This is a true story that took place in an unrecognized era, and in order to remember a friend I loved, believe it or not, I decided to POST online.
Characters and venues in the play are replaced with pseudonyms, so don’t come asking the cat for real answers.OK?
（１）
I’m an observer, charged with the job of recording and analyzing information in the shadows.
On September 9, 1996, I entered the Institute of Electrical Engineering of a university in Hsinchu with a back-up qualification.
The first day I entered the laboratory, I was attracted by the “lighthouse in the ocean” of that session. The so-called “lighthouse in the middle of the ocean” refers to a rare creature in the College of Engineering, which is scientifically named WOMAN.
Her nickname is “Ai”, which she gave herself. She’s a pretty sister with a pretty face and a nice body, and she’s the “flower” of the Electric Power Research Institute. (With only one participant and one winner, it was an impossible task for her to miss out on the election.) A few months after the start of the school year, according to the information I gathered, Ai, a beautiful girl of 24 years old, was staying out alone.
The good kids at Super Writer’s Honors once defined a dangerous “forbidden beauty” as a beautiful woman who was unloved for years and years. (I’ll tell you about that later.) In my experience, beautiful women usually have some strange fetishes, such as asking men to lick their high heels. Ai is no exception. However, it’s not the queen’s SM tendencies, but the extremely serious “end of the second dimension syndrome”. Simply put, she doesn’t respond to the real world. What’s worse, she’s a master of the violin, ki (SLG strategy games), books (event libraries), drawing (manga), shooting (firearms), gyoji (mountain road racing), and jutsu (data loss).
First-class writer Mud321 once said that talking to someone with such a strong logical concept as him is like being interrogated by a criminal. I felt the same way after witnessing “Ai’s Conversation with a Man” several times. “Ai’s conversation with a man starts out as a standard “complete pickup manual” conversation, and then after a few minutes, Ai uses professional-level digressions to take the conversation to deeper and deeper places.
To give you the most down-to-earth example, the opening minute and thirty seconds was devoted to an 8 o’clock drama, and at one minute and thirty-one seconds it became “Ai’s analysis of the Egyptian Pharaohs”. As I hid at the workstation screen, faithfully taking notes, I watched the victim’s face turn green and blue like a cheap neon sign. My guess is that he was as confused as I was as to what Joan of Arc’s 8 o’clock serial 9 Dreams had to do with the Egyptian Pharaoh Dutankhamen.
At thirty minutes and thirty seconds, Sacrifice makes a last ditch attempt to digress back to the 9 o’clock unit series Plastic Flowers. At thirty minutes and thirty-one seconds, Ai begins to talk about her initial theory of the hidden internal mechanics of the Gouffe Pyramid. Sixty minutes later, the victim is acquitted of all charges with a bitter look on his face.
A few days after I had finished my prototype of “Ai’s Conversation with a Man,” I had the courage to ask Ai out to dinner so that I could be a scriptwriter for a color-changing spider’s web program in the future. Surprisingly, she agreed to meet me at 18:30 in the evening under the Dongda Flyover in the city.
As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a good banquet, no such thing as a good meeting, in case she organizes a Hongmen Banquet to gnaw at me with no money in my pocket and she still has to pay out of her purse, then what can we do? So I mentioned a few large bills in advance to cope with.
At 18:30, Ai showed up on time and took me to the old Chen Ji Noodle Restaurant on Guangfu Road.
“What do you like to eat?” Ai asked.
“Just like you.” I replied.
“Then let’s start with a cage of steamed dumplings, a plate of potstickers, two beef patties, two scallion pancakes, and two bowls of millet porridge.”
Ai’s eating was elegant, very similar to replaying an endless movie in slow motion. Just after five spoons of congee and three coats of vegetables, I started to ask her a few tentative questions. (The truth is that I was already full from my relatively small meal.) As soon as she opened her mouth, I realized that this woman is really something else. Xiao Ai said that when she mixed with the society, all she saw was the shocking tragedy of civil war, the vassals who wanted to unify the society, the ideological struggle of different schools, and the paralyzed and incompetent leadership of the upper echelon, the magnificent waves of the wind and clouds are just like the reprinting of the warring states era.
My feeling at the time was that she was really good at writing novels. (In recent retrospect, she’s much more creative than that guy in C.C. who came back to set fires after getting fired.) When Ai’s slow motion replay screen ended, I hastily suggested that it was getting late and it was time to go back. Firstly, in order to hurry back to write the manuscript that I’m going to submit for the color-changing spider’s web in the future; secondly, I’m afraid that Ai will talk about the alien conspiracy and go on and on and on and on and on. The first round of Ai’s interview ended with empty congee bowls, empty plates, and steamers full of steamed dumplings.
（２）
The vast majority of human beings are irrational creatures who are easily influenced by their environment. If you don’t believe me, turn on one of the few cable TVs you can watch.
I admit that I am a weak-willed, see the wind on the wall, I should not be in the process of studying to bet on the dormitory classmates cheating on every test, plagiarized homework, always sneer at others jealous of him into the accumulation of “good”.
The behavior of the Helicopter National License X Research Institute is a cause for concern.
Ai’s appearance did shake up my outlook on life as a dabbler in home TV instruments, and the more I tried to write a faithful account of what happened, the more I fell into a quagmire from which I could not extricate myself.
Charming, is it really the XY chromophore gene? If that’s the case, then I may need to register at a provincial hospital to talk to a psychiatrist about the first ever smoking or drinking student to hallucinate as a result of writing a colorful spiderweb script.
As I became familiar with Ai, I gradually got used to her “lecture” habits, and talking to her was like taking a social history class. It was at this point that my hallucinations came to the surface of my consciousness. I began to suspect that Ai was the undead man in Time and Space, the Connor McGraw played by Christopher Lamb.
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day of a certain night, I think I have been on the verge of collapse, originally I thought I was sandwiched between pain and happiness, I did not realize that I was excluded from happiness and pain, such as this situation of cut and cut, in addition to the three sections of the knife, there is no other way. At this time, in the soundless laboratory, quietly left only Xiao Ai and I struggling in the split personality between.
After the seminar, I offered to go to her place to sit down, and I nodded my head in agreement with my instincts as I was reorganizing my brain disks. From past experience, I never turn down an offer from a beautiful woman, unless she has a horrible boyfriend. I don’t care if I beat up dozens of black labeled brothers by myself, I’m more worried about dozens of black labeled brothers beating up me alone.
Ai’s kitty litter can be described as chaotic to the highest point, with order in the house. Each category of items with the same attributes were neatly placed in the same area, but the zones were contraptions of a completely different nature from each other. Next door to the cosmetic kingdom where bottles and jars are arranged in an orderly fashion is a concentration point for computers, next door. Next door is a semi-finished model of a miniature shipyard, next door is a movable clothes kitchen that looks like granite on the outside, and finally a bed . The whole thing seems to be a ring, a kind of put-on atmosphere in the middle of a spill.
Ai opened a bottle of Santori and poured me half a glass. Looking at her pretty face, I was eight points drunk before the wine even entered my mouth, until I saw a samurai sword resting on the edge of the bed. According to her, it was the sword of Oda Nobunaga, the sixth king of the demons in Japan 500 years ago, and the hilt was the bone of Sakyamuni’s Buddha.
As I write this, I want to emphasize once again that I’m not afraid of a woman who sleeps with a katana in her arms night after night, but I’m more worried about Ai’s movements as she caresses the sheath of the sword. It would be fine if it was a rusty maneuver, but the scene before me shows that even I, who was a good boy who had never cut anyone with a sword until the second before I was born, can see that Ai is an expert.
“A long, long time ago someone said that having a magical beauty would drain a man’s essence, do you believe that?”
Ai, who was using her arm as an axis to turn the samurai sword that was glowing brightly, asked me.
“How?”
I’m more afraid of the big knife in her hand that cuts people without sticking out.
“Will you be afraid of me?”
As soon as Ai’s words were out of her mouth, the room suddenly lost its artificial light due to a power surge. It was probably because the contractor who was digging up the road nearby had hit the electric pole again.
At this moment, the moonlight outside the window spilled onto Ai’s cheeks in a tantalizing manner. If she is willing to put down the big knife in her hand, I will really hold her so cold little hand and kiss it.
“Long nights are good for those who prefer solitude…”
Ai voluntarily tilted her upper body toward me sitting on the edge of the bed, and the horizontal line of my gaze happened to be level enough to look into the slightly open collar.
The curve of Ai’s breasts is really beautiful, although I often use her to steal a few glances while playing BBS, this is the first time when I can get close enough to charge launching distance.
Confucius said, “A gentleman is a man who starts with manners and stops with them. Although I think I am not a gentleman, I have decided to follow the example of Suke-no-Tui now that the other side has a scary guy on their hands.
（３）
There will always be a moment when the lonely, forlorn chronicler writes the closing paragraph, although I wonder if in the future there will be another one that so-and-so has the presence of mind to transcribe it from a stone wall and name it the Stone Book or something.
After continuing to maintain a parallel but not mutually exclusive relationship with Ai, I think I can go to a special training course for politicians and get a XX director’s seat. However, all this is beside the point, because I have already written my suicide note, finished my funeral arrangements, and am ready to go to the “last” big prison sentence (I am very careful not to make a typo here) of the Chinese Republican Army that I can’t escape from.
Without further ado, let’s move on to the final chapter of Ai-chan’s story: It was the tragic scene of a night of stormy weather that gave birth to confidence, and after I received my diploma, I walked to Ai-chan’s apartment on shaky feet with a sense of sadness and pain.
Sad because I’m finally out of school (I didn’t sign up for the PhD entrance exam, and even if I did, I’d probably be cannon fodder for the application fee), bitter because I’m a malnourished person who can’t escape the prison sentence that grown-up men serve on some island (I personally think that “slogans” mean about as much as something buried under a mountain of garbage), and staggering because I drank half a bottle of plum wine in one gulp. (personally, I think “slogan” means the same thing as being buried under a mountain of garbage), and the reason I’m staggering is because I drank half a bottle of plum wine in one gulp.
When I walked into the apartment where Ai lived, the floor and ceiling were shaking from side to side (because I was drunk).
I knocked on her door, but there was no answer, so I opened it with a key that I had obtained for some reason (this involves a yet-to-be-played episode of the X-Files, so I’m not releasing it for now, for copyright’s sake). Ai wasn’t there, nor was the katana she kept on her nightstand. Then I got bored and subconsciously headed for the roof.
(In hindsight, this proved to be a bad decision.) After slowly climbing up to the roof and pushing open the iron door of the top floor balcony, a piece of UFO flew right past me. After I sobered up from the shock, I realized that the UFO was a broken piece of iron, the front of Ai’s katana to be exact.
I saw Ai and a young man with long hair going at it with swords, and the katana in Ai’s hand had been chopped off to go (to add to that, the katana almost appeared on my head.). . The man proceeded to strike a final blow at Ai, who was sitting on the ground… At this point in the record, some historians may wonder why I didn’t go to the rescue? To which I reply, from the position of someone who was there, “What do you think this was, a drama called “One Million and One Marriage Proposals” or “Neo-Tokyo Love Story”?
At that time, in a state of immobility, I only saw Ai raise her sword and block, and in an instant, the remaining half of the katana was shattered into pieces, shining like a sky full of stars under the moonlight.
Just when the situation was urgent, a nameless wind blew up and rolled up the curtains of the altar on the roof, and the deadly fight between these two people suddenly stopped at the present moment?
“OOOOOXXXXOOOOXXXX (Japanese),” the man said.
Translation: The mountain doesn’t turn, Aiji.
“…” Ai stared back at the other without speaking.
It then occurred to me that Ai had once said that battles between the undead should not be held in “holy places” (I guess a place with a shrine is considered a holy place… I don’t know if Song O’s dojo counts as a holy place).
The next day, I stood at the departure gate of Taoyuan Chung Cheng International Airport and watched Ai’s back. According to her, she was going back to Japan to cast Excalibur. I don’t understand why she didn’t use the lathe at the Institute of Mechanical Engineering to turn one. Maybe we could even make a titanium sword and call it a “multi-directional finite-length linear impact generator”.
Thus, the protagonist of the record returned to Japan…
Graduate School Photo Story Zero ～The Truth Comes Out～01
AD2000.2.14 Late night somewhere in Taiwan.
“Aiki, miracles don’t happen twice.” The slim man with crimson blood red pupils in his eyes held a long katana and said to the beautiful young girl in a dark trench coat in front of him.
“Kagejiro…”
The beautiful girl known as Aihime drew a morosely glowing katana out from within her trench coat.
Characters and venues in the play are replaced with pseudonyms.
I’m an observer, charged with the job of recording and analyzing information in the shadows.
AD1997.6.6AM10:00
～stage1～The past is the past.
Today is the memorial day of Normandy Landing, plus the instructor professor didn’t show up in the lab, so I walked happily back to my place to surf the BBS. unfortunately, the chat room was empty, and that’s when I realized that the cat that wakes up early doesn’t always have fish to eat.
Since I can’t get online, I’m going to wander down the hill.
In hindsight this proved to be the best decision in the cat’s life.
As soon as I stepped out of the door of my apartment, I realized that the sun was really hot and scary, which was really not suitable for me who was turning into a vampire (I don’t sleep at night and don’t get up in the morning), so I decided to turn around and go back.
Just as I turned around, I saw Ai Cat Island (pseudonym), the flower of Chunghwa University’s Densho Institute, a mysterious beauty with attractive diamond-wheat-colored healthy skin, walking through the door carrying a small bag.
I routinely waved and practiced, practiced hitting on people (I couldn’t pick up the claw anyway, so I got over it).
“Hi!”
I hadn’t been in contact with anyone for a long time and lacked the content of a conversation.
“┅┅”
A moment of silence.
“Going swimming?” I struggled to make conversation.
“Very close.” Ai’s voice was sweet and nice.
“How about coming along?” She offered.
Sunburned, I agreed without thinking.
The place where Ai lives is a stand-alone building on the side of the road, surrounded by pine forests within 200M, and looks a lot like the evil old castle in the video game.
She led me to the roof of the building, where there was only a water tower and a simple water filter and a hot sun. I looked at the mirage of desert-like heat and began to regret it.
As I was about to turn and bolt, my eyes nearly fell out.
Ai began to take off her clothes and pants one by one:O She was really a very pretty girl, with long, slender legs, a slim waist, erect breasts, and mouth-watering wheat-colored healthy skin.
I was frozen, incapacitated, and all I could feel was the blood starting to collect in my lower body.
Naked, Ai pressed her buttocks against the sun-baked concrete floor and slowly pulled out the sunscreen, letting it pour onto her naked skin as if she were performing for me.
As Ai’s delicate fingers roamed over her naked jade body, my mouth probably opened wider than the mouth of a frog flattened by a truck on the road.
The hot sun kissed the delicate female body lying on her back on the concrete floor, the oily and sweaty rye-colored skin rolled over on the hot concrete floor, and the mud and sand leaked out on the body that continued to show first-class elasticity. Ai slowly wriggled like a snake on the hot concrete floor, the sharpness of a cheetah emanating from the pupils of her eyes, and finally, she stopped this torturous movement and stared at me wistfully.
“Are you afraid of me?” Ai said.
Of course not. As a cat with ideals and aspirations, I would never do anything that would be so outrageous and outrageous that it would not be tolerated by the gods! As soon as she removes the katana from the roof, I’ll pounce on her!
Graduate School Photo Story Zero ～The Truth Comes Out～02
Characters and venues in the play are replaced with pseudonyms. I’m an observer, charged with the job of recording and analyzing information in the shadows.
Conditioning 2.14. Night.
Immediately following the unfortunate hot days came the horrible nights.
After sunset dinner, the phone in my room rang and it was an incoming call from Ai.
Scared during the day, I still ran towards the apartment where she lived without thinking.
It was a very scary night that I think I’ll never forget.
When the lower half of my body used to think for the first time I saw Xiao Ai wearing a hot red lace piping western-style fancy dress, my head suddenly went blank, and my eyes stared straight at her semi-exposed plump breasts. At that time, I really wanted to recklessly jump forward and bite down on her breasts.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way, and I was lured step by step into her trap like a stupid cat in her palm.
Ai slowly retreated towards the stairs, her tulle-covered right arm reaching out to me as if to tickle me. I finally couldn’t stand it anymore, one step and two steps rushed to the stairs. Running and running, just can’t catch up with Ai, not long, I rushed to the balcony of the top floor.
The moonlight fell on the hot concrete floor, and something was suddenly thrown in front of me? I was shocked to realize that it was a replica of a Victorian-era sword. What’s worse, Ai had the same sword in her hand, and she’d already lost the scabbard.
“A night like this is always particularly lonely…” Ai said, while raising her sword sideways toward me in the standard Victorian fencing stance.
I was already not very good at talking, but at the moment I couldn’t say half a word.
“Play with me, I like foreplay that’s a little more special…” said Ai wistfully as snow lit up her creepy cat eyes.
With an ugly face, I reluctantly drew my sword with trembling hands.
“If you lose to me, you’ll have to lick my stilettos.” Ai, who looked like an SM queen in the moonlight, said horribly.
Having gotten on board, I was tossed around as a toy for her entertainment until late at night.
Unfortunately, she didn’t end up asking me to lick her stilettos, but I was hit with a total of eight swords, and Ai, who claimed to be “quite rusty” at Western fencing, cut my shirt and pants to shreds.
For the next five days, I was “detained” by Ai at her house, and whenever she had time, she dragged me to fencing practice.