172: Chapter 60 Who am I?_3 172: Chapter 60 Who am I?_3 “How many planks have been replaced on your ship?
Is it still the sa ship that set sail?”
No crew mber could provide an answer.
Just as no one could tell Qiluo if she was still her past self.
Her appearance had changed, her personality had changed, and even the way she spoke had changed.
mories from her past life, as proof of her own identity, remained in her heart—but was that the only defining elent?
It was equally reasonable to say she was a different individual with the sa mories, or a cyber specter that had taken over the original consciousness.
Following this train of thought, he turned it upon himself.
What about the individual nad Gongsun Ce?
His heart had been replaced two weeks ago, one of the skills he utilized was the Impermanence Skill bestowed upon him by another, and his wounds had been nded countless tis with white matter – who knew how much of his current body truly belonged to “Gongsun Ce” himself.
Was he still the sa person from the past?
He was a college student, not a scientist, let alone a philosopher.
It was utterly impossible for him to clarify a question that countless sages had failed to answer.
Therefore, Gongsun Ce decided to address the girl’s doubts in a simple and crude manner befitting a student.
“Speaking of which, Miss Qiluo.
Why did you choose that na for yourself after losing your mory?”
“…Actually, it was the first word I rembered.
I subconsciously thought it was my na.”
“Then why did you continue to sing after losing your mory?”
Qiluo said with puffed cheeks, “I’ve always loved singing.
Besides, I’ve practiced for so long, I couldn’t forget the songs!”
The first word she recalled was the title of her new album.
Even if she had forgotten the past, the songs she practiced routinely had not been forgotten.
With dedication like yours, even the harshest critic couldn’t deny you were an idol, could they?
“I can’t know how you feel about it, but to , whether you’ve lost your mory or whatever your appearance may be—”
The Qiluo he knew had co into existence because of an experintal accident and originally did not exist in reality.
Yet even she, as epheral as a phantom, had things she couldn’t forget.
The pink-haired girl looked up, her eyes reflecting the young man’s gentle smile.
“You’ve always been the idol miss who loves to sing,” Qiluo said softly.
“…Do you like my songs?”
To be honest, Qiluo’s singing was not as lodious as Xingli’s.
However, she was not asking for a critique of quality, but rather a matter of preference.
In that case—
“I’m your fan, Miss Qiluo.”
The pink-haired girl gazed at him blankly for a mont, then suddenly sprang forward with a “waah.”
“Thank you, Gongsun Ce!!”
“You’re still like this even with your mory restored?!
Miss Qiluo, I appreciate your kindness, but please think of my reputation as well!!”
“A near-fatal hug for a fan.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have tried to act cool with that line!!”
He ultimately had to use his superpower to pull away.
For so reason, the pink-haired girl seed very happy.
“Gongsun Ce, can I still stay in the club in the future?”
“Thinking of quitting just a few days after joining?
Not a chance, Kardesia’s club president won’t let you go without approval.”
“It’s because of that it turned out this way—”
“You’ve helped everyone so much, let’s call it even.”
“But I still feel…”
Qiluo looked like she couldn’t quite let go.
The Superpower User recalled the excuse he had made when leaving ho.
“Actually, I promised them I’d buy ice pops on the way back, so why don’t you treat this ti?”
“—Alright!
Leave it to !!” Qiluo paused for a mont, then brightened up with a cheerful laugh, “After we return, I’ll thank everyone!”
The Superpower User and the idol went to a convenience store in the neighborhood and bought a whole bunch of ice pops.
He started by eating one with a chocolate banana flavor.
“I must say, you’ve already gotten used to our tempo, Miss Qiluo.”
The idol followed suit, peeling open the wrapper and licking a matcha-flavored ice pop, “After all, we’re friends, right?”
“To call us strangers at this point, your heart must be really cold.”
“Then why do you still address as Miss Qiluo?”
She looked up at the gray-haired young man.
Her eyes curved and her smile carried her unique innocence as well as the playfulness of a professional idol.
“Call Qiluo, okay?”
…Girls in the entertainnt industry really are sothing.
Even with eyes that saw through reality, it was difficult to discern all the truth within that smile.
He thought this rude thought to himself as he silently nodded.
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