A memory suddenly appeared in Ye Shenyue's mind.

It was also a pair of scarlet eyes, scarlet eyes with hypnotic undertones.

Eyes fixed on him.

What was reflected in his eyes was a girl with golden double ponytails and a pretty face.

If the ponytail is put down, it must be a quiet girl, but the girl is smiling, arrogant and heartless.

Then he held a blood-stained knife in his hand.

Then stab him.

"King... son?"

Ye Shenyue covered her forehead, and her head suddenly ached, but when he opened his eyes again, another image came into his mind.

It doesn't belong to him, it belongs to the godless Naoi literati at the moment.

Then he saw such a scene, which belonged not to him but to the vice president of the student council.

like a story.

It was a small body, and the black-haired, cute-looking child stood quietly behind the classical courtyard, looking at his brother who was following his father making pottery from a distance.

The older brother and he looked a lot like they were twins.

But when he was very young, his brother was already determined to be a gifted child who could inherit his father's mantle.

The father was a famous pottery master and the elder brother inherited him, and then it seems that he has nothing to do.

The small body curled up and played alone in the house.

It has always been like this.

locked up.

He lowered his head.

Then things changed, his brother died, and he was asked by his stern father to inherit his mantle, and then began his dark pottery training.

Training training retraining.

But all he got was a reprimand from his father and more severe training.

life.

There is no meaning.

Then, his father fell and fell ill. He took care of his father when he was young. His father became gentle and no longer forced him to train. At the same time, his father himself could not train again.

It all goes on like this.

He takes care of his father every day.

then.

Is that what he means?

the meaning of life.

Back in the house again, hugging his knees with his hands, curled up.

Then the eye lost its color.He's not happy and doesn't feel like it's living for himself. l younger brother, he is Naoi literati.

An ordinary but real Naoi literati.

Who are you living for?

This... is really a poor man.

Frowning slightly, Ye Shenyue covered her forehead. Is this what the humans who came to this world are carrying?

"If possible, I would like to give them a real youthful experience on campus."

Xiao Zhan said so.

Because these high school students can't experience real youth in real life.

So I want to help them if I can.

This is the idea of ​​zolo that has always been done.

What a lovely girl.

The figure of the silver-haired girl reappeared in Ye Shenyue's mind, and the silver hair was gently stroked behind her ears by the breeze.

This is a girl who is not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside.

but.

Ye Shenyue grabbed Naoi literati's collar and looked at the other person's dull eyes.

"Let me tell you, even having an unfortunate past doesn't mean you can use hypnosis to control others as you wish. It's okay if you want to control, but you need to find a good partner!"

"Don't think no one can deal with your hypnotism. Real hypnotism is definitely more than that!"

A pair of eyes of Jingzi suddenly flashed in his mind. Although he didn't get hit, the intensity of his bewildering people was much stronger than that of Literati Naoi.

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