The rational personality said: "The pain formed by your incident can only be integrated with one personality. From then on, he will be you, you will be him, and you will never be distinguished from each other. After the integration is completed, you... or you must promote your thoughts to become stronger as soon as possible! Otherwise, over time, we may continue to grow and split, causing each individual to take turns to control the body, so that everyone can finish it!"

Song Baojun hesitated and said, "Okay, then who will I merge with first?"

Rational personality says: "The current thinking is too weak. A tough personality like cold and me will only make you at a loss in the real world and cannot develop better."

"I'll do it. I'll make him feel as comfortable as a fish in the real world. He will pick up girls when he sees girls, chop people when he sees people, and be more comfortable than anyone else." The vulgar personality jumped out and spoke, full of confidence.

The blood-sex personality said coldly: "Don't fight with me! I want to go out to take revenge on the dog man and woman! The man has broken his tendons and legs! The woman rapes first and then disfigures!"

"Don't be impatient!" The cold personality seemed to be the boss here, and said, "Let the wretch go, and the current state is most suitable for him. The next one is blood."

The vulgar personality smirked happily: "Of course, I promise to make my thoughts become Van Gogh within half a year."

The artistic personality snorted: "If I have hands, I will just slap you to death! Van Gogh is an ideological madman. Do you want to kill everyone?"

The vulgar man said embarrassedly: "Just just kidding, why are you anxious? Okay, hurry up and start, I can't wait to go out."

Song Baojun asked again: "You are talking so much. Will there be sequelae after I merge with so many personalities?"

Rational personality said: "It's great. Being able to ask this question means you still have some ideas. Then I'll answer that personality fusion will lead to unchangeable consequences. All your youthful psychology, youthful feelings and innocent love will never be there."

Song Baojun was stunned: "What's the matter?"

The artistic personality said in a very serious tone: "I don't think you understand it at all! Youth is the most magnificent time in the youth of human beings! Youth is the most beautiful picture in the course of life, a moving poem, a pleasant and loud sonata! When we were young, we could be rampant, proud, and unscrupulous in our youth and let love go! Why do people always like to reminisce about youth when they are old? Because it is the most memorable time! A childish, confused and elegant time! How can people not have youth?"

Song Baojun was stunned again this time and murmured: "I feel very serious when I heard you say this. So, if my youthful psychology and youthful feelings are gone, what will I become?"

The rational personality said: "Then you will be as good as a 21-year-old young man, but you will have the vicissitudes of a middle-aged man in forty years old. You can see through the world at a glance and smile at the changes in the world. You will no longer be innocent, you will no longer be excited about some boring things, nor will you become red because of a beautiful girl's words, nor will you care about ugly and ridiculous past events."

Song Baojun gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I understand after you said that. Innocence is really useless. Hurry up and integrate it."

"Are you ready?"

Song Baojun felt his thoughts nodding and said, "I'm ready. By the way, how can we talk like this in the future?"

"After integrating with vulgarity, his knowledge and experience will be directly reflected in your thoughts. Move faster, your pain slowly calms down, and your body will soon wake up."

Suddenly, his mind was bright and bright, like a fiery needle, and Song Baojun moaned in pain, and then he opened his eyes.

Fortunately, I slept on the bed all the time, but the sheets seemed to be wet with sweat several times and then dried again, giving off a pungent smell of stench.

My body was weak and my stomach was empty, and I started to scream.

"How long have I been sleeping in this TMD? This damn bed sheet!" Song Baojun turned over and supported himself, blurted out an inexplicable swear word, first opening his phone, seven or eight missed calls inside, plus four or five debt collection text messages.

"Song Baojun, when will you pay back the money?"

"Song Baojun, you won't run away with the money, right? You're so cruel, don't touch you next time."

"Song Baojun, if you don't come to the school again, I really want to take your computer into private ownership!"

Song Baojun moaned dissatisfiedly, and said in dissatisfaction: "Isn't it just a few hundred foreign debts? It's like a death-hunting ghost."

As usual, he was shocked. The numbers displayed on the screen made him wonder whether his brain was suffering from mental illness.

When I returned home in a daze from the maple forest it was noon on September 22, and now it has become one at 1:00 on September 25, and three days have passed!

It is really unimaginable that I had spent such a long time in a painful nightmare. No wonder I was as hungry as a mummy, and my bed was as smelly as if it was a shroud.

Fortunately, my parents and sister didn't go home, otherwise they would have to send them to the incinerator directly when they saw themselves lying on the bed and were unconscious.

I forced myself to get up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

His home is in Shetou Lane, Qiangwei Street, Mingyang District. A small building in the early 1980s, with two floors and a building area of ​​80 square meters. The wooden window lattices are decayed and aging, the walls are mottled and fallen off, the white lime has long turned gray and yellow, and there are graffiti of naughty boys in the exterior wall, with childish fonts such as So-and-I Love You. The old atmosphere of the times is revealed everywhere. He and his sister live on the second floor, and both their parents live on the first floor.

The refrigerator was empty, leaving only two bacon in the refrigerator in the new year. I had to wash two taels of white rice and cook porridge. I went to take a cold shower while I was waiting.

After wiped away the water droplets on his body, Song Baojun stared blankly at the mirror on the wall.

The reflection in the mirror seems to be no longer me, but it seems to be me, which feels really contradictory.

You should know that this slaughtered man used to be pale, pitiful, inferior, and weak, and his face was always full of labels such as "Come and bully me!", which has now completely changed.

He smiled slightly at the mirror, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely upright, his expression was upright, and his eyes were open and selfless, almost three points higher than Li Xiangyang with thick eyebrows and big eyes in "Plain Guerrillas". This temperament may not necessarily be inferior to the supporting role of "Red Lantern".

Song Baojun almost fainted. What kind of plane was used to do? Why wasn't he meant to be a lewd at all?

I stroked my face back and forth, but the outline was still the same, and my foundation did not change at all. I was puzzled for a moment: Didn’t I say that I have integrated the vulgar personality? This is not like it! Where is the vulgarity?

Temperament is really something mysterious and difficult to explain.

As if he felt his deep doubt, a lazy voice sounded in his mind: "Do you feel different? Are you happy?"

"Of course, it's pretty good, at least it's more pleasing to you. But if it could be turned into the Tom Cruise model, I would be more grateful to you." Song Baojun hesitated for a moment and replied with thoughts.

The voice sneered and said, "It's not plastic surgery, it's just a little bit of subtle temperament changes. Isn't it strange why it hasn't become obscene?"
Chapter completed!