Hey, what terrible memories these are...
Ye Shaoheng covered his eyes, but these memories played directly in his mind, giving him no chance to refuse.
No, they need to get out of this strange memory quickly; they are now facing a formidable enemy.
Even though he knew he couldn't win, he couldn't just be killed for no reason. Even if the opponent was unstoppable, he should at least raise his knife and fight back, right?
Wake up, wake up quickly.
"Superpowers are the crystallization of desires. You clearly always wanted a cool and awesome superpower, so why did you only end up with a suit of armor?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him, making Ye Shaoheng pause for a moment.
"Because your wish is very simple: to protect yourself."
Ye Shaoheng subconsciously turned around and saw a person who looked exactly like him standing behind him with his back to him. As Ye Shaoheng turned his head, the other version of himself behind him also turned around.
"Hey, are you kidding me? What kind of weird superpower is this?" Ye Shaoheng gritted his teeth and grinned.
"Strange superpower. I am clearly you. I am the projection of God's radiance falling upon you." [Ye Shaoheng] wore a mocking smile: "We have never been chosen firmly. We have no family or friends. Everyone has just been using you, treating you as a tool. You know that better than anyone, don't you?"
After Ye Shaoheng finished speaking, he realized that Ye Shaoheng was not listening to him at all. He was focused on fiddling with his fingers, pinching and squeezing them, and had no attention on him at all.
"Hey, what are you doing? Are you even listening to me?" Ye Shaoheng was immediately annoyed.
"Ouch, it hurts so much, I'm bleeding... I can't even wake up." Ye Shaoheng said aggrievedly as he carefully fiddled with the safety pin on his chest and his fingers.
Bright red blood flowed from his index finger, and there were bruises on his arm. It was clear that he was trying to stimulate himself with pain, but even so, the scene in front of him did not change.
This made Ye Shaoheng somewhat frustrated.
"No way, I'm so bad at this, I can't help Sister Yin at all?" Ye Shaoheng scratched his head: "I'm doomed, Grandpa is still outside, he'll definitely beat me to death when he gets out."
In novels, it's always said that if you encounter a hallucination, you should hit yourself first, right? The pain will wake you up, so why didn't that work?
"Grandpa? Sister Yin? That's hilarious." [Ye Shaoheng]'s face darkened: "You acted superbly, you fooled everyone. Do you think you're really yourself right now...?"
"Stop! Stop! I'm not a riddle teller!" Ye Shaoheng jumped back three steps in an instant, looking at the [himself] in front of him with a horrified expression: "Don't disgust me! Am I really such a disgusting person?"
"I hate riddle characters the most in games. So I'm the riddle character? No!" Ye Shaoheng lamented, "I should have never touched anime. Having chuunibyou really makes a difference. My dark side is definitely an idiot!"
Ye Shaoheng: "..."
"Are you running away from me?" Ye Shaoheng sneered and clapped his hands. The scene that Ye Shaoheng couldn't change no matter how hard he tried was suddenly changed by the light clapping of another version of himself.
However, upon seeing the scene before him, Ye Shaoheng's face turned deathly pale.
The place is exquisitely decorated, clearly belonging to the Ye family, but Ye Shaoheng is very familiar with that door; it's his grandfather's study.
That was the third month since Ye Shaoheng came to the Ye family. He was a tiny little guy, extremely thin due to long-term malnutrition.
Although Ye Shaoheng worked very hard, his parents never cared about his studies, and he got the lowest score in his first exam after coming to the elite school.
The report card needs to be signed by a parent.
At that time, little Ye Shaoheng dawdled for a long time, carefully moving to Ye Yuansong's study, hesitating for a long time and not knowing how to knock on the door.
"Major General, is it really a good idea to bring that kid back? He has no talent and will only distract you." It was a stranger's voice, seemingly one of Ye Yuansong's subordinates.
Ye Shaoheng was stunned and immediately dared not utter a sound.
"Gan An was suddenly in a car accident, and now Ye Shaoheng is the only one left in the Ye family bloodline." Ye Yuansong's voice came through the door: "We have no choice but to teach him properly. The family must have someone to carry on the family line. This cannot be interrupted."
“But the young master doesn’t seem capable of handling such a great responsibility. He lacks talent and ability; the only thing he can say about him is that he’s hardworking.” The subordinate’s voice sounded somewhat disdainful: “Inferior genes will probably hold him back. You know that, hard work alone won’t cut it.”
"Alright, this is my family matter. You've said too much." Ye Yuansong tapped the table. "It's a good thing to lack talent. The most useful tool is one without thought. You don't need to worry about it."
Damn it, that's why I always hate these kinds of skills when reading novels or watching anime.
There's absolutely no privacy, it's so annoying.
Ye Shaoheng's face finally darkened. He walked to the other version of himself. He already had a resolute appearance, but now his face was cold and his eyes were icy, giving him a serious and fierce look.
"See? This is the real you. I just told you which parts were fake and which were true, and you got angry?" [Ye Shaoheng] laughed smugly. "Shi Yin too. She's just your boss, treating you like a beast of burden, and you're actually happy about it."
Ye Shaoheng remained silent, his hand resting on the shoulder of his other self. To the astonishment of his other self, his thumbnail pressed against [his] neck.
With a swift and clean slash, Ye Shaoheng slit the throat of his other self.
"Seriously, if you know I'm faking it, you should stay away from me, right? Since you're me, don't you know the skill of killing with fingernails?" Ye Shaoheng said, throwing a punch at the throat of his other self with his upper right fist.
The force of the punch was so great that it flattened the neck, and the other self lying on the ground immediately bled from all seven orifices. The words he wanted to say were swallowed back by this blow.
"How annoying."
The surrounding scenery instantly began to change; his childhood self, his grandfather's face, and even the Ye family's faces all began to distort.
"This kind of thing doesn't matter. You don't need to know so many things to live in this world, nor do you need to know so clearly." Ye Shaoheng lowered his head and clenched his fists: "I just need to believe what I want to believe."
"Whether it's escapism or fear, I don't care about all that. I'll believe whatever makes me happy." Ye Shaoheng blinked his sore eyes: "Grandpa loves me, Shi Yin values me, even the King of Heaven would say so."
Suddenly, Ye Shaoheng felt a pain in his shoulder, a familiar sensation that made him instinctively squat down.
"Ye Shaoheng! What are you daydreaming about!"
The scene before him gradually became clear, and the dark hall returned to its original state. Ye Shaoheng turned around and saw Ye Yuansong standing behind him.
Fortunately, Ye Yuansong knocked him, otherwise he would have been slashed by now, with the huge cleaver stuck in the ground right next to his left.
"Too slow! In such a critical moment, you only noticed the clues so late. Ye Shaoheng, is this how I taught you?"
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