How should I put it? This is a story about a dumb protagonist who transmigrates to another world, gains superpowers, and then lives a lazy life, interspersed with a bunch of weird things that pop u...
"Dad. Mom. Woo-woo." Jiang Youwei burst into tears, and as they streamed down his cheeks, he shuddered. "I'm crying? No, why am I crying?" he wondered. When he opened his eyes again, he realized his forehead was almost touching the "water drop," and he quickly moved away. "Hallucination?" It was, but not. This state repeated itself twice more, and each time he regained consciousness, the exposed part of Jiang Youwei's body would be near the "water drop."
Three times the truth is always a lie. Even the most obtuse person would have noticed something strange happening. "Grass (a plant), there's something wrong with this thing!" Jiang Youwei reacted immediately. He quickly moved the "water droplet" away from under the lamp, then pushed himself and the chair he was sitting on away from the table. There was a sound of something heavy scraping against the floor, and a bald head poked out from the bedside.
Jiang Youwei squatted beside the bed, his back against the wall. He used a few storage boxes as cover, looking like a mole poking its head out of its head. There was a long silence—"No one followed me, great!" He breathed a sigh of relief. The fat man thought that the "water drop" might affect people's minds, which made him even more depressed. "Could it be that I have traveled to a spiritual world?" Damn, if this really was a spiritual world, a guy like Jiang Youwei, with his delicate skin and flesh, would surely be the favorite food of those ghosts.
"Am I crazy?"
"I'm not crazy!"
"Are you crazy?"
. . . . . .
"I'm not crazy yet?"
That morning, Jiang Youwei looked like he'd reached his limit, but he didn't resist the daily "bitter and sweet" synthetic food he ate like he usually did. This stunned his parents at the dinner table. They watched with trepidation as Jiang Youwei devoured the synthetic food as if it were a delicacy. They watched as Jiang Youwei finished his plate, then watched him return to his room like a zombie. "Mom, is he here?" the cheap father gestured to his head. "It's good to see some change. Even if he's crazy, it can be cured!" the cheap mother lamented.