172: Chapter 60 Who am I?_3 172: Chapter 60 Who am I?_3 “How many planks have been replaced on your ship?
Is it still the same ship that set sail?”
No crew member could provide an answer.
Just as no one could tell Qiluo if she was still her past self.
Her appearance had changed, her personality had changed, and even the way she spoke had changed.
Memories from her past life, as proof of her own identity, remained in her heart—but was that the only defining element?
It was equally reasonable to say she was a different individual with the same memories, or a cyber specter that had taken over the original consciousness.
Following this train of thought, he turned it upon himself.
What about the individual named Gongsun Ce?
His heart had been replaced two weeks ago, one of the skills he utilized was the Impermanence Skill bestowed upon him by another, and his wounds had been mended countless times with white matter – who knew how much of his current body truly belonged to “Gongsun Ce” himself.
Was he still the same person from the past?
He was a college student, not a scientist, let alone a philosopher.
It was utterly impossible for him to clarify a question that countless sages had failed to answer.
Therefore, Gongsun Ce decided to address the girl’s doubts in a simple and crude manner befitting a student.
“Speaking of which, Miss Qiluo.
Why did you choose that name for yourself after losing your memory?”
“…Actually, it was the first word I remembered.
I subconsciously thought it was my name.”
“Then why did you continue to sing after losing your memory?”
Qiluo said with puffed cheeks, “I’ve always loved singing.
Besides, I’ve practiced for so long, I couldn’t forget the songs!”
The first word she recalled was the title of her new album.
Even if she had forgotten the past, the songs she practiced routinely had not been forgotten.
With dedication like yours, even the harshest critic couldn’t deny you were an idol, could they?
“I can’t know how you feel about it, but to me, whether you’ve lost your memory or whatever your appearance may be—”
The Qiluo he knew had come into existence because of an experimental accident and originally did not exist in reality.
Yet even she, as ephemeral as a phantom, had things she couldn’t forget.
The pink-haired girl looked up, her eyes reflecting the young man’s gentle smile.
“You’ve always been the idol miss who loves to sing,” Qiluo said softly.
“…Do you like my songs?”
To be honest, Qiluo’s singing was not as melodious as Xingli’s.
However, she was not asking for a critique of quality, but rather a matter of preference.
“I’m your fan, Miss Qiluo.”
The pink-haired girl gazed at him blankly for a moment, then suddenly sprang forward with a “waah.”
“Thank you, Gongsun Ce!!”
“You’re still even with your memory restored?!
Miss Qiluo, I appreciate your kindness, but please think of my reputation as well!!”
“A near-fatal hug for a fan.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have tried to act cool with that line!!”
He ultimately had to use his superpower to pull away.
For some reason, the pink-haired girl seemed very happy.
“Gongsun Ce, can I still stay in the club in the future?”
“Thinking of quitting just a few days after joining?
Not a chance, Kardesia’s club president won’t let you go without approval.”
“It’s because of me that it turned out this way—”
“You’ve helped everyone so much, let’s call it even.”
Qiluo looked like she couldn’t quite let go.
The Superpower User recalled the excuse he had made when leaving home.
“Actually, I promised them I’d buy ice pops on the way back, so why don’t you treat this time?”
Leave it to me!!” Qiluo paused for a moment, then brightened up with a cheerful laugh, “After we return, I’ll thank everyone!”
The Superpower User and the idol went to a convenience store in the neighborhood and bought a whole bunch of ice pops.
He started by eating one with a chocolate banana flavor.
“I must say, you’ve already gotten used to our tempo, Miss Qiluo.”
The idol followed suit, peeling open the wrapper and licking a matcha-flavored ice pop, “After all, we’re friends, right?”
“To call us strangers at this point, your heart must be really cold.”
“Then why do you still address me as Miss Qiluo?”
She looked up at the gray-haired young man.
Her eyes curved and her smile carried her unique innocence as well as the playfulness of a professional idol.
“Call me Qiluo, okay?”
…Girls in the entertainment industry really are something.
Even with eyes that saw through reality, it was difficult to discern all the truth within that smile.
He thought this rude thought to himself as he silently nodded.