87. Mysterious Dream Fairy Tale (10)
Congratulations on becoming a qualified human being.
The kitten lowered its head, its fists clenched tightly amidst the laughter of its classmates, its eyes growing increasingly dark and sinister.
The next second, it suddenly raised the piggy bank in its hand and slammed it to the ground.
A loud bang was heard, and the entire classroom fell silent.
They looked at the kitten, whose emotions were running high and whose eyes were red, and then at the piggy bank that had been thrown to the ground.
Surprisingly, this seemingly fragile piggy bank did not shatter into a pile of irreparable porcelain shards.
Instead, under their watchful eyes, it rolled around several times, finally gently swaying and stopping at the foot of the kitten's desk.
"bite--"
The piggy bank clattered against the table leg.
"Why didn't it break?" a child asked in surprise.
"Yeah, the kitten could have smashed it to pieces in no time before!"
"Little cat, did you forget to eat before coming to class this morning?"
"Little cat, is it because you can't bear to part with this awful human?"
"He doesn't love you at all! Pick him up and throw him again!"
"Pick it up quickly, then drop it again!"
"Fall again!!"
"..."
The jeers in the classroom grew louder and louder. Qin Fu'an steadied himself and stood up again, then couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
Is there any difference between this overwhelming malice and those annoying brats in real life?
In this dream world, these toys have become deeply entrenched in hatred; they have transformed into the very people they once despised.
Stubborn hatred makes them ugly and distorted, and they increasingly resemble a truly malicious child.
He looked down at the mottled, fine cracks on his body. If he hadn't carefully repaired the other person's internal body in Fairy Tale City during the day, he might have died in a daze by now.
What a ridiculous and nonsensical logic, just like every child who doesn't act according to logic and reason.
Amidst the jeers and jeers, Qin Fu'an glanced indifferently at the sunflower doll that had framed him, then stood up and walked out on his own.
Probably no one, including the toys, expected him to leave so abruptly. So, in the classroom where all the sounds had abruptly stopped, all the toys and dolls stared blankly at his small figure walking towards the door.
"The kitten, is it gone?"
"Kitten, is he angry?"
"kitten……"
Amidst the cacophony of questions, the kitten suddenly snapped out of its daze, hurriedly pushed aside its chair, and chased after them.
Then they successfully stopped Qin Fu'an at the door.
"Stop right there!!" The child's innocent voice was a little shrill.
Qin Fu'an looked up and met its gaze, then turned and walked towards the podium.
The kitten froze again, not understanding what he was going to do.
Qin Fu'an picked up a piece of chalk from the ground. Seeing this, the teacher reached out and picked it up with great interest, asking curiously, "Are you going to write on the blackboard?"
After Qin Fu'an nodded, the teacher took the initiative to use his palm to support his body and bring him closer to the clean blackboard.
Before putting pen to paper, Qin Fu'an looked at the kitten, then turned to look at the toy children in the classroom who were staring blankly at him with their faces upturned.
Soon, the sound of chalk scratching on the blackboard rang out, and white, freehand chalk writing gradually appeared on the blackboard.
"Perhaps you need a mirror to see your ugly and hideous selves right now."
A sentence, so blunt as to make no attempt to conceal its disgust, appeared stroke by stroke on the blackboard.
Below the stage, some toy children had already stood up angrily.
"What right do you have to talk to us like that?!" A child clutched his toy tightly, glaring at Qin Fu'an with a sinister look, and gritted his teeth as he questioned, "Do you want to die a more painful death? Is that why you're deliberately provoking us?"
"Little cat, do you want to know the answer about love?" Qin Fu'an wrote another line on the blackboard, completely unaffected by the furious toy children.
The kitten standing at the classroom door stared at him in astonishment and confusion, as if it hadn't come to its senses and didn't know why its piggy bank had suddenly turned into this unfamiliar shape.
But as Qin Fu'an wrote on the blackboard, the kitten's dark green eyes widened involuntarily, its gaze fixed intently on the chalk Qin Fu'an was holding.
Perhaps it wasn't just the kitten; all the toys in the classroom were watching, because they also wanted to know what the standard answer to the teacher's question was.
[Answer: Kill them when you love them most.]
How can we gain lasting love from humanity?
The answer is simple: kill them when you love them most.
In just a few words, Qin Fu'an wrote with murderous intent, each stroke seemingly carrying an inescapable stench of blood.
The classroom fell completely silent.
All the toy children stared blankly at the words. Some blinked slowly, some repeated them in confusion, and some, after a brief moment of astonishment, suddenly had bright eyes.
But when Qin Fu'an looked around, what he saw were mostly young faces with subconscious frowns and disapproval.
He was not surprised at all.
After all, if these toys weren't so contradictory—loved but unattainable, hated but not completely—would the "Strange Dream Fairy Tale" dungeon even exist?
If they hated more deeply and were more murderous, Fairy Tale City would have become a killing city long ago.
Unaware of their own vulnerability, exaggerated hatred, stubbornness over unrequited love, and resentment deeper than hatred—this is the true nature of the toys in Fairy Tale City.
They crave love, yet fail to recognize their own identity.
They plotted revenge, but could only fall into the illusion of dreams time and time again.
To be honest, Qin Fu'an already understood why this was a competitive event.
Because the toys are not very powerful and the dungeon difficulty is not high enough, a competition mechanism is introduced to force players to fight each other and forcibly reach the hard level of the dungeon.
Although many factors remain uncertain, Qin Fu'an is quite certain that he has indeed seen the essence of this instance.
A group of hurt toys, lacking love, gather together to barely survive while dreaming dreams that can never come true.
It's both pitiful and tragic.
Like a group of abandoned, homeless little vagrants, they huddled together, using dreams to prolong their emotions and memories, while living in a daze and confusion.
"..." The classroom remained silent for a long time.
The fairy tale coin teacher's gentle eyes were melted by a relieved smile. She placed Qin Fu'an on the podium and then clapped her hands gently.
"Your answer is absolutely correct."
The teacher sighed and praised, "Congratulations on becoming a qualified human being."
As its sound faded, whispers filled the classroom again. The toy children below the stage exchanged incredulous glances, wondering why the toy could answer the question they had pondered for so long so easily.
And another thing, why is the answer to this question so... unimaginable and unacceptable to them?
"Teacher, why?" asked the slow-thinking pig-shaped pillow, looking bewildered.
"Because he is human." A similarly childish, yet extremely cold, voice rang out in the classroom.
Everyone looked over and saw the sunflower boy.
Ignoring the astonished and puzzled looks from the other toy children, it raised its eyes and stared straight at Qin Fu'an on the podium, its lips pressed into a straight line, and it didn't say anything more for a long time.
Looking at his cold and stubborn appearance, Qin Fu'an couldn't help but feel a slight stirring in his heart.
He sensed too much familiarity from this toy child. Once or twice could be a coincidence, but so many times, to explain it as a coincidence would be far too far-fetched.
Since he had some doubts, Qin Fu'an naturally wanted to test him. He thought for a moment and nodded to the boy.
That's right, because I am human.
"...What does that mean?" Even the clever little fox keychain was a bit confused now.
Are they speaking some other species' language? Otherwise, why can't I understand a single word?
Qin Fu'an looked at the sunflower boy, his small figure reflected in his deep green eyes. He dropped the chalk, took over the role of the fairy tale coin teacher, and naturally reached out to signal the other boy to answer in more detail.
The little sunflower who works as a doctor in Fairy Tale City inexplicably followed Qin Fu'an's simple guiding action in class. Her childish voice deepened slightly as she said coldly, "After all this time, don't you understand? Only those of your own kind will be accepted and recognized!"
He suddenly looked up and stared at the two people on the podium.
A fairytale coin teacher, and a piggy bank shaped like a lucky cat.
Although neither of them looked human and they were completely different, they appeared terrifyingly similar to each other in its eyes at this moment.
A seemingly gentle but actually malicious character leads the toy children into deeper hatred, manipulating all the toys' emotions and moods at will.
One person appears to be at the bottom of the food chain, in constant danger of dying, but in reality, he always manages to stay in control. He can not only stir up trouble and expose conflicts with a single sentence, but also stand on the podium, leisurely watching the show from a superior position.
The little sunflower suddenly clenched its fingers, hiding the vague unease in its heart, and said coldly to the other toy children in the classroom who were still stunned: "Only humans can understand human emotions. Humans will never empathize with pets, toys, or other creatures, just like we will never be able to answer this question!"
"But...the teacher knows the correct answer," a toy-wielding child weakly argued.
That's because—
"That's because the teacher succeeded using this method before." The fairy tale coin teacher's gentle voice cut off the little sunflower's words that were about to come out.
His voice held a hint of amusement as he met the incredulous gazes of the group of children. He chuckled softly, resting one elbow on the podium, and leaned forward, calmly observing the group of kids below. He began to speak slowly and deliberately:
"The teacher once had a human he loved very much, but I know that human love is the hardest thing to last. So when the other person loved me the most, I killed him. In this way, this love will never change for eternity and will always remain at its freshest and most passionate moment."
The toy children in the audience were completely bewildered.
The teacher... doesn't seem like someone with such a scary personality...
The fairy tale coin teacher stared intently at the little sunflower that had stood up, and asked it with a smile, "And what about you? You said only humans can know the answer, so could the teacher hear your answer?"
For some reason, at that moment, Little Sunflower subconsciously looked at Qin Fu'an, who was standing next to the teacher's elbow and also had a slight smile on his lips.
“…I don’t know,” the little sunflower replied softly. “I don’t love humans, nor do I need humans to love me.”
It is not a toy discarded by humans, nor does it have the heart of a toy. Therefore, it has joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, but it does not understand the so-called love and hate at all.
[Author's Note]
Yunzai: (Coolly) I don't need human love.
Anzai: (Thoughtfully) What a coincidence, I'm not human, so can you be my wife and kiss me?
Yunzai: (blushing) (nodding) (standing on tiptoe)
Yunzai: *kiss*
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Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution:
No 123 10 bottles;
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3 bottles of Yu hanggg;
A lone boat in the clear rain, time, and a bottle of drunken fish;
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