79: Chapter 37 “Suppose…
79: Chapter 37 “Suppose…
“Perhaps there simply is no underlying principle?”
He smacked his lips, holding his pen aloft all this while, and after much hesitation, he still did not write down the sentence which felt extrely bizarre even with a re glance: “Tomato sauce is plaster.”
Having written down that entry, Lin Yi narrowed his eyes and pondered over it again and again.
Confirming it was approximately correct, he then put down his pen.
Next, he reached into his pocket.
He pulled out two slips of paper, which contained more information than a sticky note, but essentially similar.
One slip of paper was folded very neatly, the other was also well-folded, just a bit wrinkled.
Lin Yi flipped through them briefly to get a vague impression.
His gaze lingered on the second point of the first slip of paper, reflective.
“The horoom teacher seems off, but I can’t pinpoint where exactly.
Be cautious around the horoom teacher, her eyes can turn yellow.”
He rembered that the horoom teacher had been in contact with food containing tomato sauce—whether she ate it or not, contact was made.
“Golden yellow eyes, golden eyes…
Tch!”
“Could it be that eating food containing tomato sauce turns one’s eyes gold?”
“This…
What’s the principle behind that?” Thinking this, he shook his head.
Tomato sauce turning into plaster under the sun was already far-fetched, so instead of pondering the principle, it was better to accept the concept.
“That said…
Have I unconsciously co to accept the concept that ‘tomato sauce turns into plaster’?!”
At this thought, Lin Yi shuddered intensely.
The mont he contemplated accepting the concept of “tomato sauce will turn into plaster,” a terrifying inspiration flashed through his mind like lightning tearing through the night sky, related to “cognition” but very vague to him.
But this inspiration was fleeting and he couldn’t grasp it no matter how hard he tried!
He frustratingly ran his fingers through his hair and then propped his chin, rhythmically tapping the paper with his pen in the other hand.
He glanced at the other wrinkled slip of paper, lost in thought.
He had taken this paper from the horoom teacher’s office, and it bore the sa sentence written in various handwriting styles: “I am the horoom teacher.”
He unfolded and smoothed out this paper, then placed them together.
His gaze moved back and forth between the two slips of paper.
Now in his mind, there was a third clue—the horoom teacher’s office bin contained food with tomato elents, presumably tomato at sauce pasta.
Putting these three clues together, could he find sothing useful?
Golden eyes, tomato at sauce pasta, “I am the horoom teacher”…
“‘I am the horoom teacher,’ ‘I am the horoom teacher,’ ‘I am the horoom teacher’…”
He repeated the phrase to himself.
Wei Liang noticed him and nudged him with an elbow, unable to refrain from saying, “Old Lin, what are you muttering about?
What’s this ‘I am the horoom teacher’?
You’re not delusional, are you?
You’re a student, right?”
Lin Yi’s train of thought was montarily interrupted as he looked at Wei Liang and said, “Ah, I know I’m a student.
Wasn’t I just pondering a problem?”
“Wait…!!”
“I’m a student?
I am a student…”
“I…
am a student!”
Lin Yi suddenly mumbled sothing, with emphasis on every word—”I·am·a·student.”
His eyes settled on “I am the horoom teacher.”
“‘I am a student’…
That’s what a student would say.”
“‘I am the horoom teacher’…
That’s what a horoom teacher would say.”
If he approached it from that angle, Lin Yi instantly felt as if he had cleared the fog to see the clear sky.
“Hey, hey, hey, Old Lin, are you sure you’re okay?” Wei Liang looked at him worriedly.
Since a mont ago, Lin Yi seed a bit off.
Lin Yi looked at him cheerily and chuckled, “It’s nothing, it’s nothing!
Thanks to you, I figured sothing out.
You rest for a bit, let sort through this…”
After finishing his words, he no longer paid attention to Wei Liang and turned his focus to the slip of paper with “I am the horoom teacher.”‘
There was one point he had continuously forgotten to consider.
The handwriting on the paper varied, so neat, so ssy, so simply a wild blur of blue ink.
The student’s code ntioned how to deal with certain special situations: by reminding oneself of one’s own na and student ID internally.
So could there also be a “Horoom Teacher’s Code”?
And perhaps, within that code, there’s an ergency where the horoom teacher, when faced with such a situation, would need to keep writing “I am the horoom teacher” on paper?
“Is it ‘a firm will,’ a conviction that one truly is ‘the horoom teacher’?” he murmured.
“Like…”
“Like when I went to the bathroom last night, only by firmly believing the front is Class B1, and before Class B1 is the bathroom, was there a bathroom?”
“By believing unwaveringly that one is the horoom teacher, does that make one the horoom teacher?”
“And could tomato sauce…
distort this will?”
Lin Yi was reminded of sothing else.
When he acquired his student ID card, the horoom teacher told him, her students are those with “student IDs,” and her own horoom teacher was the person wearing “Horoom Teacher-B2-039” on their chest.
“So having the ‘ID card’ is the physical condition to confirm one’s identity, and a ‘steadfast belief’ is the psychological condition to confirm the identity?”
“Moreover, it seems just having the ‘ID card’ isn’t enough; ‘will’ is also needed!”
“That’s why the student code ntioned that losing the student ID card is a troubleso issue!”
“Similarly, if a horoom teacher loses the ‘ID card’ or their ‘firm belief’ in their own identity…
it would also be a very troubleso situation!”
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