Mozart stepped across the crowd and walked towards Qin Tian. He did not walk fast, but he carried an intimidating aura.

Qin Tian looked at Mo Youyu who was approaching in front of him, and could hardly believe that this was the Wuyu classmate he knew. He tentatively called out: "Mo Youyu?"

The ferocious smile on Mozart's face stopped, and he seemed to split into two people suddenly.He looked at Qin Tian's face, hatred and joy welled up together.These two contradictory emotions can appear at the same time, and the expression on his face changes rapidly, from anger to joy for a while.

The distorted expression finally turned into a calm one, and Mozart looked at Qin Tian expressionlessly and said "um", his tone was cold and without any emotion.

But this calm is only an illusion, and the most terrifying storm is brewing under the calm water.

Qin Tian looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Mozart asked back: "What's the matter with me?" When he spoke, there was a gap in the calmness he was trying to maintain, and his tone was unconsciously a little aggressive.

Qin Tian noticed the smell of gunpowder in his tone and was a little dazed.He shrank back his eagerness to confess.Qin Tian is a person who is used to being the best at everything, not because he likes victory so much, but because he hates the powerlessness of failure.This is true both academically and emotionally.

He was going to confess because he was sure that Mo Youyu liked him, but now, he was not so sure.

The Mo Youyu in front of him looks abnormally like another person in disguise, but this is not a martial arts novel, and there is no such thing as a fake disguise technique, so Qin Tian wondered if Mo Youyu was sick, and he stretched out his hand to touch it. Touch Mo Youyu's forehead.

Mozart grabbed Qin Tian's hand as soon as he stretched it halfway. He squeezed Qin Tian's wrist with all his strength.Mozart looked at him coldly, as if an iceberg collided with a volcano in his eyes, magma was flowing on the glacier, and the sky was cloudy. It was not a thunderstorm cloud, but deadly volcanic ash.

Qin Tian asked again: "Are you okay?"

Mozart was engaged in an evenly matched tug-of-war in his heart. The two extreme emotions of hate and love were pulled at one end. He was tied in the middle of the rope and seemed to be torn in two.In the end, he slowly loosened Qin Tian's hand, turned his eyes away from looking at him, and replied in a low voice: "It's okay." After speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Qin Tianxia consciously wanted to hold him back, his action was like a fuse for gunpowder, breaking the precarious calm that Mozart was trying to maintain.Anger burned along the tug-of-war rope, and the flames wrapped Mozart in it, and he felt the realistic pain of being burned by the flame again.

Only then did Mozart realize that the rope that hate and love used to pull was his reason, and now his reason was burned out, and the inexplicable hatred took the upper hand, circling in his mind and shouting: "Damn him! "

Mozart turned around sharply, and slammed his fists at Qin Tian's side face.Qin Tianxia dodged consciously, stepped back a few steps and looked at Mozart in disbelief, he was going to hit himself.

But then he had no time to think about anything else, Mozart missed one hit, and the next hit came again.Qin Tian was so busy dodging that he had almost no time to distract himself.This was still impossible yesterday, because Mozart was no match for Qin Tian at all, and Qin Tian could knock him down with a few blows.

But now Qin Tian was dodging, so forced by his offensive that he couldn't find any openings to counterattack.Three months ago, Mo Youyu was still a beginner, but now he looks like a master who has practiced martial arts for decades.

Qin Tian became serious, he had to be serious, otherwise he was afraid that he would be knocked down by Mozart.Mozart didn't keep his hand at all, and grabbed Qin Tian's throat with his hands like claws. Qin Tian didn't notice it for a while, but he grabbed the throat.

Taking advantage of the situation, Mozart wanted to lock Qin Tian from behind like he locked Xia Changyu.But Qin Tian reacted immediately, hitting back with his elbow, Mozart was forced to step back and let go of his hand at the same time.

The two opened up a little distance, Qin Tian rubbed his neck, the place where Mozart had scratched felt like burning pain, and there were clear fingerprints there, showing how hard Mozart had used.Qin Tian's heart sank, not because of how painful the scratch on his neck was, but because Mo Youyu really slapped him hard, which is definitely not something a person who likes himself would do.

Qin Tian was so provoked that he also became angry, his previous joy and urgency seemed to be a joke!This anger is more towards herself, how could she feel that Mo Youyu likes herself.

Mozart rushed over again, Qin Tian was furious, and launched a fierce offensive. This time he gained the upper hand, and hit the corner of Mozart's lips with his fist, which scratched the skin a little, and glowed with orangutan blood.

Mozart stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his lips, and the smell of rust spread in his mouth, which aroused the raging anger in his heart even more. He was like a beast that smelled blood, and instead of shrinking back, he became even crazier.

He started to use ultimate moves, every move hit Qin Tian's vital parts directly.Wei Qian stood up from the ground with his hands on his back. He watched the battle between Mozart and Qin Tian in shock. Mozart's moves were as fierce as life and death enemies, vowing to kill each other.

Wei Qian didn't even have time to get angry, so he wondered if he wasn't awake and dreaming, otherwise, how could classmate No Yu be so cruel to Qin Tianxia? He would be angry if others said Qin Tian was bad, how could he... .to become like this?

Wei Qian prayed on the spot, if this is a dream, wake up quickly!If you fight again, you will die.

Not knowing if his prayers worked, Chen Chong and Wu Lin walked in.Chen Chong stared at the mess in the cafeteria, and the two people who were still fighting in the center, rubbing his eyes in disbelief: "Is that Mo Youyu? He can fight Qin Tian on par?"

Wu Lin gave him a blank stare: "Where is your focus? Go and pull them away!" After finishing speaking, she rushed over and shouted at the two people who were fighting: "Enough! Stop!"

As soon as she drank it, it was like pouring a basin of clear water on Mozart's face, and those roiling hatred and anger slowly restrained their claws and hibernated back.

Because the previous movements were too violent, he couldn't help panting.Seeing that he didn't move anymore, Qin Tian also stopped.Only then did Mozart notice the fingerprints on Qin Tian's neck, what did he...

He lowered his head, not even daring to look at Qin Tian's expression.Chen Chong asked the people present to find out about the situation, and ran over to scold him: "You're doing well! Fighting every day!"

Mozart just lowered his head without a word of rebuttal.Qin Tian looked at him with complicated eyes, he really couldn't understand this person.

In the end, this matter was suppressed by Chen Chong. After all, it was his student, so he had to teach him a lesson. If he really had to record it in the file, it would be bad for his future.

The others continued to gather, and Mozart was ordered by Chen Chong to go back to the dormitory to reflect.This was exactly what he wanted, Mozart really didn't dare to stay with Qin Tian anymore.

He returned to the dormitory without saying a word, and the moment he entered the door, he leaned against the door and slid down slowly, then bent his knees and hugged himself into a ball.

The peregrine falcon rolled to his feet, and the indicator light flashed. He analyzed that the human being was very depressed now. As a caring robot, he silently stayed by Mozart's side without disturbing him.

Mozart stared at the ground blankly, his eyes were empty and he didn't land.After a while, he suddenly said, "What's wrong with me?"

Without waiting for Peregrine Falcon to answer, he continued on his own: "When I saw Xia Changyu, I felt anger and hatred for no reason. This is wrong. Although I hate him, I don't hate him... .And Qin Tian..."

Speaking of Qin Tian, ​​he paused again, and continued after a while: "Xia Changyu and Qin Tian give me the same feeling, hatred, hatred that goes deep into the bones, do you know, I even want to kill them... ’ and he almost did that too…

Mozart shrank himself into a ball. He thought of the blue veins in Xia Changyu's neck when he was hypoxic, and the red and swollen fingerprints on Qin Tian's throat. He regretted it first, but after regretting, he actually felt some secret pleasure.He licked the corner of his lips again, and the smell of blood bloomed on the tip of his tongue.

Peregrine Falcon's yellow light flashed, and replied: "The influence of your empathy with Rosen is stronger than what I analyzed. Mozart, memory and emotion are an important part of a person's personality. You can see it directly from Rosen's perspective." To see his memory, to feel the love and hate that he experienced. So, it is inevitable that you will be close to him in the way of behavior."

"But I obviously only experienced the memory on Sequoia Star...Why do I have such inexplicable hatred? I don't feel this way towards other people. I only lose control when I see Xia Changyu and Qin Tian .And I can fight Qin Tian evenly today. I seem to..." Mozart looked at his hands and murmured: "It seems that I know how to dodge and attack instinctively..."

"Because you not only experience Sequoia's memory, Rosen's subconscious also invades your mind when you are unconscious. This includes his fighting instinct and love and hate for other people."

Mozart repeated: "Love and hate for other people? How is it possible? Qin Tian and Xia Changyu are only young, and Luo Sen is about 60 years old. What kind of intersection can they have?"

Peregrine Falcon analyzed in silence for a while, then suddenly turned on the projector, projecting the personal data of Qin Tian and Xia Changyu onto the wall.Mozart looked at the headshots of the two, and the anger in his heart was like boiling water, gurgling again.

But Peregrine falcon changed the picture again, this time to two other people, they are the fathers of Qin Tian and Xia Changyu, Qin Hai and Xia Ling among the five members of the Standing Committee of the Federal Republic.

Mozart exclaimed: "It's them!"

The moment he saw Qin Haixialing's photo, Mozart felt that hatred erupted like a volcano.Compared with the feeling of seeing Qin Tian and Xia Changyu before, the difference between the two is like boiling water and magma, the difference is thousands of degrees.

Mozart's body trembled uncontrollably. It wasn't fear, but outrageous anger. He gritted his teeth.Peregrine quickly turned off the projection, and Mozart slowly calmed down.

He stared blankly at the blank wall: "So it's like this, so it's like this... At the time of Baishaxing, the centipede organization attacked Zhang Keyi. Qin Tian and Xia Changyu just resembled their father, and Luo Sen really hated it. It's these five Standing Committee members..."

He hugged his head and kept grabbing his short hair: "But why? The person Rosen should hate the most is obviously the Centipede Organization. What does it have to do with the Fifth Standing Committee?"

He said to himself again: "I had a nightmare last night. In the dream, I seemed to be Rosen. He was running on the streets full of flames, trying to find his sister, but his sister was caught by the police just one step away." He fell under the gravel, and at that moment, he felt endless sadness and despair. His body was burned by the flames, his flesh was burned, and only a pair of bones remained to support him, and finally the bones turned into fly ash."

The more he talked, the more he devoted himself, and the expression on his face gradually became crazy and distorted: "But I still refuse to die. I have experienced the flames of hell, and I have also met the gods in despair. I swear to the gods in the deepest part of hell , those people... those people... should never be reborn in the flames of hell! For this reason, I am willing to become an immortal ghost and bring the nightmare back to the world!"

This time, Mozart did not notice the change of his title, but Peregrine did, and he interrupted Mozart: "Mozart, you are not him."

Mozart paused, the madness on his face hadn't faded, and he looked at the peregrine falcon with a terrifying chill.

Peregrine repeated: "You are not him. Mozart, those feelings, anger and hatred, are not yours."

Mozart was stunned, he stayed for a moment, then suddenly covered his face and murmured: "But I can't tell..."

The author has something to say: You should understand everything in this chapter~ Memories and emotions can affect and shape a person.Rosen's memory is Mozart's teacher.

I sometimes wonder, if two people are given the exact same growth environment and are identical in every way, will they become people with the same personality.But it is impossible to achieve this kind of exactly the same variable conditions, and life is also wonderful because of its uniqueness~

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