Chapter 295 It’s All an Illusion

Mu Chun said the last two words carefully, and the tone of his voice at the end was miraculously connected.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, yes.

Illusion! Illusion! ! Illusion! ! !

It's an illusion that the door is unlocked. "

Muchun nodded, "Yeah."

"It's just an illusion that there is a thief in the house." Hu Peng became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.

Muchun nodded, "Yeah."

"The thief was lying on my couch, holding my Pikachu and Ducky."

Muchun nodded, "Yeah, yeah."

"It was an illusion that someone broke into the bedroom."

Muchun nodded, "Yeah."

Hu Peng spoke faster and faster, "It's an illusion that someone drank from my tea cup, it was an illusion that someone stepped on the carpet in my living room with dirty shoes, and it was even more of an illusion that someone covered me with my quilt, so there are people pointing fingers behind me. It’s also an illusion. It’s also an illusion that I feel bad about it. It’s also an illusion that I feel unhappy when I hear things that others are happy about. It’s just an illusion that I feel happy when I hear things that others are unhappy about.”

nod!

nod!

nod!

Shake your head!

nod! Shake your head!

nod! shake head

Shake your head! nod! Shake your head!

Muchun finally knew how painful the dolls in front of the car windshield felt.

As long as the sun shines or the car moves, they shake their heads or bodies. Sometimes they don't know what to do when the brakes are applied, which is very similar to the stupid look of humans.

Although according to the principles of mechanics, they move around just to return to the original position.

What is our initial position?

Is it the same for everyone?

Is it possible to go back?

Regardless of whether Muchun was making himself want to vomit by nodding and shaking his head, Hu Peng was in a good mood.

"Why should I care? Right or wrong? Maybe it's all an illusion and it will disappear after a while."

"It's really possible. Time is like a butcher's knife. An environment with many people in school is the same as any environment with many people. New topics will always wash away old topics. Many people just choose to do it first before that. It’s just about moving. If you can choose not to move optimistically, you are also highly intelligent.”

"Just pretend to be stupid."

Hu Peng blinked at Muchun.

"Huh? Playing dumb?"

"Well, since others are pointing fingers behind your back and not running up to you to point fingers, it means they don't think these practices are particularly on the table."

"This~~~~~~ is also possible."

"So, you don't need to think about it normally, right?"

Muchun couldn't keep up with what Hu Peng said. He suddenly let himself go?

What kind of life is this that forces this child to be like this! ! ! ! ! ! !

Muchun scratched his head. "Okay, then try to return to the original position, and I'll give you a gift."

Hu Peng nodded hard, "At worst, I'll start from the first grade! I'm an outstanding young teacher. It's better not to take it seriously than to feel uncomfortable!"

"This is not easy!"

"Things that are not easy require people's teachers to move forward bravely and not be afraid of difficulties and obstacles. By the way, what gift do you want to give me? Where is the gift? I have never thought that I can receive a gift from a doctor in my life. That's it. A book?"

"What book?" Muchun asked stupidly.

""On the Art of Daily Work of Primary School Teachers", this is it! This is it!"

"No, really not!"

Muchun waved her hands quickly, wanting to hide under the table - don't ask, please don't ask, there is no such book.

Mu Chun's heart was full of mixed feelings. Suddenly, he understood deeply, seriously, and uncontrollably how it felt when a man was asked by his girlfriend, "Did you lie? Did you lie? Did you lie?" Weak, helpless, and futile in our efforts.

In short, when others say you are lying, you are lying even if you are not lying. Heart is under the kyte? No, no, no, the distance between people's hearts is further than the stars and the sea.

"Really do not have?"

Hu Peng finally calmed down a little from his excitement. Muchun slowly supported his body from under the table, like a recruit slowly climbing out of the fortification after hearing the hail of bullets.

"Ah, no, I haven't seen this book before, but!"

Muchun suddenly said: "Although the book doesn't exist yet, it doesn't mean it will never exist. Many books may be in some people's minds."

"Yes, for example, I can write a book "On the Art of Daily Work of Primary School Teachers". With the honor of being an outstanding young teacher in the country, the publishing house may be interested in it."

Hu Peng's eyes shone with confidence and excitement.

Muchun quickly echoed happily: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, this is yes, this is really yes!"

"Then let's get started, I want to start writing today."

Hu Peng stood up and seemed really impatient.

Muchun suddenly lowered his voice, looking like a frustrated little daughter-in-law, "In this case, if the book is really published and becomes famous, wouldn't it be something that Hu Peng is happy about and make the people around him unhappy?"

"Eh? What makes you happy is what makes others unhappy."

Hu Peng also learned this.

Mu Chun nodded, "Yes, yes, happy, unhappy, happy, unhappy." Mu Chun first drew a circle with his left hand, then drew a square in the air with his right hand, then drew a smaller circle with his left hand, and a smaller square with his right hand. After repeating several times, the two hands were entangled together and locked tightly in front of the body.

"Ah, ah, help me, help me untie it."

Mu Chun begged painfully.

"You deserve it." Hu Peng said, put the chair under the table, and tidied up the coat he had just put on.

"Why are you so hard-hearted?"

Mu Chun said angrily.

"I am happy. Since happy things can make people unhappy, I will continue to pursue better things, starting from excellent teachers, making excellence more worthy of the name, starting from the first grade, let the test be the starting point of my new book. Next semester, Hu Peng, the first-grade deputy head teacher, will start a more excellent teaching career, so let the envy, jealousy and hatred come more fiercely."

Hu Peng did not laugh, Mu Chun was already imagining the BGM.

You can use the theme music of "Pacific Rim", which is definitely a very inspiring sand sculpture video.

"Well, I think you are completely——————" Mu Chun said.

Hu Peng didn't hear the last two words clearly. Does Mu Chun automatically stutter when he speaks? Hu Peng shook his head. At this moment, he no longer cares about these. He feels that there are more important things waiting for him ahead. When leaving the outpatient department of the Department of Psychosomatic Medicine, Hu Peng seems to hear another sentence from Mu Chun.

"Go to the outpatient hall to register again, register for the Department of Psychosomatic Medicine——————————————"

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