Are you, as meal replacement users, ready for the consequences?

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After all, he's just a mentally ill person, not a brainless idiot with a missing piece of his head.

I wanted to cut it, just to vent my frustration with this annoying thread.

Now, should we return the scissors?

Ningzi indifferently twirled the scissors, the blades occasionally grazing Deng's short gray hair.

Ok?

By the way, haven't I learned enough about lights yet?

My understanding of the lamp only existed during the two weeks we spent together and in a false and erroneous memory.

She really didn't know anything about the gray-haired penguin in front of her.

How do you get to know someone?

Start with the other party themselves.

Amber eyes swept over half of the lamp's body, finally settling on its well-maintained hair.

Chapter 61. First Sample Collection of Takasatsuma Lamp

In class, there were less than fifteen minutes left before the end of get out of class.

Ningzi held the scissors in her hand, staring blankly at the gray expanse in front of her.

This misty grayness is a roadblock obscuring her relationship with Deng.

Why doesn't the light proactively share information with you if you don't try to understand it? Is it because the light intended to keep these things to itself from the beginning...?

He waved the scissors and drew a big X in the air.

No, no, no, the lamp initially mistook me for Xiangzi, which is why it communicated with itself to a certain extent.

This is based on the past and feelings between Deng and Xiangzi.

What I need to do now is to understand what those lights think they know, and to find the various secrets that belong to the lights.

such as…

Ningzi carefully pinched a strand of Dengdengdeng's hair; the soft texture gave her goosebumps.

What does Xiaodeng's hair look like when it's cut off? Does it change color the moment it falls out? Does it make a strange scream? Is it sweet and delicious, or does it smell like stones?

Or perhaps it was originally made from polished stone...

I really want to cut it off, I really want to cut off some of Takamatsu Takamori's hair.

To understand Takamatsu Lantern... start with her physical characteristics.

The black line in front of me twisted and turned, like a coiled and folded peptide chain. The silhouette of the black line and a few strands of long hair from the lamp gradually overlapped.

"But if I cut off a few without leaving a trace, Xiaodeng won't blame me, right?"

Even if you don't cut it secretly, if you tell Dengdeng directly, she won't refuse you.

The black-handled scissors hesitated as they approached Takamatsu, but withdrew at the moment of contact.

Ah, what am I thinking...?

Cutting directly will make noise; I didn't even consider the noise the scissors make when cutting hair... What a terrible hair thief! If the light catches me, it might cause a misunderstanding.

Misunderstandings can widen the distance between two people, eventually banishing a loving young couple to two isolated islands in a foggy ocean.

Separated by thousands of miles, they were left to fend for themselves until they passed away, never to meet again.

Toyokawa Ningko was playing with the scissors.

First, you need to determine the sharpness of the scissors…

Ningzi glanced at the red-haired girl beside her, who straightened her back as if she had been startled.

It's really strange. Why are you so afraid of yourself? I'm not going to eat you.

Okay, I'll test it on my own hair first. Hopefully, I won't be disappointed.

Ningzi grabbed a small tuft of blue hair and cut it off without hesitation.

I didn't cut many, just a dozen or so scattered hairs... They were prickly, and the cuts were uneven.

The scissors are fast and sharp... an excellent combination of metal plates. They are great partners for stabbing people, stabbing people, committing suicide, cutting hair...

Slender fingers brushed against the ends of Takamatsu's hair. Because she was used to such intimate gestures, Takamatsu didn't feel anything was amiss.

If I were to stab her throat and pierce her heart right now... she probably wouldn't even notice.

If the lamp dies… her love for me will be forever frozen before her death… No, no, no, how could I think of that? How could I think of sending the lamp to heaven? That's too terrifying.

With her left hand pressing down on her trembling right hand, her eyes stung from staring for so long. As the scissors snapped shut, a few strands of gray hair slowly drifted down.

"This, this is Xiaodeng's hair!"

Ningzi's scissors fell limply to the table. She suppressed the urge to eat the hair and pulled it towards her nose.

It smells so good. Is this the unique scent of a girl named Takamatsu Akari?

Is this the scent my sister once smelled too? Of all the people on this earth who can breathe, how many with ulterior motives have touched, caressed, or smelled Takamatsu Akari's scent before me...? It's okay, Akari, I forgive you... It's not your fault...

I can forgive you for using me as a meal replacement... even though you haven't apologized to me, it's okay...

I will, and will eventually completely replace all traces of you in my memory, I will…

Ningzi mixed her gray and blue hair together, and a large clump of gray-blue hair gave off a wonderful scent in Ningzi's palm.

I want to become all your beautiful memories from now on. I really hope that you'll only have eyes for me from now on.

In this way, more love will...

"Well…"

My stomach felt like it had been intensely stimulated, followed by a spasm and then a wave of nausea that made me feel suffocated.

The burning desire in her heart gradually subsided. Ningzi covered her mouth with a napkin, feeling nauseous several times within a minute, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

In the unfocused pupils, a touch of sky blue and a strange deep red seemed to dance on the amber background.

Several colors swirled around, eventually settling into a calm amber hue.

In just a short while, the physical discomfort disappeared, and Toyokawa Ningko gradually calmed down.

She looked at the hair in the textbook, then at the scissors in the notebook, and felt a moment of disorientation.

What were you doing just now? How could this happen?

It seems a bit excessive, but...

With her hair spread out on the notebook, Toyokawa Ningko could no longer see the black line.

I cut it off myself. That annoying thing disappeared as the hair fell out.

After carefully examining the twenty-odd gray-blue hairs in his hand, Ningzi felt that something was missing.

I was so mean, secretly cutting someone else's hair...

That's right, we should glue them together! Yes! This is missing!

What can I use to stick them onto the notebook?

With her head turning stiffly and slowly, Toyokawa Ningko looked at the red-haired female classmate next to her.

Red-haired girl: !!!

Seeing the girl's terrified expression, Toyokawa Ningko responded with a warm smile.

Hey, hey, hey, do you have to act like you've seen a ghost?

That's really rude.

Ch62. First Preservation of Takamatsu Lamp Samples

"Sorry, your hair is really beautiful... Um, could I borrow some more transparent tape? Please."

"Okay...okay! Toyokawa-kun, here you go!"

With her hands clasped together, she presented the transparent tape, looking like an envoy from ancient times coming to pay homage to a suzerain state.

Ningzi's respectful tone wasn't unpleasant; in fact, it could even bring her a certain degree of pleasure... though not much.

Hmph, I'll just let you off the hook since you witnessed the whole thing. You can continue to hide in the shadows and live a peaceful life as a stupid nobody who witnessed the fusion of certain parts of me and the cute lamp.

Ningzi tore off a corner of the transparent tape, cut off about two centimeters of it with scissors, and stuck the cut tape on the corner of the table for future use.

Sticking hair to a notebook is a big project; if you're not careful, all the hair will fall out.

Then we'll just have to keep collecting new materials, but if we cut too much and get caught, it'll be hard to explain.

It's not impossible to accidentally shave your head bald.

Toyokawa Ningko knew that this was the only, and also the luckiest, opportunity of her life.

If you miss this opportunity to save the small light hair, every subsequent collection will be a collection of risks.

Ningzi carefully arranged the gray and blue hairs in a neat and orderly manner, and then slowly applied the transparent tape without any negligence.

Posting only one might be unstable; a few mischievous ones might escape when you turn the page.

Ningzi applied four or five more patches until the poor hair was completely secured and there was no way it would fall out, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've finally preserved my friendship with Xiaodeng, eh."

This is the first step in gaining a deeper understanding of lamps, a sacred and historically significant step. More will be learned about lamps in the future…

All the photos of the lamp, the lamp's house number, how many friends the lamp has had, how many times the lamp has drunk coffee and tasted black tea...

Everyone wants to know, so that once they know, they can coordinate with the lamp and make its future life filled with their own colors.

In that case, you'll receive more love, right?

Do the same to your older sister, do the same to Hailing, try your best to fill everyone's lives, and also to…

"Xiao Ning?"

"what?"

She quickly closed the green-covered notebook, then leaned forward, pressing her elbow firmly against it, feigning composure.

When he came to his senses again, it was already time for get out of class to end. Takamatsu looked at him with concern, like a cute little pet waiting for its owner to scratch and feed it.

No way, they probably saw it.

As her scalp tingled, beads of sweat began to seep from her forehead, and Toyokawa Ningko gave a stiff smile.

She felt like she looked like a zombie when she laughed, the only difference being that her corpse was hot to the touch.

"Xiao Ning, I didn't quite understand that question just now, could you teach me?"

Ningzi didn't notice anything amiss in Gao Songdeng's tone. She could tell from Deng's words that he was shy and embarrassed.

There was no shock or disgust.

The other party seemed genuinely unaware of his treacherous collection…

How pure those delicate amber eyes of the lamp were! Ningzi could see the beating heart in her own amber eyes through them.

"This question! Little Lamp, let me see..."

The questions weren't difficult. Although Ningzi hadn't attended any classes, surprisingly, she seemed to be able to write everything on the list.

It's practically tailor-made for someone, as if they left a whole bag of canned knowledge in their mind and forgot to take it with them.

"Stupid lamp, look carefully, this is how it's written."

Ningzi's heart was pounding. She tried her best to hide her panic and stood up to explain the problem to Deng.

Subconsciously grasping the lamp's small hand, Ningzi took the black pen from the other person and pretended to be serious as she wrote down the process and analysis of the math problem on the draft paper.

If you explain things in enough detail, even if the lamp just realized something was wrong, it will be led astray and forget about it.

She wouldn't notice; she definitely wouldn't have discovered anything... If she had, would she still be able to find more material about the lamp and learn more about it in the future?

Only by understanding each other more can you completely replace other people in the other person's mind and become the only one they care about.

It's all Xiaodeng's fault. If Xiaodeng weren't so cute, I wouldn't have fallen for her.

Ningzi helped Deng solve the problem while holding onto the table. Her drooping hair intertwined with Deng's gray hair, just like the tuft of hair hidden in the notebook behind the transparent tape.

The most beautiful color in the world must be blue within gray.