Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

Having been accustomed to Wu Jianmiao's stunning beauty, an ordinary beauty like the class teacher seemed ordinary in his eyes.

Now that the demon seed has been successfully planted, let's move on to the next goal.

Mitsui Tsubasa took out his cell phone, pulled up the name list of teachers and students in the school, and went to each of them one by one in order.

Six pm.

Except for the principal and Kamoshida who were still in the deeper areas, he finally planted the demon seeds in all the other teachers.

This new skill consumes a lot of Heart Flame, and he even had to sacrifice his second life to barely make it enough.

Among them, the more interesting one is Sadyo Kawakami.

She looks pretty cute in her maid outfit.

Especially when she recognized Mitsui Tsubasa without a mask and screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Mitsui Tsubasa kindly promised not to tell anyone about her part-time job as a maid, in exchange for the privilege of being called "Master" in private.

He saved Kawakami's "work number" and decided to ask her to provide home service when she was free in the future.

Unfortunately, there were too many things to deal with, so he chatted with the other party for a while, said goodbye politely, and hurriedly turned away.

Chapter 112: Cognitive Science, the Chief Researcher Appears

It was already dark when we returned to the camp.

Mitsui Tsubasa was about to return home for dinner, but he unexpectedly found that the light was on in Isshiki Wakaba's small house made of a simple tent, and two figures were looming on the tent cloth.

His heart moved. Could it be Sakura Futaba who was in there?

Out of curiosity, he walked over briskly and asked softly, "Aunt Isshiki, is Futaba in there?"

A response soon came from inside the tent: "Come in, Futaba is here too."

After hearing Isshiki Wakaba's reply, Mitsui Tsubasa opened the door curtain and walked in.

At a glance, he saw Sakura Futaba sitting obediently on a stool, allowing Isshiki Wakaba to gently comb her hair with a comb.

He was so comfortable that he closed his eyes, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an intoxicated expression.

Watching this scene, Mitsui Yi couldn't help but feel amused. He asked gently, "Auntie, have you had dinner? Do you want me to bring some food in?"

"I don't actually need to eat..." Isshiki Wakaba paused, looked at her daughter who stubbornly refused to go home, and sighed, "But Futaba hasn't eaten yet, so if it's convenient, I'll trouble you."

"Auntie, you're so polite." Mitsui Tsubasa smiled and waved his hand, then turned and walked out of the tent.

Back in the real world, he carefully selected a sumptuous dinner.

While waiting, he took a quick shower and carefully tidied his appearance.

He's going to have dinner with his mother-in-law tonight, and he has to perform well!

After taking a shower, he changed into a set of appropriate casual clothes and looked refreshed.

Then he took out his cell phone and searched for classic quotes on how to deal with his mother-in-law, hoping to leave a good impression on Isshiki Wakaba.

When he was ready, Kotetsu arrived at the door pushing a food cart.

After Mitsui Tsubasa sent him away casually, he couldn't wait to return to the memory space.

At this time, Sakura Futaba had finished combing her hair and was sitting in front of the computer, immersed in the game world.

Isshiki Wakaba sat on the side, holding a psychology book in her hand. She would stop and look at Futaba for a while after reading a few pages, as if she could never get enough.

When Mitsui Tsubasa walked into the tent, he even felt a little guilty, as if he had disturbed the mother and daughter's world of two.

Luckily, as soon as Futaba smelled the aroma of food, she immediately pressed the pause button and jumped up to help.

"Let me do it, I'll set the plate!"

The clutter on the small table was quickly cleared away, and more than a dozen dishes with delicious looks, aromas and flavors were served one after another. The last dish, Chaoshan beef ball soup, could not be placed on the table and had to be placed on the stool.

"This is too much. It really costs you a lot of money."

Isshiki Wakaba looked at the sumptuous dinner in front of her, her eyes slightly open, revealing a little surprise and embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter. He is the head of the army and a young master. He will never be poor!"

Sakura Futaba didn't care about that. She said "I'm starting" in the high-speed divine language, then picked up the bowl and started eating.

Looking at her daughter's greedy appearance, Isshiki Ruoye patted her angrily and amusedly, and hesitantly picked up the chopsticks.

Mitsui Tsubasa was eating and paying attention to Isshiki Wakaba's reaction. He observed that despite the dazzling array of dishes on the table, Isshiki Wakaba didn't seem to have much appetite, but only had a special liking for the beef ball soup.

Watching her drink bowl after bowl of soup, a thoughtful look flashed in Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes.

During the meal, he tried to use the techniques he learned on the Internet to please his mother-in-law, and successfully made Isshiki Wakaba laugh several times, making the entire dining atmosphere extremely harmonious.

"Delicious... this one is delicious too... Ah!" Sakura Futaba ate too fast and suddenly choked, patting her chest desperately.

Isshiki Wakaba quickly poured her a cup of barley tea and said, "Don't eat so hastily. No one is going to snatch it from you."

"Ahem... ah... OK, ah, I almost choked to death."

After being saved by barley tea, Futaba just took a short rest and continued to eat like crazy.

However, overeating does come at a price.

Before it was time for tea, Sakura Futaba regretfully left early and hurried to the bathroom of the Mitsui family.

Seeing that Isshiki Wakaba had put down her chopsticks, Mitsui Tsubasa asked carefully:

"Aunt Isshiki, do you like these foods? I see you like this soup very much. Can I prepare more for you in the future?"

"Ah, actually, that's not necessary. How should I put it..." Isshiki Wakaba looked conflicted, as if she herself was unsure of the situation. "I am now a shadow. Although I still have a sense of taste, I no longer feel hungry."

She gently pressed her abdomen and was silent for a long time before explaining thoughtfully:

“When I eat Lou Brown’s curry and this beef ball soup, I feel a slight sense of satisfaction. It’s not that I feel full from the food, but more like I absorb the emotions contained in it.”

Emotion... does it refer to the effort that the chef puts into making the food?

The image of a fat chef emerged in Mitsui Tsubasa's mind, and he seemed to be quite good at cooking.

However, considering Sojiro's situation, it could be something more complicated, like longing or love?

It cannot be confirmed for the time being, Mitsui Tsubasa opened the note page and wrote it down.

Although Isshiki Wakaba said she didn't need it, Mitsui Tsubasa decided to continue providing her with food. He believed that this would definitely help her mental state.

If shadow is the creation of desire, it is the embodiment of the dark side of human beings.

So when Shadow possesses all human emotions, will it evolve into a more complete existence, such as a soul?

Cognitive science... this field may be able to provide him with some answers.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he asked Isshiki Wakaba, "Aunt Isshiki, what are your plans for the future?"

"after?"

Isshiki Wakaba had obviously thought about this as well. She looked at the seat where Sakura Futaba had just sat and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"It's enough for me to stay with Futaba all the time. Oh, and I can also help you maintain the camp."

Mitsui Tsubasa quickly rejected this proposal. It would be a waste as she was a true cognitive researcher.

"Aunt Isshiki, have you ever considered restarting your research on cognitive psychology?"

Upon hearing his words, Isshiki Wakaba paused in drinking tea, and a look of interest quickly appeared on her face.

She thought carefully about her current situation, then looked at the scene of the abandoned subway station outside the tent, her thoughts racing.

There is no better research environment than studying cognitive psychology in the sea of ​​soul!

As she thought more deeply, her eyes gradually lit up. It was the look that Mitsui Tsubasa was very familiar with, exactly the same as Takemiya's, the look of a research maniac!

Recalling the bad memories, he moved the stool back a few steps without leaving a trace.

When Sakura Futaba returned here, she just saw the excited expression on her mother's face.

After finding out what happened, she immediately patted her chest and promised, "When I go back and clean up, I will move all the cognitive science materials in. I have done some research over the years, so I can help."

"Come back during the holidays and don't delay your studies." Although Isshiki Wakaba was moved, he still reminded her.

Sakura Futaba shrank her neck and looked at Mitsui Tsubasa guiltily.

The two looked at each other and both felt that it was not suitable to stay here for long. So, they tacitly packed up the dining car and prepared to leave.

After taking care of the dining car, Mitsui Tsubasa pointed to the electric car next to him and said:

"Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"I can do it myself. Shadow can't touch the Necronomicon. I still have that lamp to protect myself."

Thinking of the embarrassing experience of riding in a car last time, Sakura Futaba shook her head as fast as a rattle.

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't force it. He turned his head towards the tent and made a gesture as if he was going to shout loudly.

"Don't do this!" Sakura Futaba immediately understood his threat and surrendered painfully.

As Isshiki Wakaba waved goodbye, the two of them drove into the tunnel on an electric car.

The noise faded away, and the lights in the tunnel flickered, illuminating their gradually receding figures.

Chapter 113 "Black-hearted doctor, killing for money!"

"Your new hair style looks great."

A dim red light permeated the air in the tunnel.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at Sakura Futaba in front of him. She sat a little stiffly, her cheeks puffed up, but she exuded a different kind of cuteness.

He couldn't help but smile happily.

He smelled that wonderful body fragrance in his nose again, a mixture of the sweetness of candy and the freshness of flowers, which made him feel excited.

The vibrant orange long hair was skillfully braided into a bohemian style braid, swaying gently in front of his eyes as the vehicle passed by, as if it had a magical power that captured his attention.

Sakura Futaba sat upright without looking around, trying her best to ignore the burning gaze behind her, but the tickling feeling on her back made her feel very uncomfortable.

Shyness and anger were fighting fiercely in my mind. After my hair was gently pulled, anger finally took the upper hand.

She pursed her thin lips and turned her head to glare at the offender, "Don't mess with my hair. Mommy worked so hard to braid it!"

However, her angry expression only lasted for a few seconds. When her cheek was gently poked, her momentum instantly dissipated, like a balloon that had been punctured and deflated.

"you you……!"

Sakura Futaba stammered for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence. Finally, she turned around and huddled on the edge of the seat like a frightened quail.

After making a joke, Mitsui Tsubasa stopped provoking her.

Looking at her new hairstyle and the positive emotions she exuded, he couldn't help but sigh that having her mother's care is really different.

As long as she can maintain this state, those mental illnesses will slowly heal.

He turned his gaze away from her and looked at the shadows hiding in the tunnel.

Mitsui Tsubasa tried hard to suppress the violent urge to whip them and maintain his noble image as a partner of justice.

The electric car sped through the tunnel, and despite the uneven road surface, it was still able to run at a speed of nearly 30 kilometers per hour.

Just ten minutes later, the two arrived at Shigenjaya Station.

Sakura Futaba quickly untied the Yushi table lamp tied with a rope from the handlebars, hugged it tightly in her arms, then lowered her head and ran, as if there was a big bad wolf chasing her from behind.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at her back, smiled and waved, as a farewell.

When we returned to the entrance, it was almost eight o'clock.

Without disturbing Isshiki Wakaba anymore, he changed into combat gear and went deep into the second floor to begin practicing.

After reaching level 20, his strength reached a new level and he could deal with these low-level shadows with ease.

In just a few hours, he killed his way through an entire floor and arrived at the terminal platform.

The door that blocked the passage remained motionless.

He found some masked shadows near the finish line, but unfortunately the shadows here could only howl and could not communicate at all.

This made him start to miss the Futaba Palace, where the Shadow could at least have a say.