"Who is this player? Why does his way of speaking sound so familiar to me? It's like he's engraved in my mind..."
“Don’t carve randomly!”
"No, it really sounds familiar. It's just like..."
Perhaps they had given up struggling, or perhaps they were afraid that attacking would interrupt the communication between the two people over there, the players stood there, looking at each other, not daring to take action at all.
When facing Su Mingan's flax, an indignant look appeared on his face:
"Doctor!" she shouted, her tone becoming heavier:
"——You say this method is useless, but there are so many outstanding students and so many satisfied parents. Is their current happy life fake?
Do you know how grateful the parents of those students were after they were discharged from the hospital? Do you know how successful those outstanding students have become now? - This is the correct correction method. There is no treatment process without pain. You are too naive, doctor! "
Su Mingan shook his head.
"They are no longer independent people," he said. "Your treatment was successful, and they have become what you wanted them to be, but unfortunately, they have lost the most important thing about themselves - they have lost their aura and are just extensions of people's limbs, turning as silent gears."
He looked at the flax and spoke with increasing emphasis:
"They have become the increasingly numerous shadowy figures in the world, and have become, in a literal sense, the neutral and peaceful existence, Mr. Ya." He said:
"If it's just to continue your family name and satisfy your emotional needs, then indeed, they will be your most qualified props after they are trained... but they are not human beings.
——Your treatment has successfully completed your enslavement of the children and made them forget the reason for building the tower. Congratulations."
Ya Ma's anger rose little by little: "Doctor, you——"
"I saw a blood wall on the first floor of the corridor." Su Mingan did not listen to her anger and interrupted her directly, his words becoming more radical: "I saw many slogans claiming to fight to the death.
——Why are those children here, writing these things?
Where did they go today and where did they go?
They are willing to "fight to the death" for the expectations of others. Why are they forced into this situation?
If success is only achieved through a successful “fight”, then who did they become a projection of in the end?”
"I will not deny their efforts or their lofty ambitions. They are fighting for themselves, that's true." Su Ming'an said, "But, Mr. Ya, the method you used is completely wrong."
[Current persuasion progress: 50%]
Flax looked at him.
The blood light was still surrounding her, but it showed no sign of emitting.
"To educate a person is to cultivate him into an independent life, not to shape a toy." Su Mingan said: "I am very fortunate that my father shaped me today, and I am also very fortunate that I have become who I am now - but those children, they actually don't know that they have possibilities other than that.
Because of you, because of your actions, they didn’t even have the chance to see the light of day, and were forced to fall into the bottom of the well.
Only the words you say are correct, and only if you obey them will you avoid the electric shock, and only if you keep obeying them will you get candy."
"They have become the projection of your desires, Mr. Ya." He said, "What you cultivate is not elites at all. Elites need their own thoughts and independent personalities. What you cultivate are just standardized figures - just like what I saw in the night classroom, those completely identical figures, only the uniform black figures are left."
[Current persuasion progress: 75%]
"...What should we do?" Ya Ma suddenly asked.
"Stop the coercive approach and let go of freedom." Su Mingan smiled and said, "If possible, I would prefer... people no longer have heavy shackles, no longer be trapped in the mechanized world, and no longer need to treat dreams as just dreams.
I hope to see the spirit of everyone, see them fight for themselves, see them make independent choices, and see them face themselves.
Even in such a world... I still hope to see these bright spots, rather than letting them drift away because of the background of the times.
As teachers, doctors, and beacons, what we should do is not to suppress, but to promote. Not to correct, but to guide.
The environment is difficult to change, but people can keep their true hearts.
——Do you think I am right, Mr. Yam?"
…
[Current persuasion progress: 100%]
…
The players watched this scene and listened to the whole thing.
The sound of weapons falling to the ground echoed in the quiet classroom, and someone actually let go of his weapon as he listened.
Mo Yan opened his mouth, looking at the scene, his head buzzing.
...He had never thought that his elder brother could say such words at this time.
After he said this, his identity as the eldest brother could no longer be concealed.
"...Su Mingan."
I don't know where this voice came from.
Soon after, similar voices, mixed with astonishment and realization, arose in many places.
“…It’s him.”
"……really."
"He's the only one who can say that."
“…”
"Perhaps I shouldn't have made a conclusion so early. The number one player... is still the number one player after all."
"Fakes are not worthy of being accepted by the public. I should have sensed something was wrong earlier."
"Should I say it's lucky or unlucky... I actually witnessed such a funny and unfunny scene in the dungeon."
"We must be lucky." Someone said, "We are saved."
...saved.
His words awakened everyone who was still immersed in despair.
Similar thoughts arose in everyone's mind.
When they saw the "number one player" being knocked away by the boss's attack, they couldn't shake off the sense of disobedience.
When they saw this scene and heard these words, they suddenly understood that their hopes, from the beginning to the end, were not wrong.
——This is the person he should be.
The number one player should be Su Mingan.
They are in the same copy.
It should be lucky.
...saved.
…
"Your point of view is very unique, Dr. Baisha," said Yama.
Her slender white hands curled the ends of her hair, and her delicate fingertips twisted the hair into a circle.
"Have I impressed you, Teacher Baisha?" Su Mingan asked.
“…” Ya Ma was silent for a moment.
"...I cannot deny that you touched me." She suddenly laughed, "I am easy to talk to, so I was moved by you. If it were other teachers, they would not be like me."
"Like the teachers on the third, fourth, and fifth days?"
"Yes." Yam's fingers stretched forward.
Su Mingan did not dodge.
Her fingers gently touched his chest, like a dragonfly touching the water.
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