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Ignoring the intruder, the illusionist bent down and reached out to pull his roommate up.
She pulled with one hand, but it didn't move.
Seeing that she didn't move, the young woman who indirectly caused this embarrassing situation asked: "Liu Tianyi, what did you do to Ren Shanshan?"
Without any explanation, the illusionist stubbornly stretched out his hands, held Ren Shanshan's hands in his palms, and pulled her up again.
Ren Shanshan instinctively stretched out her other hand to use it to stand up, but she shrank back as if she had been electrocuted when she touched the illusionist's hands.
As she retracted her hands, the illusionist loosened his hands and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I accidentally stepped on you when I opened the door just now."
The cramped dormitory was filled with an awkward atmosphere. After a long while, Ren Shanshan finally woke up from her dream: "I'm fine, Wang Yue, you came so soon."
Wang Yue, who had just come in, adjusted his glasses: "I came to see you and Liu Tianyi. Tianyi, the text message you sent was too scary."
"What kind of text message is this? It's from a fake person again," the Memory Master guessed.
Wang Yue hesitated: "You don't remember"
"I haven't been in a good mental state recently and I can't remember many things." The memory master said casually.
"That night, you suddenly sent me a message saying that you saw Wanting. I was shocked."
"In this university, we are the only two who know Wan Ting. She used to be so close to you. You shouldn't joke with me about this."
"Wanting died five years ago. You saw her jump from the roof of our middle school dormitory building with your own eyes."
"Then," Wang Yue looked at Ren Shanshan awkwardly, "you also sent a message to the counselor, saying that your roommate had become a fake person."
"The counselor took it very seriously and came to your dormitory to check on you. After all, there were rumors online recently that someone committed suicide because of the fake human game. But you suddenly said that it was okay and that it was all just a prank of yours, which pissed off the counselor and made him run away."
The Memory Master asked: "After that, I gave my phone and computer to my boyfriend and locked myself in my dorm for seven days without going out."
Wang Yue nodded slowly.
“Where is he now?”
"I'm in class. It should be Professor Shen's public class on the second floor of the comprehensive building."
Public courses are common basic courses that everyone in university needs to study regardless of their major.
The illusionist stuffed the two books in his hand back into the bookshelf, his eyes wandering among the public course textbooks.
Ren Shanshan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Professor Shen teaches super-birth hair."
If the illusionist had never been to college, she would definitely not understand what Ren Shanshan was saying. After all, the abbreviations that students gave to college courses were mostly strange.
For example, university physics is called big fog, advanced mathematics is called tall trees, and the full name of the course that Ren Shanshan talked about is the birth and development of superpowers.
Without even knowing her real name, the Memory Master was surprised to find that she still had memories of college, but had forgotten the part about herself.
She was in such a hurry during the last kaleidoscope that she didn't pay attention to her memory.
She guessed that the "game" erased the part of the "player's" memory about himself, leaving only the part that was useful for passing the level.
Pulling a book from the bookshelf, putting a pen between the books, the Memory Master put on his coat and went to class.
Wang Yue stopped her and said, "You're just going out like this?"
This sentence is exactly the same as the one Ren Shanshan asked just now, and the expressions on their faces when they asked the questions were similar.
The illusionist really didn't know what to bring with him to the class, so he could only ask humbly: "Did I forget to bring anything?"
“No, you don’t wear makeup.”
This answer made the illusionist re-evaluate Liu Tianyi, and she said without blinking: "I have an allergy and can't put on makeup."
Looking her up and down, Wang Yue was suspicious: "Wanting and the fake person are not all fake, right? It's just an excuse for someone like you who doesn't wear makeup and doesn't go out."
The memory master chuckled and walked out of the dormitory door without looking back.
After asking for directions from a passing classmate, the memory teacher walked slowly towards the comprehensive building. She even had the leisure to recall her campus life.
In her limited recollection, the required course "Super Birth" was quite boring.
It has only been 99 years since the first person with super powers was made public, and people with super powers are a minority in the entire human population.
The results of a census conducted in the country five years ago showed that there were less than 5 million registered people with super powers out of the country's one billion people, accounting for only 0.5% of the country's population.
What's more, not all superpowers are as cool as depicted in pre-New Era superhero comics, and most of them are useless.
For example, the ability to turn an ugly pile of shit into cartoon poop; the ability to turn male mosquitoes within a five-meter radius into female mosquitoes; the ability to make green bananas mature and turn yellow quickly.
Of the three real examples above, only the last one is likely to be of some use, as a person with this superpower can at least find a job dealing with bananas.
This also leads to the fact that most people with super powers are willing to go to big cities to look for opportunities. Even if their super powers are strange and bizarre, they can still be put to good use in big cities.
Danjiang City, where the Memory Master is located, is a big city. The gathering of people with super powers has led to a large number of super-power crimes, providing a lot of work for detectives like the Memory Master.
It is conceivable that her understanding of superpowers is deeper than that of some people with special abilities, so the course of supernatural development is naturally boring to her.
However, what the memory master learned in class certainly did not include "reporting the cause of his or her own death to the professor."
She stood in front of the classroom door on the second floor of the comprehensive building, hesitated for a moment, and decided to listen to what was being said inside.
Professor Shen's penetrating voice came from the crack of the door: "...During the ten years of silence, the superpower war quietly stopped. No one expected that there would be a war without gunpowder afterwards. This is the self-expansion and willfulness of a superpower person..."
"...In the years that followed, the ego religion expanded rapidly and the situation became very serious."
The Memory Master was very familiar with what she was talking about. In the year 5-13 of the New Calendar, a superpower war broke out, followed by a decade of silence.
In the past ten years, no new superpowers were born, and the war ended. In the 24th year of the new calendar, new superpowers were born, and people cherished the hard-earned peace.
Six years later, a superpowered person named Hong Jinsheng founded the Id Church, claiming that he was inspired by God to end the Ten Years of Silence.
He claimed that he knew the origin of super powers and could help everyone in the world gain super powers. Later, Hong Jinsheng died, his remaining followers were arrested, the Id Church was disbanded, and some of its followers turned to underground preaching.
She stood at the door and listened for a while, then slowly pushed the door open.
A dark-skinned, mature-looking male student turned around immediately to look at her when he heard the voice and waved slightly from under the table.
This person must be Brother Hei.
The illusionist tiptoed along the edge of the classroom and sat down next to him. Heige smiled at her foolishly and showed her his phone.
On the phone screen was the chat history between Heige and Wang Yue. Wang Yue told him that Liu Tianyi was coming to the classroom to find him.
The illusionist thought for a moment, then spread his hands up in front of Brother Hei and mouthed the words: cell phone.
Brother Hei suddenly realized what was going on, and without any hesitation, he handed her his phone and kindly helped her scroll through her chat history with Wang Yue.
The memory master remained silent. It seemed that the incident of checking chat records had happened countless times between this young couple, so much so that Brother Hei had developed a habit of it.
She mouthed again: My cell phone.
Heige still didn’t understand.
Helplessly, the illusionist could only lower his voice and say: "My phone and computer."
No matter how low the voice was, it was still very obvious in the dull and silent classroom, causing Professor Shen to look in their direction.
"...As we all know, no matter what kind of superpower it is, there are one or more conditions for activation..."
Brother Hei avoided Professor Shen's gaze like a guilty thief, turned around, took out a mobile phone from his backpack and handed it to her.
My phone won't turn on and needs to be charged urgently.
The Memory Master didn't make any more sounds. She realized that Professor Shen was a teacher who paid great attention to discipline.
There were at least three classes of students in the huge tiered classroom. Some were sleeping and some were playing with their cell phones during class, but no one dared to make any extra noise.
Pulling a piece of draft paper from Brother Hei's desk, the Memory Master wrote: Where is my computer? Can you lend me my power bank?
Brother Hei drew a line under the word "computer": I didn't bring it with me, I'll get it for you when I go back to the dormitory.
The memory master took the pen and wanted to ask him something. As soon as the ball of the ballpoint pen touched the paper, he heard a "dong" sound.
The power bank was accidentally dropped by Hei Ge at the feet of the Memory Master.
"The female student who just came in."
Professor Shen’s stern voice seemed to pierce Heige’s brain, and after picking up the power bank, he banged his head against the bottom of the table, making a loud noise even louder than the power bank falling.
First, he pulled the black man who was covering the back of his head out from under the table, and then the illusionist stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry to interrupt your lecture."
"That's not what I'm talking about." Professor Shen pushed his glasses down his nose and asked, "Did you come to class on Monday?"
The Memory Master couldn't say that I didn't come to the substitute class I found, so she could only lie: "I did."
Professor Shen nodded: "Do you remember what I taught on Monday?"
No wonder no one in the classroom dared to speak, the Memory Master complained in her heart, and she answered straightly: "I remember."
"Very good." Professor Shen nodded with satisfaction. "Then let me test you. Let's start with a simple one. What is the abbreviation of the pseudo-human detection department?"
What is this? The pupils of the illusionist are shaking. What is this? ...
She spent five seconds searching her memory, but could not find any information about this department. She even heard the word "fake person" from Ren Shanshan this morning.
The Memory Master looked down at the textbook "The Birth and Development of Superpowers" on the table. The book was the same color as the one she used in school, and even the cover looked almost the same.
Could it be that five years after she graduated, the textbooks were revised and added things that she didn't even know about?
The memory artist's hand touched the cover, and she tried to dig out the publisher and editor of the book from five years ago from her distant memory.
"Don't flip through the books!" Professor Shen said sternly, scaring Heige.
This shout woke the illusionist up, and she looked up at the middle-aged female professor with short, neat hair.
The overly realistic scenes and vivid characters made her completely forget that this was a game. She came here just to pass the level, and a pseudo-human setting in the game could not stump her.
She was thinking about the words "pseudo-human detection department", detect—detect, department—department.
What about pseudo-person? The memory teacher doesn't know this word, but she knows that the root word in English that describes something fake or pseudo is pseudo, for example, pseudo-scientific means pseudoscience.
Facing Professor Shen's impatient gaze, the Memory Master made a wild guess: "It's PDD"
The expression on Professor Shen's face looked a little better. "No, it's DDD, the pseudo-man, the doppelganger. But this is not an English class after all, so it's normal that I can't remember everything."
So you knew this wasn't an English class, the Memory Master secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to sit down, Professor Shen spoke again: "Let me test you again. What should you do if you meet a fake person pretending to be someone you know?"
"Report to the pseudo-human detection department." The illusionist spoke nonsense numbly.
Professor Shen said earnestly: "Pretend you didn't notice it was a fake person, treat it as if it were someone you know, and report to DDD when you are away from it and are sure you are safe."
The illusionist nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, just wanting to deal with Professor Shen. Professor Shen was quite satisfied with her and mercifully let her sit down.
As soon as her pants touched the chair, two questions flashed through her mind: How to report to DDD what should I do if the fake person pretends to be me?
With a thump, the Memory Master stood up, determined to be a good student who dared to ask questions. At the same time, the bell rang.
Professor Shen and her water cup disappeared at the speed of light through the side door next to the blackboard, faster than any other student in the classroom.
The illusionist glanced at the confused Heige and asked without hope: "Do you know what to do if you meet a fake person pretending to be you?"
"Ah," Heige looked confused, "What did you say? What fake person? Is this your game?"
“The one Professor Shen asked just now.”
"Professor Shen asked you about the abbreviation of the Superpower Management Department."
The illusionist felt a chill on his back: "What about the second question?"
"Five characteristics of the Ben-I Church and its anonymous church, and the reporting process after discovery."
The illusionist stared at her "boyfriend" and felt a chill running through her heart.
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