Chapter 11
Ivan... well, anyway, he's someone Ye Yihe doesn't know, but the bad thing is that the other person does know him.
Not only did they recognize each other, but they also showed great favor to each other. Listen to the respectful yet affectionate words they spoke; this teacher didn't consider the original owner of the body as their assistant at all.
Was it because the original owner's musical skills were too outstanding? Ye Yihe wondered. If this teacher Ivan were to hear the noise of him sawing wood again, he might be expelled from the school.
When Su Mengzhi saw that the teacher she was supposed to take Ye Yihe to see was already standing there, she wisely took her precious violin and slipped away.
Before slipping away, she had intended to explain Yeikh's situation to Ivan Goncharov, "Professor Goncharov, I'm sure you know that Professor Mikhail Popov suffers from dissociative identity disorder, and right now his second personality is dominating his body, therefore..."
The language used was naturally Russian. Ye Yihe was grateful to her for helping him explain, but also ashamed that he was ruining the original owner's reputation... The system should be able to solve this problem.
[This system is an emergency device; it can only rationalize the original owner's memories.] Hearing Ye Yihe's muttered thoughts, the system popped up to remind him, [It cannot objectively modify the world—including the memories of other people.]
[...Then why did you give me information about other people's contact?] Ye Yihe said incredulously.
Doesn't this mean that if the other party simply asks the person involved, the truth will be laid bare before them...?
Could it be... that he's supposed to silence all the witnesses while doing a good deed? No way, that makes no sense.
[…This…] the system stammered, [Memory rationalization is one aspect; the original owner usually wouldn't deliberately go back and delve into events that have already occurred and whose logic is clear.]
[Furthermore, even if he discovers something amiss, he won't be able to deal with "himself"—and once the resurrection points are full and the host leaves, everything will return to normal—and this system guarantees it will also benefit the original owner!]
Ye Yihe thought for a moment, "[It would be best if it were as you said.]"
Before Ivan Goncharov could finish listening to Su Mengzhi's explanation, he nodded knowingly and said, "I am aware of the situation, please do not worry."
Hearing this, Su Mengzhi left with peace of mind.
Getting into this music academy wasn't easy, and she still needs to find a place to practice diligently.
Ye Yihe was left alone to face Ivan, the teacher who had covered for him for some unknown reason. "…………"
To be honest, he was already considering which part of the body would be the best to start with, without causing any lasting damage.
How could a teacher possibly know about a split personality? It's clearly a lie he made up on the spot.
The man before me, Ivan Goncharov, was quite tall and dressed in a very elegant suit with a woolen overcoat; his cuffs and brooches gleamed in the sunlight, clearly indicating their high cost.
He himself had light, pale hair that was almost silvery-white, which fell smoothly down his back and swayed slightly with his steps. Beneath his elegant and noble Eastern European appearance, the eyes that were looking at him were also a beautiful silvery-gray, and were now slightly curved.
"It's quite surprising that you have a dual personality."
The two were very close. Ivan Goncharov leaned down slightly and looked at Yeikh. When he spoke again, he was speaking Chinese, which was very standard and fluent, with almost no accent.
"So, how should I address you as the second personality?"
It was obvious that Ivan, the teacher who was fluent in Chinese, had overheard his conversation with Su Mengzhi.
But while saying "it's surprising," he didn't show any surprise. Instead, he spoke in a tone of "since you explain it this way, I'll just keep playing along," as if they were dancing a tacit ballroom dance, continuing the lie without anyone knowing.
Ye Yihe: "..."
Thinking about it that way, it makes sense. Didn't the original owner change aliases and identities several times and travel all over Russia? If this person had known the original owner beforehand, they would probably have thought it was just a deliberate setup.
I'm very sorry, although he made up the story of dual personality, the real situation is much more complicated than that.
"Just call him Mikhail."
How could Ye Yihe reveal his real name? As he put the work ID back in his pocket, he casually used the name on it. "Did you come all this way to see me because you need something?"
"No, actually nothing's wrong."
Ivan Goncharov straightened up. "I'm just worried about whether you're in a difficult situation."
The tricky situation... does it mean his fake identity has been discovered? Ye Yihe wasn't sure, but it certainly wasn't related to his second personality; he had made it up on the spot.
He hadn't met this teacher Ivan at the church, which meant that the original owner had only recently met him.
Otherwise, given how much this person values him, it's unlikely they would let him stay in that church for so long without coming to find him.
"You seem to have a close relationship with me,"
Since the other party was following his fabricated scenario, Ye Yihe was naturally willing to continue using this reason to explain the flaws.
He frowned in distress, his gaze towards the other person revealing doubt.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have the memories of another version of myself... Could you please introduce yourself again?"
"This was truly my oversight,"
A hint of melancholy appeared between Ivan Goncharov's brows, as if he were indeed quite guilty about his failure to fulfill his responsibilities.
“My name is Ivan Goncharov. I am captivated by everything about you and am willing to be your shield, your spear, and the corpses that your enemies must tread over.”
Ivan Goncharov placed one hand on his chest. "After that, you promised me a reward."
Ye Yihe: "...A reward?"
"Yes, this is the highest reward imaginable—"
Even while still speaking Chinese, Ivan Goncharov's tone was like that of someone singing a grand opera, or a mournful yet expectant aria: "I will reach supreme happiness, ah, utterly freed from this vile, chaotic, contradictory, incomprehensible distortion and suffering—"
"How exactly do I do that?" Ye Yihe asked humbly. "What is the supreme happiness you desire?"
"————"
As if gears were stuck, Ivan Goncharov's words came to an abrupt halt.
He seemed a little stunned, but then his silver eyes focused on Ye Yihe. "It's you," he replied.
"You will achieve the supreme happiness I desire, simply because you are a being beyond all that is unknown in this world, just as a god leads the foolish me to the blissful Eden. In this world abandoned by the Lord, you are the true—"
"The real God?"
Ye Yihe sighed softly as he took over the conversation. "So, how does the other me intend to guide you to Eden? I'm sorry, I don't know what the other me would do."
During his time as a priest, he learned how devout the people of this country were in their religious faith. Even if they were poor and dressed in rags, they would do their best to present themselves properly before the icons and bow respectfully.
But at this moment, Ye Yihe did not expect that the original owner of this body would be regarded as a god by the young man in front of him who looked like a nobleman.
Is it some kind of mind control...?
When confronted with Yeikh's question, Ivan Goncharov paused briefly, perhaps wondering why Yeikh insisted on continuing to play the role of a dual personality—but after only a moment, he, who believed in the person in front of him completely, chose to tell the truth.
"Wait until all conditions are ripe,"
Ivan Goncharov raised his hand and traced a circle slightly with his fingertips over a certain area of his brain.
“You will personally cut out this part of my brain that senses misfortune.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Yihe's eyes widened instantly.
Wait a minute?!
"From that day forward, misfortune vanished from my life, and you—"
"I won't do it," Ye Yihe interrupted firmly.
Performing surgery directly on the other person's brain, removing a specific area of the brain?
What a joke! This only reminded him of the lobotomy he had once witnessed—a brutal and inhumane procedure where an ice pick was used to penetrate the patient's brain directly through the base of the eye socket without anesthesia and stir it up…
Hold on, just thinking about it gives me the creeps.
The original owner of this body actually planned to apply this surgery to the silver-haired youth in front of him.
Even if the original owner of this body could actually precisely remove the so-called "area of perception of misfortune," Ye Yihe still couldn't accept it!
Judging from Ivan Goncharov's current state, he may be particularly pessimistic and prone to getting stuck on things—but it's not serious enough to require physical means to solve the problem.
"you……"
Ivan Goncharov looked surprised, not understanding why his master, who had been smiling and telling him that this would solve all problems, was now clearly telling him that he wouldn't do it.
“If you’re asking why,” Ye Yihe said, frowning, “I am his second personality, and I don’t want to treat you like this.”
Ivan Goncharov was taken aback. "You don't want to...?"
I originally thought the concept of a second personality was just a special setting for this fake identity, but judging from the different attitudes towards him now, could this concept be true?
“Yes,” Ye Yihe nodded.
After a slight hesitation, he still revealed some of his personal thoughts.
"I wouldn't dare say that I've ever been particularly unhappy, but at least I believe that happiness and unhappiness need to complement each other to reveal their value."
Those who have only experienced happiness will not know that they are surrounded by happiness.
A person who lingers in unhappiness will not realize how unfortunate their past was until they come into contact with happiness—they will only live numbly in each day without expectation until someone is willing to take their hand.
Ivan Goncharov remained silent.
He seemed to have taken Ye Yihe's words to heart and was now racking his brains to think.
"I remember you have class this afternoon, right? Go to class first."
Ye Yihe paused for a moment, then said, "Let me make this clear first, I won't make a sound, and you can't expect me to play the cello in class."
He neither speaks Russian nor plays the cello; both are advanced skills that are impossible to learn on the spot.
“It’s alright,” Ivan Goncharov replied instinctively, still pondering. “Even if you don’t want to come to class with me, it’s fine. This is just an identity to make things easier for you here…”
"Ah, this sounds good," Ye Yihe said, his worries mostly resolved and his mood much more relaxed, "but I still have to show my face, I can't go too far."
Besides, he can't just stay put forever; otherwise, how will he discover the good things that need his help?
Just like that church last time, who would have thought to start with the bishop... but by some twist of fate, we stumbled upon it.
However, even though the bishop came to talk to him several times, he could only remain silent and had no way to build a relationship with him—language is truly a required course.
Just like this teacher Ivan, whose Chinese is incredibly fluent—no wonder it's a prestigious music academy that recruits international students; even the teachers have such high literary skills.
Well, if he needs to stay for a long time this time, I'll ask Teacher Ivan to teach him Russian.
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