S-level high-risk personality, you call this a pitiful thing?

Chapter 89: Dream Core Space 89
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Who is the idiot scolding?
It shouldn't be her.

Lan Tong finished his breakfast while thinking this.

The woman finished clearing the table and glanced at the clock.

It says 8:10.

"Baby, why don't you not go to school today? Just rest at home for a day." said the woman.

go to school?

Lan Tong was puzzled. She always felt that she was no longer old enough to go to school.

Some inexplicably, there were more memories about school in her mind, her teachers, her classmates, her class...it was as if those old memories were being remembered again by her.

There were some strange things about those memories, but the third-person perspective in the memories was indeed her.

Only then did Lan Tong realize and believe the fact that he was still in school.

"No, I'd better go to school."

She looked back at the portrait behind her.

Maybe if I leave home, the hallucinations will be better.

The woman was still a little worried. After talking to a man on the phone for a while, she turned around and went to the bedroom to pack Lan Tong's schoolbag.

"Originally, Mom didn't want you to go to school today. You may have been too tired recently and needed to rest, but your dad said that he should respect your decision. Baby is so smart, she will definitely not force herself if something happens. So Mom agreed to let you go to school."

The woman was holding a schoolbag and combing Lan Tong's hair while talking to her earnestly.

"If you are unhappy or feel uncomfortable at school, be sure to ask your teacher to call your mother."

Lan Tong looked at the long hair combed by the woman in the mirror, and she always had a sense of unreality.

"Did you hear that, baby?"

The woman saw Lan Tong was distracted and patted her head gently.

Lan Tong came back to her senses. She was not used to this kind of intimacy and her attitude became a little cold.

"understood."

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Number of people: 236780
——What? You really went to school?

——Has she been assimilated by the illusion?

——That should be the case. I heard that if you can’t escape from the trickery, you will slowly be assimilated into the weirdness.

- Don't spread rumors. No. 10 will definitely not be assimilated so easily. There is nothing in this trick that makes people want to stay.
——What do you mean by spreading rumors? There was a chosen one in the United States before. He was immersed in the dream of a casino tycoon and couldn't get out. It was broadcast for nearly 20 days. The other chosen ones had already come out. After more than 20 days, he was assimilated into a weird. After becoming a weird, he was still immersed in the dream and thought he was a rich tycoon.

——I know about this. Didn't the United States later publish the life of this chosen one? He came from the slums, and his parents died because they had no money to treat their illnesses, so what he wanted most was to be rich. It was really unlucky that he encountered this kind of trick the second time he entered the dungeon.
——In the final analysis, it is because the United States discriminates against the Chosen Ones, right? Racial discrimination can even endanger the Chosen Ones themselves. The Chosen Ones of color from poor areas are not treated as well as the white Chosen Ones.

——What are the comments saying? I think this trick is quite heartwarming, but the painting is so damn weird

——To be honest, if my mother was as gentle as in Trickery, and my family had been harmonious and warm since childhood, I would actually be reluctant to wake up.
——Children from poor families really cannot understand this mother. She actually stopped her children from going to school because of such a small matter. When I was sick and uncomfortable as a child, I told my mother that I didn’t want to go to school. My mother said I was pretending and threw me back to school.

——+1, the mother in this trick didn't directly reject Lan Tong's idea, but called her father to discuss it, and finally chose to respect it. They are really, although it is weird, but I am really crying

——……Can the people in the live broadcast room wake up? I know many people come from bad families, but the parents in the sorcery are all fake. They are nice to you just to harm you!

——Don't tell them that your defense is broken anymore, buddy upstairs
——It’s hard to say. Children who have been hurt in childhood will spend their whole lives trying to make up for their past selves. It seems that No. 10’s original family is not very good either. I feel...she is likely to fall into this trick.

……

The shadow of the city floated past the car window, and the familiar yet strange feeling reminded Lan Tong of more memories related to her. Those memories were from a third-person perspective, and she could clearly see the memories of herself and her parents experiencing and playing in this city.

Those memories were enough proof to her that she was the child of the gentle woman before her.

But the flickering doubt in her heart would not go away, and she was unwilling to call her mother out loud.

The car stopped in front of the school, which is a primary school.

Obviously, it was past the normal class time, but the woman was not in a hurry at all. She personally took Lan Tong into the school, and when she arrived at the classroom, she explained the situation to the teacher. She watched Lan Tong enter the class and return to his seat, then said hello and left.

Lan Tong took out her textbook, but was not in the mood to listen to the class because she saw the painting appear above the blackboard.

It seems that there was originally a portrait above the blackboard, but now it has been replaced by the portrait of that man.

The man with a black face in the portrait was sitting high up, monitoring everything in the class from above.

Lan Tong lowered her head and rubbed her temples desperately. She really couldn't figure out whether she was sick or not.

The teacher suddenly came over and asked, "Lantong, are you okay?"

Lan Tong waved her hands subconsciously, not wanting anyone to notice her.

"fine."

But after she finished speaking, she paused again.

Lan Tong doesn’t seem to be her name?

She looked up at the teacher, but got goose bumps all over her body when she saw the teacher's face looking down at her.

The teacher's face was a blur of flesh color, and his facial features looked as if they had been deliberately painted, making them completely unclear.

Lan Tong felt a growing weirdness in her heart. She turned to look at her deskmate - and he felt the same way.

She stood up suddenly and looked around at the other people in the class in panic.

Except for a little girl sitting at the end who had a normal face, all the others had no facial features.

Lan Tong couldn't stand it anymore.

The teacher said, "You look very sick. Do you want me to call your mother to take you home to rest?"

"Need not."

Lan Tong pointed at the little girl sitting at the back and asked, "I want to sit next to her. Can we change seats?"

The teacher said with some concern: "But your mother was afraid that you wouldn't be able to see if you sat in the back, so she specifically said to put you in the middle seat."

"It's okay, I'll talk to mom myself."

Lan Tong said this, grabbing her schoolbag and walking back impatiently.

She wanted to figure out why this girl was the only normal one in the whole class.

There was an empty seat next to the girl. After Lan Tong sat down, he stared at her face.

There is an indescribable sense of familiarity.

This sense of familiarity is not like the strange familiarity in those memories, but a feeling of déjà vu as if one has seen it with one's own eyes.

"What's your name?"

The girl was stunned for a moment and gave her a faint smile.

"My name is Chen Shuting, don't you remember?"

(End of this chapter)