Chapter 105

Lol leaned against the floor mirror in front of him and looked carefully at the virtual shadow behind him. He couldn't help being stunned.

Then he whispered:

"My double..."

"It's a ball!"

He originally thought that as a jumper, double or split, he should be crazy, cool and different.

Either the image of a domineering warrior, the image of a future sci-fi mecha, or the image of a majestic and ferocious monster is OK, and other results are not accepted.

However, the reality is cruel

The shadow behind him is just a simple and simple image of a match man——

The head is a circle drawn with white lines, and the body and limbs are black lines like three matchsticks. Is it still a strange black-and-white match?

Even if you forget the key match man, you still have only the upper body and no feet. Your two "arms" hang down at an angle of 30 degrees. It looks like a simple stroke of badminton.

It's too much to say it's a ball.

And these lines are not very clear. They look a little fuzzy. They are also hairy, impetuous and unclean. They are like the lines drawn with a rough charcoal pen.

Rolle could hardly cry.

But what's more, he adjusted his mind, held the idea that shape is not important and performance is the key, and tried to control this half of the match man.

It turned out to be unresponsive and motionless.

He tried to reach for it again, but his fingers went straight through the lines

This means that it can only serve as a decoration for him.

It can't even provide beauty and style, and it looks very funny

"Sure enough, because I'm not an extraordinary person and have no perception, will I become like this?"

Rolle sighed helplessly.

Just then, there was a knock outside the door, followed by Jeanne's polite voice:

"Teacher, are you free now?"

Rolle forgot to take off the wrist guard and habitually replied:

"The door is unlocked. Come in."

Jeanne opened the door and went on:

"Your Excellency redgill has some details. I'd like to ask..."

Halfway through her speech, she suddenly stopped.

Then, the whole person seemed to have been evacuated in an instant. He knelt down soft, his hands struggling to support his body, and his whole body was shaking.

His face turned pale and his teeth kept ringing. He seemed to see something terrible.

Two seconds later, she turned her eyes and fainted at the door. Rolle didn't respond.

"What's the matter? The sequelae of using sacred objects?"

Rolle hurried over, took her to his little bed and wrapped her in a blanket.

Even in a coma, her face did not ease at all. She frowned tightly, her thin pink lips trembled slightly, and her forehead exuded cold sweat.

"What's the matter? Is the price of that holy thing so terrible?"

Rolle was very worried. He quickly went outside to get a basin of water, soaked a towel, wiped the sweat for Jeanne, and then put the towel on her forehead.

Then he took out the pamphlet sent by the doctor from his left hand and performed a slow healing magic.

In the process, he saw that his left hand was still wearing a wrist guard. He noticed this stubble. He quickly picked it off and put it back to his left hand. The badminton behind him also disappeared.

After observing for more than ten minutes, Jean Na's situation gradually improved, her face calmed down, and a little blush appeared again.

"The magic works. Should it be all right?"

Think about the wrist guard before. Compared with the pamphlet sent by the doctor, he made a high judgment, which made him miss the doctor. I don't know how he's been recently?

Why don't you just write a letter and ask!

Rolle thought, sat back at the table and took out his paper and pen.

He didn't realize something was wrong until he wrote a few words.

Why do you suddenly want to write a letter when you're huddled in this remote place?

He suddenly gave a thrill and remembered the price of using the wrist guard that Macmillan had said before: he couldn't help but want to release his thoughts and desires that had been suppressed for a long time.

Before, Rolle didn't take this price seriously. He was not a hypocrite who said one thing and did another. He had always been a happy person who dared to love and hate and happy gratitude and hatred. His heart was very healthy and there was no depression.

But the actual situation tells him that the price is probably not that simple

He really hasn't contacted the doctor for a long time, but he has been living in a fertile valley and can't write or send a telegram.

What should I do now?

Rolle remembered Macmillan's introduction again. The best solution to this price is to have a sleep and have a dream to release your desire.

But he looked at the small bed in the room, which had been occupied by Jeanne

Looking at Jeanne's beautiful and quiet sleeping face, I really can't bear to wake her up.

Just in time, when you rub her to sleep, give her back the pair of black socks she forgot before, or put them on for her? Just like helping my daughter wear socks when I was a child

He suddenly had a more strange idea in his heart and subconsciously took out the pair of socks from his left hand.

Fortunately, he woke up in time and quickly took back his socks.

No, no, I can't go on like this. I have to leave the room!

Rolle got up quickly and planned to leave.

But when he was about to open the door, he suddenly thought of his strange situation. If he was careless and fell ill outside, he was afraid that it would not be human collapse and social death?

Ah ~ society, I am a remote mountain village man. What society is there?

I'm so good at fencing, my daughter is so lovely and good, and I still work with a high salary. Why do I always live in that small village without water and electricity? Isn't it good to go directly to DIDU?

You can also find a stepmother for your daughter by the way. I think her teacher olliana is good. She has a high appearance, a good figure, white hair and black skin. It's easy to lick

He suddenly had a confused idea in his mind.

Fortunately, Orianna was not around, the objective conditions were limited, and he soon recovered.

It's over. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I'm really going to die!

Rolle was in a panic.

Fortunately, he was not in a hurry and came up with a solution.

These usually repressed ideas are difficult to prevent and will pop up inexplicably. In that case, we can only find ways to actively guide and think about some less excessive problems.

My family preaches the profound meaning of swordsmanship. It's just called one, two, three, four. It's too simple. It's not domineering and cool at all.

I might as well think of some more handsome names.

He succeeded in guiding the thoughts in his mind, then sat back at the table, took out paper and pen, and wrote and drew on it.

Unfortunately, he didn't have too serious selection difficulties. This method only helped delay for more than 40 minutes, which just changed the name of aoyi IV to starburst abandonment therapy.

There were a few minutes before the time limit of the price, and Jeanne had no sign of waking up for the time being.

So he went to the floor mirror again, took out the top hat and monocle from his left hand, put them on his right eye, and whispered:

"Hehe, I'm just 'wrong'"

Then he took out an ordinary belt and fastened it. Then he danced in all kinds of shameful postures, and kept saying:

"Change!"

"SA ~ come and count your sins!"

"Fuck you, why?"

After playing for a while, he not only didn't feel ashamed, but had a feeling of enjoying it, and even felt that his mood was relaxed a lot?

Maybe it's because he had a hard time most of the time when he came to this world. It's a lot easier to release it.

The time of the price actually ended before, but he couldn't stop.

Until he concave out a classic posture and bent back greatly in an exaggerated posture, he just saw Jeanne blinking her big lavender eyes and looking at herself

"Er... Today... Let's have a barbecue tonight?"

With an embarrassed look on his face, Rolle tried to turn off the topic.

"OK... OK, I'll let them prepare."

Jeanne replied in a low voice, a little scared.

Rolle quickly returned to his normal standing position, stared at the girl on the bed and asked in a low voice:

"How much do you see?"

"No, no! I swear, I didn't see anything!"

Jeanne hurriedly explained.

Rolle can only listen seriously for the time being.

He didn't expect to master Jeanne's head only yesterday. In the afternoon and evening, I worked hard to see if I could write more.

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