0231 Chapter 5: Rebirth of Blood Candle Castle (Section 29)
As expected, the change of seats did not completely follow my own wishes, but rather... a rather flamboyant and weird change.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was already suspended in mid-air, located at a height between the front row not far from the ground and the back row where I had to raise my head to gaze. Climbing down was not a big problem, but climbing up would be a bit difficult.
Under the tables and chairs is a flat surface paved with countless bamboo slips, scrolls, and rice paper. The layers are stacked on top of each other and roll up without wind. It does not look like the paper is thin. Instead, the stacked shape looks three-dimensional and thick, and there is no trace of discomfort when you step on it.
sense of security.
On the platform paved with books, there is a table that is 90% similar in appearance to the image she imagined. The material is a kind of wood whose quality is obviously far superior to the golden nanmu on the earth. Together with the rose chair under the seat, it is carved with craftsmanship.
Exquisite hollow relief.
Speaking of this alone, it seems to be in harmony with the monastery-style Western-style carved scripture desk of Senior Sister Justice. But in the following part, the painting style begins to develop in a weird direction.
From a cursory distance, the seats, tables and chairs of [The Poet of Murder] seemed to be just ordinary wood carvings. But Zhen Cheng, who was riding on the horse, could clearly observe that these hollow wood carvings were neither the bat peonies with traditional oriental meanings nor square.
Regular window lattice bars.
If I have to describe it, it is a surreal work of art...abstract, weird, and twisted. Zhen Cheng found humans with curled limbs like spring plates and pigs with rabbit ears on the carved patterns of tables and chairs.
, a clock that is as soft and flowing as spaghetti...
She even found an unforgettable image in it - [furious audience]!
On the simple scroll platform, the appearance of the tables and chairs is not the color of ordinary varnished wood, but seems to be painted with colorful oil paint.
Red, yellow, blue, black...all are bright colors with extremely high contrast and strong visual impact. The first thing people feel is that this is either a child's graffiti or the work of a madman.
Above the scroll is an artistic masterpiece that has destroyed all order and is dominated by chaos and madness!
Is this the so-called "wonderful providence" attached to their respective titles?
"Don't think blindly. The appearance of the seats is 100% generated according to your respective hearts. There is no 'external force' as Misha just hinted at, at least not in terms of appearance," Qu Yun said with a smile:
"Those colors and carvings are just the product of your subconscious instinct to be creative and innovative when you relax.
It can only show that no matter how dignified and well-behaved you appear, you are actually quite rebellious, flamboyant, and unrestrained on the inside.
The fact is that the seat of [The Preface Poet] should be like this. If there were not any uncontrollable weird changes, I would actually wonder if I had accepted the wrong student."
Zhen Cheng glanced at the desk in front of him, touched it and sighed.
It has to be said that although this combination of simple book style and avant-garde art is very eccentric, they are precisely the embodiment of Zhen Cheng's own dual characteristics.
In other words, creativity is the peak at the top of the mountain of books. She does not dislike this seemingly awkward aesthetic form.
"Well, before get out of class ends, I would like to emphasize two final points on class rules." Qu Yun said, reaching up and pointing upwards.
Following what Qu Yun expected, Zhen Cheng noticed a line of Chinese characters high on the wall of the podium - There is no good or evil in the world.
Previously, since she was brought into the classroom by Qu Yun, she had always been facing the classmates' seats at the back of the classroom. Now she turned to face the podium, and only then did she notice at Qu Yun's prompt that this row was originally very conspicuous, gathered by the faint light of the arcana.
Text on the stone brick wall of the old castle.
"First point, no matter what you think, this is the rule here. Don't use your own views of good and evil to evaluate others, freedom is above all else.
This is my class, so you must follow my rules. If anyone is dissatisfied, you can apply to transfer to another department, or you can challenge me at any time, assassinate me, incite classmates to besiege me, or trick the principal into expelling me.
In the Archeology Department of Blood Candle Castle, these are all your freedom. In short, whether it is for me or my classmates from other departments, or the indigenous creatures in the outer universe, please follow your own thoughts, actions, desires, and actions.
Of course, the prerequisite for doing whatever you want is inseparable from your own strength. I don’t have time to open portals all over the world to save you.
In addition to ensuring that any actions against me will not be held accountable, no matter what trouble you cause outside, you must at least prepare the back-up plan to escape, or the price of asking your senior sister to help.
Second point, as a supplement, you need to actively compromise with each other.
In other words, what you do on a daily basis needs to be limited to the exclusion of the class. No matter how contradictory your personalities are, as long as you are in this class and are still my students, the nine of you must treat each other.
Give me phase, kiss, phase, love.
The distance between the seats between you shows to a certain extent the degree of compatibility between your three views and temperaments.
Seats adjacent to each other tend to agree more with each other's behavioral views, and seats at opposite ends of each pair of straight lines represent the greatest degree of conflict in thoughts and beliefs.
However, according to the specific needs of extracurricular teaching and examination subjects, there are many situations where you need to cooperate with classmates with whom you are different or even completely contradictory.
In this case, you will inevitably encounter many conflicting styles and values. At this time, you need to remember the second class rule.
If your classmate wants to save the person you want to kill, let her save it. If your classmate wants to kill the person you want to save, let her kill it.
The life and death of others, the rise and fall of every world, are not as important as the harmony between you. Keep this in mind, whether the classmates around you are the defenders you most dislike, or the murderers you cannot accept, please give me a good understanding.
Measure each other."
As Zhen Cheng listened, he made calculations in his mind. If he calculated it this way, although he didn't know what the principle was, the one who was least in tune with him in the class should be [Empress of All Worlds] Senior Sister Mei Bixi?
Thinking of that arrogant and poisonous fairy woman, Zhen Cheng was convinced. She herself didn't care too much about Mei Bixi's unreasonable offense, but instinctively felt that it was difficult to find a common language with her.
"As long as you do the above two things, you will be my disciples. Otherwise, your credits will be deducted or you will be expelled! Please remember at all times that the harmony between you is the top priority in all heavens and all realms!
No matter how you create the rest, there is no problem that cannot be solved. Even if you kill the children of tutors in other colleges, it will not be a big deal. But even though there is no need to worry about it, problems that should be solved should be solved when trouble occurs.
For example, if anyone eats up all the slaves kept in the school again, Yiko will personally carry her to do all the work that those slaves are responsible for!" As she said that, she cast her unkind eyes on the mosaic in the corner at the back of the classroom:
"If you can't keep your mouth shut, just earn your own credits and buy slaves to eat! Now, get out of class is over."
Zhen Cheng turned around, just in time to see several mosaic-covered tentacles that had secretly stretched out from the damaged doorway without her knowing it, and retracted them with a "swipe" sound.
She silently rubbed her temples. Although Qu Yun's speech turned into a joke without any tension at the end, Zhen Cheng did not miss the rare seriousness on her face just now.