy and Lian Yingxiong had also died in that disaster, but it had been too long, and he had already lost control for so long.

"It seems that Aizawa sensei also has some understanding of me."

Kōichi Murakami suppressed the anxiety in his heart and forced himself to remain calm. "I haven't completely lost control, just half of it.

I've seen specialized doctors, but they aren't very useful. "

"Yesterday, was it also because you lost control?" Kota Aizawa changed the topic.

The village's situation was more complicated than he had imagined. Some of them had psychological problems, and he needed to continue collecting more information.

"It's like this. I can't use my personality forever. Rather than waiting for the problem to erupt in the future, it's better to solve it in advance.

I hope that sensei can allow me to use my personality on campus. "

In short, he would take it slow and treat the root of the problem together. It was best not to reveal his emotions during normal activities.

"Xiong Ying will never restrict students from using their personality on campus."

Kota Aizawa sighed and looked up with a sharp gaze. "You have to promise that you won't cause any harm."

The youth suddenly fell silent, but he said, "I promise." The youth sincerely stretched out his pinky. "Sensei, make a promise with me."

At that moment, Kota Aizawa thought of the video he had contacted the police to obtain. He stretched out his pinky and pressed his thumbs together. "Ah, it's a promise."

"There's one more thing. Aizawa sensei, your personality is very helpful to me. After activating it, it can make it slightly easier for me to control my own state. I hope … I will provide the appropriate clothing, food, housing, and transportation, and I will definitely guarantee my safety … Please, sensei!"

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"… So, during this period of time in school, I will not restrict the use of my personality. If anything happens, please wake me up immediately!"

Kōichi Murakami stood on the podium and bowed to the students below.

I've already made a promise, so I can definitely do it. If even this can't restrain me, then there's no meaning for me to live.

Kota Aizawa opened his dead fish eyes. "That's it. You can see the specific situation."

"It's my duty to help my fellow students."

"I wonder what the situation is like."

"What a strange personality. The world is so big, there are so many strange things."

"Wake him up, it sounds so scary."

"He can't even be considered a small fry. How did he get here?"

"!" Aizawa sensei's hair fluttered, and the whole class fell silent. "It's time for class.

Murakami, return to your seat. "

After enduring a difficult class, when the teacher announced the end of class, several lively students had already jumped up and cheered.

Midaya Dehisa came immediately?

Kōichi Murakami's desk. "Murakami?

Murakami, how can I help you? "

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Kōichi Murakami raised his head and was extremely moved. "Dehisa, you're so nice ~" Then he said seriously, "Thank you, but I'm not going to rely on you anymore. Like you said, if I could do it in the past, then I can still do it now."

Midaya Dehisa smiled embarrassedly. He clenched his fist and said confidently, "Let's work hard together."

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Murakami Xingyi took out a USB flash drive from his pocket. "This is the recording of you using your personality during the test, as well as some specific information about my personality. If something similar happens again next time, just wait for my special package."

Midaya Dehisa held the USB and was so moved that his eyes were filled with tears. He ignored the second half of the sentence. "Thank you so much.

Murakami, how did you record the personality test? "

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Kōichi Murakami pointed at the doll on his head. "A special camera, high definition, and it's suitable for close-range shooting."

"Oh, I see." Midaya Dehisa suddenly understood. "Wait, the school can use this!"

"I didn't know yesterday, but I applied to the teacher today."

In the end, he used it first.

"Hey, hey, Murakami?

Murakami, can you lend me your camera? "A short guy with grape-like hair came over the moment he heard the camera.

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Kōichi Murakami lowered his head. "What do you want?

To be honest, I'm just thinking about it. If I remember correctly, you're Minoru Mineda, right? "

Minoru Mineda nodded with a dreamy expression on his face. "I use it to record the beautiful scenery of the school. It'll be even better if I put it in the female locker room in the afternoon to take pictures of the girls' bodies in the class!" He said these words in one breath, and his saliva kept dripping down.

The whole class's attention was attracted, and the girls' condemning gazes almost pierced through me.

Midaya Dehisa raised his hand and took a few steps back.

"Is that so?"

Kōichi Murakami made a thoughtful expression. "I remember that your hair is sticky, right?

Do you like women's bodies? "

"Of course, who doesn't like girls!

Thin, slender, long, long legs … Hey hey hey. "Minoru Mineda's eyes were glued to the camera.

Kōichi Murakami didn't let go of the Eight Million on the table in front of him.

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Kōichi Murakami picked up Minoru Mineda to block his view of the girl. "Grape, I don't like your reason, so I won't lend you the camera.

Since you like women so much … "He took out a stack of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Grape's clothes." Here's 50,000 Yen. Go to the red light and find a girl. After all, you're short, ugly, and a pervert who likes to harass girls. You don't have the slightest element that's worth liking. Probably no girl will like you in this life, so I'll give you some money in advance to enjoy yourself. If you don't have a girl by the time you die, it'll be too pitiful, right? "

"I'm just talking about a fact that might happen in the future. Why are you crying? You're already 15 years old and it's embarrassing to cry. Let me ask you quietly, is your penis five centimeters long?"

Minoru Mineda wailed loudly. He didn't know where he got the strength to break free.

Muramura Kenichi's shackles casually threw a few grapes from his head and was about to escape.

Kōichi Murakami dodged and grabbed Minoru Mineda's collar again. He shook his head and loosened his grip a little. "Class is about to start. Why are you running? Don't skip class. Go back to your seat.

Be good. "

Demon!

Minoru Mineda was forced to return to his seat. His whole body turned into a gray statue. His eyes were empty as he muttered, "Demon … Demon …"

Tenya Iida walked over and gestured strangely. "Minoru classmate did something wrong, but?

You also instigated your classmate to commit adultery and even mocked his classmate's penis. You shouldn't have done that! "

The class: Didn't you say that too?

Eight Million crossed his arms. "What?

What Murakami did was right. It was Minoru classmate who was too indecent. "

Sana Ashito made a face at Minoru. "Pervert Minoru."

Setsuke Fanta: "This is it?

A side effect of Murakami's personality.

What a vicious mouth. "

Ruijiro Seishima: "Although it's the truth, it's better to be tactful."

Midaya Dehisa pointed at Minoru Mineda. "Stop talking. Minoru -kun has already turned into ashes.

Murakami too, control yourself. "

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Kōichi Murakami helplessly made a wronged expression. "I've already restrained myself enough."

The class: This person is so scary!

Soon, it was noon.

After class?

Murakami sincerely apologized to Minoru Mineda. Minoru Mineda stuffed the money back with anger and tears.

Murakami declared that they were enemies.

"It feels good to have a full wallet."

Kōichi Murakami sat down with a plate that was obviously twice as big as the others.

Midaya Dehisa ordered a pork chop rice. "Why?

Murakami, you brought so much money to school? "

"Ah, I have a part-time job. This is my salary. Something happened yesterday and I forgot to take it out.

But Dehisa, did Explode eat it? I worked hard to make it. "

"Although I didn't see Xiao Sheng eat it, Xiao Sheng wouldn't waste food.

Wow, it's delicious.

The pork chop rice is really good. "