Mia was instantly worried that Sam's approach might be too reckless.
But then she saw the bespectacled boy Sam had grabbed look at him with a face full of admiration.
"Charlotte? Of course, I know her! She's the best girl in our school!"
"The best girl?"
Sam asked skeptically.
Charlotte definitely wasn't in his year, nor in Isabella's. Based on what Mia had told him about her age, if Charlotte had grown normally, she should be in her second year of college now.
Which ant, in this dream's tiline, she was a senior, and Isabella would be a freshman.
So, Charlotte was about three years older than Sam.
But even in this tiline, he had never heard Isabella ntion Charlotte. Could it be that asking a random person would lead to her being described as the best girl in school?
That didn't seem reasonable.
But the boy in front of him spoke with conviction.
"Of course! Who else in our school is better than her? She's always top of her class, beautiful, kind, polite, and her charisma is just srizing. It's obvious!"
"Do you like her?"
Sam continued to ask.
The boy imdiately showed a shy expression.
"Of course, any guy would be captivated by her charm..."
"Alright, can you tell which class she's in? I need to talk to her."
"Class 4..."
After finishing the conversation with the boy, Sam turned to Mia.
Mia also sensed sothing was off.
She frowned and said, "This doesn't match the Charlotte I rember at all... Her grades weren't great because she missed an entire sester in her second year. And saying she's kind and polite... she's socially anxious. Even in her senior year, she was just starting to get better, but she wasn't outgoing."
Sam thought for a mont and said, "Randomly asking soone and getting such high praise, even after missing an entire year. That doesn't make sense... Even if her charisma and looks match, it wouldn't elevate her reputation this quickly, right?"
"Yeah... it's very strange."
Sam looked around.
"Let's ask a few more people."
So, Sam and Mia approached several more students.
From their conversations, they gathered a few conclusions.
In this dream, all the boys saw Charlotte as their dream girl, believing she was undoubtedly the prettiest girl in school.
No one in the school had more charm than her.
Even more strangely, in their mories, Charlotte hadn't missed her second year. In fact, they rembered her as always being this way since she started school.
Charming.
Kind and gentle, polite and graceful, almost like a benevolent celebrity.
She participated in many school activities, performances, sports events, and art festivals, always shining brightly.
She could sing, dance, and seed capable of anything.
In their eyes, Charlotte was like a goddess, almost like a living deity.
The two of them stood at the school gate, deep in thought.
"This is too strange. I know Charlotte missed a lot of school because of her personality. She's a smart and beautiful girl, but she couldn't have reached this level so quickly. And in their descriptions, she never disappeared or had social anxiety. How is that possible? It's like they're denying my mories."
Mia couldn't understand.
But Sam had a theory.
"First, you need to understand this is a dream, and Charlotte has been in this dream for a long ti. She might have realized this is her own dream."
"Realized? What do you an?"
"I an, she might have gained the ability to control her dream. There's a theory that through subconscious suggestion, one can control what they dream about. It's not a superpower, but a possible psychological phenonon."
As Sam explained, Mia seed to understand. She thought for a mont.
"So, you're saying these things, these people's evaluations, and their perception of Charlotte... might be what she wants? She wants them to see her this way, wants to be this kind of girl. So, she used her dream to change her subconscious and achieve this?"
Sam nodded.
"That's about right. This kind of thing is common, like multiple personalities. Often, it's because the main personality has flaws and, when triggered by certain events, creates a different personality to cope and protect itself. It's similar to that."
Mia hesitated.
"So... what do we do next? Should we still see her? I'm afraid she might have changed so much that I won't recognize her."
Sam thought for a mont.
"Of course, we need to see her. Discussing this won't help. Whether we can handle it or not, we've co this far. Are we just going to turn back?"
"You're right... let's go."
"Let's go."
Sam led Mia into Kuhang High School.
It looked no different from his mories. In recent years, Kuhang High School hadn't undergone any major renovations, so finding the classroom building and Class 4 was easy.
It didn't seem to be class ti, as students were freely walking around the hallways.
Sam marveled at the detailed construction of this dream. Every detail was perfectly replicated, with no obvious flaws to distinguish reality from the dream.
This wasn't a good sign.
It ant that during her ti in a coma, unable to move her body, Charlotte's subconscious had strengthened, constantly perfecting this dream, reaching an almost obsessive level of control.
This ant that if Charlotte had beco a different person or had a twisted personality, she could be very dangerous.
They reached the classroom door, and Mia searched for her.
She recognized her imdiately but stood at the door in shock.
"Wait... is that Charlotte?"
She was astonished.
Because although the girl in her sight looked exactly the sa, with a similar figure.
But...
What was with this aura?
She stood among a group of girls, smiling and responding to everyone's admiring words.
She chatted and laughed, her face showing a polite smile, looking like a princess surrounded by admirers, both noble and elegant.
Sam frowned.
"Did you see her shoes?"
"What's with her shoes?"
"I've only seen those shoes in Angel's shoe cabinet. You said her family wasn't wealthy... so how could she have such shoes?"
Mia frowned.
"That's true... but why?"
"I don't know. We need to ask her. Do you want to go, or should I?"
"Can't we go together?"
Mia felt uneasy.
Sam thought for a mont.
"It's better if one of us goes. I suggest you. To her, I'm a stranger with no impression, so she'll be more guarded. You're soone she knows, so it might be easier to talk."
But Mia hesitated.
"But this is a school... won't it be strange for soone who clearly isn't a student to be here?"
Sam grabbed a student about to enter the classroom.
It was a girl. Sam gave her a charming smile.
"Hi, sorry to bother you. Could you call Charlotte out? Her sister is here to see her."
"Sister? Charlotte doesn't have a sister..."
The girl hesitated.
Sam smiled, "Okay, maybe cousin."
"Oh... I'll go tell her."
She walked in.
She didn't seem to question it much.
Mia's eyes widened.
"That worked?"
Sam smiled.
"Even though there are many people and the facilities are complete, one person's energy is limited. How could she precisely control everyone's will? It's like a ga. No matter how realistic, you can only perfect a few key characters. You can't give every NPC a unique system. So, these people probably follow a template, worshipping her, surrounding her like stars around the moon."
Mia saw the girl approach Charlotte.
She imdiately asked nervously.
"What should I say?"
"Say whatever you want. But rember, don't rush her to wake up from the dream. Talk about when you tutored her, use those mories to awaken her. Don't push her. If you sense her emotions getting intense, change the subject."
"Okay... I'll try."
"Good luck."
Sam moved aside to observe.
He didn't plan to intervene directly.
Because he didn't know Charlotte as well as Mia did, his approach might not work.
Better to watch first.
Soon, he saw Charlotte walk gracefully to Mia.
He leaned against the wall, pretending not to notice, listening to their conversation.
"Hmm? Who are you?"
Charlotte looked puzzled at Mia.
Mia's eyes widened.
"Charlotte... you don't rember ?"
Charlotte's confusion turned into a polite smile.
"Sorry... it's not that I don't rember you. I just think... I don't know you. Who are you?"
She was polite but distant.
Mia couldn't believe it.
"I'm... I'm your tutor, Mia! Mia-sensei! Don't you rember? I tutored you for months, helped you with your social anxiety..."
"Ah?"
Charlotte looked even more puzzled.
"Sorry, I don't rember that. As for a tutor... I don't think I needed one. I've always been top of my class, all through my own hard work. Saying I had a tutor... sorry, no offense.
I just think you might need to see a psychologist."
Listening to this, Sam frowned slightly.
It wasn't just that she didn't rember Mia. Was this really polite? Why did it sound like there was so sarcasm and sharpness in her seemingly polite words?
Especially her smile, it seed off.
Did she think this was a polite, gentle smile?
Mia persisted.
"Wait, Charlotte... think carefully. Do you really not rember ? No impression of the na Mia? Think carefully, is this the life you should really have?"
Charlotte in front of Mia still smiled faintly, without any emotional fluctuation.
"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. Class is about to start, so I can't talk much. Sorry."
She smiled, even bowing slightly.
Then she turned away.
At that mont, they could hear others praising her.
"Wow... is that Charlotte? She's so polite, even to a stranger. I wish I could be like her..."
"Who is that stranger? Should we call the school security?"
Hearing this, Sam turned and pulled Mia, who was still unwilling to give up, into the hallway.
As the bell rang, the students moved like programd robots into the classrooms, and the school fell silent...
"She doesn't rember ? How is that possible? Sam... how is that possible!"
Mia looked at Sam, confused.
Sam calmly said, "It's normal. If she denies those years, doesn't admit to her social anxiety, or missing school, how could she admit to having a tutor? Didn't you hear? She said she's always been top of her class. Such a person wouldn't need a tutor. So, in her dream, your existence is an unreasonable story, likely buried by her subconscious."
"I don't exist in her mory..."
"That's about right."
"Then... how can I persuade her?"
"Useless, I'll do it."
Sam sighed.
Mia looked at him, annoyed.
"What can you do? You're soone she's never seen."
Sam smirked.
"Do you know the value of a Kuhang pretty boy? Watch."
When the bell rang, the students filed out of the classrooms like programd robots, and the school beca lively again.
Mia watched Sam.
"Let's see what you can do."
"Watch."
Sam smiled and walked straight to Class 4's door.
Mia followed closely, seeing Sam walk in without asking anyone to call Charlotte.
Gradually, people noticed the unfamiliar boy, but Sam ignored their gazes, focusing only on Charlotte.
He walked up to her.
"Hi, are you Charlotte?"
Charlotte seed surprised by Sam's appearance, then said curiously, "I am... do you need sothing?"
Sam flashed a charming smile.
"Hi, I'm Louis from the photography club, first year."
"Louis?"
She seed unfamiliar with the na.
Sam smiled, "It's okay if you don't know . The important thing is, I've t you."
Charlotte showed a shy smile.
"Is eting sothing special..."
"Not special, but stunning."
"Ah..."
The girl couldn't help but show a shy expression, and the people around were amazed.
"Wow... is this a confession?"
"A public confession? But this boy is so handso. Is he a student here? Why haven't I seen him before?"
"Handso or not, he's not good enough for Charlotte!"
Sam ignored the comnts, smiling.
"Actually, I wanted to invite Charlotte to a photoshoot. My the is capturing beauty."
Charlotte's cheeks seed to blush slightly.
"Capturing beauty... has nothing to do with ."
"How not? To , your existence is beauty itself. Isn't that right?"
"But... there are many beautiful people..."
Sam shook his head, looking into her eyes, his gaze focused, even affectionate.
Charlotte couldn't look directly at him, shyly wanting to avoid his gaze, but Sam's eyes followed, lowering his voice, slightly hoarse, saying softly,
"There are many beautiful things, but my photography has a requirent. I want to capture not just beauty, but the most beautiful beauty. To , only you et that requirent. If you can accept, please co to the playground after school. I'll be waiting."
"But... I haven't agreed yet!"
The boy, already turning away, looked back with a smile.
"It's okay. If you don't co, I'll wait there every day until you do."
"Wow... so romantic!!"
"I can't take it!!"
Amidst the exaggerated exclamations, with Charlotte's shy gaze, Sam walked out of the classroom gracefully.
Mia looked at Sam, stunned.
"That actually worked?!"
She couldn't help but curse.
Sam smiled.
"How was it?"
Mia gave a thumbs up.
"You're a top-tier womanizer, top-tier!"
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