"Ding Ding Ding Ding~"

At the desk, the eyelashes in front of the napping Fisher trembled slightly, and his mind was awakened by the bell of the school building, he rubbed his eyebrows, got up from the backrest he leaned on, and rubbed his eyebrows a little uncomfortably.

For some reason, after the lunch break, he was extremely tired, as if all the energy recovered after last night's sleep had been exhausted in half a day, and he covered his eyelids with a heavy lid without paying attention, covering the light of the world back to chaos like a coffin.

Looking at the cleanly eaten cooking box on the desk in front of him, Fisher couldn't help but wonder if the meal was put on sleeping pills by the Hellaire guy.

But if you think about it carefully, this is not the case, because at this moment, the fragments of memories in his mind pierced into his mind in fragments, making him recall more memories of "Teacher Fisher".

He can even vaguely remember how he came to this country through an otherworldly vehicle called an "airplane", and how he became a teacher through an interview at this school

The problem was that these memories were not Fisher's in the first place, and he had never experienced anything like this.

It's like copying and pasting a memory into the destination folder, only to have the filename of the memory unaltered, making it look particularly abrupt.

He realized that this was the world, that is, the pollution that further eroded him.

Was it because of what I said to Jasmine at noon?

Because Hellaire wanted to shatter Jasmine's dreams and release another incarnation of her hidden in the dream to separate the nature of Fisher's body, Fisher decided to take a steady step and not act against his identity in the dream.

What Fisher said to Jasmine on the rooftop was apparently as she wanted, but instead led to a further increase in the intensity of the dream, causing more memories to appear in his brain that were in line with his identity as "Teacher Fisher".

So what if Fisher had played the role of this teacher more rigorously?

I'm afraid it's not just that I'm going to be stuck here forever. This dream is not an ordinary dream, but a pollution that erodes reality.

Thinking of this, Fisher silently closed the lunch box in front of him, and in front of him, Heller's desk was once again empty, and he didn't know where she had gone.

Fisher placed the box on her desk.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding~"

The bell for the end of class is still the same, like the bell that opens the fence of a horse, returning the high school students who have been in class all day and are full of energy.

Fisher glanced at the clear orange sky outside, wondering if it meant that Jasmine was in a good mood at the moment. Just looking at the sky, Fisher always felt as if something had changed in this dream as he woke up.

"Knock Knock"

A soft knock sounded, and after a few rhythmic knocks, the knocker outside the door asked very politely and softly,

"Hello, look for Mr. Fisher"

It's Jasmine's voice.

"Please come in."

The next moment, the door opened, revealing Jasmine with a schoolbag and a shy expression outside the door.

In the corridor behind her, many of the students seemed to have extra activities, so they put on track and field uniforms, brought musical instruments, paints and other things, talked and laughed, and walked in groups in other directions of the school building, except for Jasmine who picked up her schoolbag as she did in the morning.

She smiled and looked at Fisher, who looked as usual in the office, but her eyes inevitably glanced at Helaire, who was opposite Fisher's desk.

She breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly after seeing that the position was empty, and then the corners of her mouth curled up, outlining a sweet smile, and said to Fisher,

"Mr. Fisher, let's go home."

“.”

"Click!"

The tracks of the tram are slightly curved, as are the train cars in which Fisher and Jasmine are riding

This was the conclusion that Fisher, who was standing in the middle of the carriage, came to after observing the carriage in front of him.

"Mr. Fisher, are you really not going to sit for a while?"

It was only on the way to the station that Fisher learned from Jasmine that although the school theoretically ended before four o'clock in the afternoon, most of the students belonged to some kind of club, so they would stay at the school until about half past five.

Jasmine didn't participate in any clubs, so she left with Fisher, and it wasn't rush hour, so there were no passengers on the carriage, except for the sound of the tram rubbing against the tracks, only Jasmine's voice, which seemed clear and nice.

"I've been sitting all day, so let's stand for a while."

"Then I'll be with Mr. Fisher, hehe"

Jasmine smiled slightly, trying to follow Fisher's example and grab the handrail above her head, but she had some difficulty due to her height, but the vertical armrest was too far away, so she tentatively reached out and grabbed Fisher's sleeve to balance on the rocking car.

"Click"

The carriage swayed slightly, and the setting sun flowed on her smiling face like water, and Fisher's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help asking,

"Why doesn't Jasmine join the club with her classmates? I don't seem to see you have good friends in the class."

“.”

Jasmine opened her mouth, as if she did not expect Fisher to ask the question suddenly, and she did not prepare an answer, so she had to ask inwardly, but she did not receive a reply for a long time, so she remained silent.

It wasn't until a long time had passed that she looked up at Fisher with a smile and said with some embarrassment,

"It's not bad to get along with my classmates, but I always feel that the merits of a person's life are limited, so."

"Merit?"

"yes. Presumably, merit is a blessing that can be enjoyed in this life in exchange for practicing and suffering in a previous life, and it is probably limited. You see, Mr. Fisher, my parents love me so much, and so does Mr. Fisher. I wasn't very smart and able to endure hardships in my life, and I guess I must have been like this in my last life. So I have some worries that if I enjoy other better things, it will drain my merits and cause me to lose what I already have."

When she said this, Jasmine's tone was cautious, and the sunset on the horizon also fluctuated shyly, looking exceptionally soft.

Merit?

Fisher glanced at Jasmine in front of her, and couldn't tell if it was her thoughts from the dream or if she was with Asuka.

Perhaps Asuka Karazawa's subconscious thought that it was she who had suffered so much that she had accumulated merit for becoming Jasmine's present life, giving her parents who loved her and the opportunity to catch Fisher.

That's why in the dream, she still maintained the appearance of Jasmine, not the appearance of Asuka Karasawa, because she didn't want to taste the bitterness anymore.

But even in such a dream that is already almost omnipotent, she still only carefully asks for it, far from the point of "daydreaming" doing whatever she wants.

Just a normal family, just a normal school time, just a strong body, just a healthy mind

"I see"

At this moment, looking at the bright sunset outside the mountains outside the train, a trace of inspiration that this dream was completely dominated by Jasmine suddenly flooded into his mind.

Heller destroys the dream in order to get rid of the dream's inhibition of her incarnation, so on the other hand, can Fisher also find or even destroy her incarnation through Jasmine, the owner of this dream?

It's not hard to think of this idea, but it's hard to grasp the subtleties of proportion, how to make Jasmine's dreams shatter completely against each other, and then accurately grasp Helle's incarnation.

Fisher touched his chin and looked out the window at the seemingly conscious sunset, unable to make up his mind for a moment.

It was certainly right to start with Jasmine, and only to rely on verbal guidance, which made Fisher a little difficult.

"Click, click."

"Get out of the car, Mr. Fisher"

The tram door opened, revealing the scenery outside, Jasmine looked at Fisher in a daze, couldn't help but reach out and wave her hand in front of him, and then puffed out her cheeks and said,

"Daddy must have made the meal, let's go back quickly"

As she spoke, her face suddenly turned red again, and then she whispered,

"Also, tonight my mother said that she wants Teacher Fisher to help me with my homework."

Fisher had already figured out the English language, although he couldn't say that he understood it all, but after reading Jasmine's test papers, Fisher felt that tutoring her would not be a problem.

Even in her dreams, she still doesn't know anything about the grades, she really does.

"No problem."

Fisher agreed, not taking the matter too seriously, but thinking wholeheartedly about how to guide Jasmine to manipulate the dream to catch Helle's incarnation.

They walked all the way from the station back to the temple where they woke up in the morning, and as Jasmine said, when they came back, Hookkiss had already prepared a meal, just waiting for them to come back and enjoy,

"You're back? Quick, go wash your hands and eat, Jasmine, go get your mom to eat! ”

"Mom!"

The entrance door opened, revealing a scarlet with a broom outside the door, and she glanced at Fisher and Jasmine, who were sitting at the table, and rolled up their sleeves and sat down as they put the brooms away.

Jasmine took off her shoes at the door, and at this moment, sitting in front of the table, a pair of long legs wrapped in black socks swayed slightly under the table, and she distributed the chopsticks, and saw that Xuanshen put a thick book on the table, and asked Fisher,

"Mr. Fisher, do you see that this book is yours? When I cleaned the Buddha hall today, I don't know when it was placed in the ancestral hall, it was all foreign words, and it shouldn't be Jasmine's."

As he spoke, Xuanshen also looked at Jasmine and added the next sentence,

"Because Jasmine's English is terrible, and in private she is definitely not the kind of child who can read English books hard."

"Mom!"

Fisher looked at the book on the table and opened his mouth, then quickly took the book in his hand and said,

"That's right, this book is mine"

He was visibly agitated, and even his tone quickened slightly, for no other reason, because the book was all too familiar even if it was a book cover.

This is the boy from Emhart!

But when Fisher took the book and turned it over, the cover that had eyes and mouth suddenly became ordinary, as if it was not an extremely precious, conscious teardrop relic in the original world, but just an ordinary book.

“.”

Fisher opened his mouth, and he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, he blinked, but still opened the book, and saw that it was densely written in the Nari language,

"Kill Bymon, who kills a thousand knives. Kill the Bymon of a thousand swords. Kill the Bymon of a thousand swords. Kill the Bymon of a thousand swords. Kill a thousand knives."

“.”

Plausible.

Fisher closed the book with black lines on his face, and then familiarly stuffed the small book into his arms, and then opened his mouth to thank Xuanshen,

"Thanks, Xuanshen. Aunt. ”

"Where. But speaking of which, after eating, I asked Mr. Fisher to help me tutor Jasmine's English, but I didn't work hard at all, and I didn't open the book when I came back."

"Okay, okay, the shrimp are here, hurry up and eat."

Fisher smiled helplessly, looking at the hook and kiss and the "serving" with just the right needle, he couldn't help but praise this reliable man with the same status in and out of his dreams.

Jasmine just pouted, but she just blushed and smiled embarrassedly, just feeling happy.

For a long time ago, she had never even heard such a reprimand, which was really a word of concern.

The dinner was quickly eaten, Hook Kiss went to chant Buddhist scriptures, and Xuanshen was responsible for washing dishes and other aftermaths.

While Jasmine was changing her home clothes, Fisher also carried her schoolbag back to the small room where he was resting, which still contained the pajamas he had been wearing when he woke up in the morning.

Fisher put down Emhart, who had been completely converted into a book for the time being, and laid him down next to the bed, then took out the English textbook that he might need later, and then sat down on the tatami mat, thinking about the question he had just considered.

Unfortunately, Jasmine didn't give Fisher much time, and before long had passed, there was a gentle knock at the door.

"Knock knock."

"Mr. Fisher, I'm here."

"Come in, Jasmine."

The sliding door opened, and Fisher looked up, and saw Jasmine, who was standing in the doorway, had changed into a strict kimono, her face was slightly red, and she had a plate of cut fruits and vegetables in her hand.

"This is the fruit that my mother prepared for us, and I said that we could eat it when we tutored for a while."

Jasmine lifted her feet, threw her cotton shoes out of the door, and walked into the room barefoot, placing the plate of fruit on the table.

Her thoughts were interrupted for a moment, and Fisher couldn't think of any good way for her to consciously find Helaire's incarnation, which had some detachment from common sense in Jasmine's dreamscape, and it was easy for her to feel disobedient.

If you don't handle it well, you might do Herel a favor and make the whole dream collapse completely.

In this case, let's just focus on the things in front of you for the counseling first, and then think about it carefully when you rest in the evening.

Thinking of this, he also decided to leave the burden in his head for the time being, and instead opened the book on the desktop and said softly,

"If you have any questions, you can ask me, and if you're not sure, we'll start with words."

"Do you want to start now?"

"Right"

"Okay."

Fisher nodded, and was about to ask her about her doubts about English, when she felt her lotus arm suddenly ring around her.

Fisher was slightly stunned, turned his face sideways, and saw only that her face was getting closer and closer, until it completely covered his own face

"Po"

A long and excessive request made Fisher's brain go blank slightly, he didn't resist, but his mind was full of doubts, and after a pause, Fisher still held her face a little back, looking at Jasmine's big eyes wide open, even more confused than he was after Fisher did this.

As if asking, "What's the matter, Mr. Fisher?" ”

This reaction made Fisher slightly stunned, so he had to ask directly,

"Wait a minute, Jasmine, aren't we going to tutor English, if you let Aunt Xuanshen hear later"

But hearing Fisher's words, the confusion on Jasmine's face was even worse,

"But aren't we just learning English?"

"What?"

Fisher was confused, and Jasmine blinked, and then reached out and touched his forehead, looking even more puzzled,

"I don't have a fever either, why did Mr. Fisher say so many strange things today?"

"Strange words?"

"That's right. Because it helps me learn English, the more I get in touch with the people I like, the more I learn, the more effective it will be. This. Isn't it [common sense]? ”

"Common sense?"

No, this is common sense in which ghost world?!

Fisher's brain was empty, a little overloaded, but after thinking about it, he suddenly found another big blind spot

He suddenly noticed that from this morning, neither the other teachers nor the other classmates had the slightest doubt that he lived in Jasmine's house and had a close and ambiguous relationship with her, as if this was a matter of course.

It was not normal for a student or teacher to seem to have no objection in itself, but now Fisher finally realized that something was even more wrong

This world, or the dream world, is not completely reproduced according to normal logic!

At least in some ways, such as in the relationship between Fisher and Jasmine.

And Fisher thinks that the [common sense] that intimate contact can make English twice as effective with half the effort should not exist in the morning, because in the morning, Jasmine's contact with himself is still only in a state of superficial taste, and she is still so shy that she still looks unaccustomed to intimate contact.

And in the afternoon, this kind of thing suddenly becomes common sense?

Fisher soon realizes that something might be something wrong with what he said during lunch with Jasmine at noon.

Could it be that what she said at the time touched Jasmine's heart, but deepened her feelings in this dream.

In short, if Helaire's act of destroying her dreams was to make her feel uncomfortable and disagreeable, then what Fisher did at noon today was to make her too happy.

This will also cause the dream to change, and even this common sense will change, but in a way that she is not aware of the change?

“.”

Fisher, who seemed to have caught the blind spot all of a sudden, opened her mouth wide and froze in place, and Jasmine's cheeks became more and more bulging when she saw that he did not respond, and then, she frowned and pressed Fisher's chest.

At that moment, it was as if Fisher felt that a mountain was pressing down on him, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

"Boom!"

Of course, this is just an analogy, in fact, the fact is that he feels that the whole dream is preventing him from disobeying Jasmine's wishes, so that he can't hide and escape.

Jasmine said that she wanted to eat her mouth, then she had to eat, and she couldn't refuse, not even the rejection that made her feel disagreeable.

"Today. Why does Mr. Fisher always say strange things? Isn't that common sense? ”

This seems to be a matter of course and can never be refuted.

Feeling the domineering of the entire dream to implement Jasmine's will, Fisher was motionless for a moment, he hesitated for a moment, and said softly,

"That's true, Jasmine."

In an instant, the weight of the mountain was gone, and in its place was her body as soft as a marshmallow.

She leaned lightly on Fisher's body, and finally smiled after hearing Fisher say this, and then she climbed on Fisher's neck again, and said to Fisher very seriously,

"It's all mom and mother, and they always ask me to tutor in English. So, I had to wronged Mr. Fisher. After all, it's common sense, right? ”

“.”

Fisher blinked innocently, not knowing what to say. (End of chapter)