Chapter Ninety-Two: Who Are You?!

Everyone was stunned, because Geng Haoshi had actually blasted Coach Tony to the floor!

Yet the one most shocked at that moment was Geng Haoshi himself, because he could clearly sense that his body was no longer under his own control.

And 9527, too, along with Geng Haoshi 2.0, were equally astonished, because neither 9527 was helping, nor had Geng Haoshi 2.0 seized the initiative.

What was going on? Who are you? Geng Haoshi realized that the one occupying his body was not Geng Haoshi 2.0, and he was at a loss, able only to keep asking the same question in his heart, again and again: Who are you?

He kept asking, but received no answer.

By then Tony had already risen from the floor. Though surprised, he did not show it directly, keeping the same easy smile on his face. “Little Two, not bad. So it really is the old master falling to random fists!”

The others present might well have thought Geng Haoshi had simply gotten lucky. After all, how could someone who had only trained for four months, practicing boxing just one hour a day, possibly knock out a professional boxer with a single punch? There was no explanation except luck.

But although Tony said, “the old master falling to random fists,” he knew better than anyone else what had just happened. When Geng Haoshi had thrown all his force into a leftward swing with his right hand and missed, common sense said his whole body should have twisted left under the pull of inertia. Yet Geng Haoshi had still thrown a left punch in that situation and twisted his body back into alignment. That was not something an ordinary boxer could do.

So as a professional fighter, Tony’s shock was far greater than that of any bystander.

“Again!” Shock was shock, but it only stirred Tony’s fighting spirit all the more.

At Tony’s words, Geng Haoshi once again took up his fighting stance. Only now, the one in control was neither the original Geng Haoshi nor Geng Haoshi 2.0.

For convenience, let us temporarily call this present Geng Haoshi Geng Haoshi X.

Geng Haoshi X sparred with Tony with practiced precision: just-right defense, crisp and efficient offense, dipping and slipping at one moment, weaving in a U-shaped arc at another, then a hook, then a sweeping punch...

These standard, fluid movements, this nimble and agile footwork—anyone who did not know better would have thought Geng Haoshi was a professional boxer too.

“Senior Brother is amazing!” Li Shishi cried out beside him, hopping and cheering.

“Go, Second Brother!” Yang Mimi also shouted encouragement.

“Little Two, beat the old master to death!” Lin Ling shouted excitedly, waving her fists.

The other team members, meanwhile, remained frozen in shock. They had not yet recovered from the sight of Geng Haoshi flooring Tony with one punch, and now they were seeing him fight like a professional boxer. One after another, they stood dumbstruck.

Who on earth was this guy? He was way too strong!

Geng Haoshi himself was equally amazed inwardly... No, wait—who the hell are you? Why can you control my body?

Still no answer.

At last, after pondering for a long while, 9527 spoke. “Master, after scanning and analyzing the movement system, nervous system, endocrine system, circulatory system, respiratory system, and other systems of your body, I have reached an initial conclusion...”

“What conclusion? Do you already know who is controlling my body?”

“More or less... only...”

Hearing 9527 falter, Geng Haoshi also began to panic. “Y-you... if you know anything... j-just... just say it...”

“Master, after a full-body scan and diagnostic analysis, my conclusion is... you have split again.”

“Split? Again?!” Geng Haoshi was shocked for a moment, but soon calmed down. “You mean he’s like Geng Haoshi 2.0—a split of my psyche?”

“More or less, Master.”

“Then why doesn’t he answer when I speak to him?” Geng Haoshi asked, puzzled.

“Master, actually, rather than calling it a split, ‘multiple personalities’ may be more accurate.”

“Is there a difference? Isn’t ‘split psyche’ the same as ‘multiple personalities’?” Geng Haoshi asked in confusion.

“There is a difference, Master. A split psyche often involves an external voice in the brain, one that can converse with the self and implant absurd things that others cannot understand, while the person involved often believes it completely and falls into it. Some even experience hallucinations, but the person remains the same person. Multiple personalities, however, refers to the existence of two or more distinct personalities within one individual, each of which dominates at a particular time. These personalities are independent of one another, autonomous, and exist as complete selves. Generally speaking, at any given time, consciousness contains only one identity, called the primary personality. At that time, all emotions, thoughts, and words and actions operate according to that primary personality, showing no trace of the other identity. At irregular intervals, usually after mental stimulation, it may suddenly shift into another entirely different identity, with all emotions, thoughts, words, and actions operating according to the succeeding personality.”

“...”

Geng Haoshi listened in complete bewilderment.

9527 continued explaining, “In other words, the one controlling your body right now is one of your multiple personalities, and he is independent and autonomous from you. He does not know that he is merely one personality within your whole self; what he presents is the existence of a complete and self-contained individual.”

Geng Haoshi seemed to understand a little. “So you mean he doesn’t know that ‘I’ exist? And by rights, I shouldn’t know that ‘he’ exists either?”

“Yes, Master. That is exactly what it means.”

“Then why do I know ‘he’ exists?” Geng Haoshi was confused again.

“Because of me, Master. Since I am closely linked to the neural tissue in your brain, you are able to maintain a conscious awareness of your own personality at all times, and thus are not completely replaced by another personality. Just as with Geng Haoshi 2.0: although he was awakened by Power Concentration, the root cause is that he has always been one part of your own personality—only accidentally brought forth by Power Concentration.”

Geng Haoshi 2.0 sounded displeased. “Don’t keep calling me 2.0, 2.0. I just came out a little later, that’s all. Why is he the boss while I can only be number two?”

Geng Haoshi ignored Geng Haoshi 2.0 and went on, “No wonder my mom said that when I was little, I was always off there talking to myself... 9527, if this keeps up, I won’t end up going crazy, will I?”