Chapter 270

On this joyous and festive day, my mentality has undergone a subtle change - to sum it up in one sentence, my green card has turned green, but my health code has turned yellow.

Cat was crying, and I was directly quarantined at home - not my home, but my gay friend's home.

Of course, the story begins at the end of the previous chapter.

My mom thought I was wearing a wig and makeup - maybe it's because I always try all kinds of weird plays at home?

The good news is that she didn't suspect anything at all, but I knew something was wrong with me. Is this what they mean by having all the hair on your body be the same color?

I stood in front of the mirror and I felt like I was glowing green. Literally glowing, and it wasn't even just any green, it was a fluorescent turquoise.

I drew the curtains...

It’s really glowing!

I don’t know if you have ever played with those glow sticks, the kind that you put in the sun during the day and then glow at night - that’s my situation now. When it’s completely dark, I look like a ghost.

I tried to cut my own hair with scissors, but when it fell to the ground it turned into a wisp of smoke, and then the part that was cut off would grow back immediately.

The same goes for leg hair, it can’t be removed at all!

Help! How can I explain to my mother that there seems to be something wrong with my son's health?

This is not something I can just mess around with, what went wrong, and this is the first time I've brought back a different setting.

Help me, I'm not really going to turn into a paper man, am I?

I still have to go to school in the future. I’m not sure if the hair dye will work. Even if it does, will I go to school with hair that’s down to my calves?

I chose to shut myself off.

At this moment, the cell phone on the bed vibrated.

I woke up as if from a dream, and before I could jump over to pick something up with my hands, my long hair seemed to have heard my request, and reached out like a hand, rolled up the phone, and held it in front of me.

...It's pretty smart?

……Help.

Is this the legendary concept that cats and cat tails are two completely different creatures?

I think I understand how my cat who often chases and bites its tail feels. Now I just want to bite my hair to death!

Have you seen "The Letter Bee"? It's just like Nicki's hair in the movie, the sense of déjà vu is so strong.

Although it’s not as hard as Nikki’s hair, it’s already scary. I’m not really going to go in the direction of the tentacles and never come back, am I?

Am I living in a book or a website?

Stupid boss, it's all your fault!

Although I don't know if it's your fault, I'll just pass it over first.

I'm going to take away your title of miserable person.

My phone vibrated again soon, and I unlocked it. It was a reply to the WeChat message I sent to accuse my gay friend when my mother caught me wearing women's clothing.

Yes, I still have friends!

There was no need to say anything, I immediately made a video call to him. This kind of thing cannot be explained clearly with words, I felt that I needed to use the most impactful picture to let my gay friend know the seriousness of the matter.

The phone was in his hand, so the call was connected quickly.

I stood in front of the camera, and as soon as the picture was connected, my gay friend yelled "Fuck!", followed by that jingling sound.

Oh yeah, I forgot that I'm glowing with the curtains drawn.

I quickly turned on the light - I didn't want to open the curtains because I was afraid that the people across from me would think they saw a ghost in broad daylight.

I am really trying my best to control my hair. I imagine that I have a lot more hands. From today on, I also love crafts.

"Who are you trying to scare so early in the morning?" He had obviously just woken up, and I scared him so much that he jumped out of his quilt and even fell to the ground.

But soon, the cold air made him unable to hold back and went back, "What's the matter with you? Are you trying out for a role?"

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"You...are you calling me from another dimension?" My friend saw that something was wrong with me before I could say anything. He held the phone closer to me and said, "No, this is the background of your house...wait! You are not, you just traveled back from another dimension?"

I nodded. "I'm in such a bad situation this time. Save the child!"

"You look like this, are you suffering from some kind of side effect of time travel?" The friend became serious, frowning and wondering what he was thinking, "So what happened to Third Brother was not a dream? Sure enough, there must be something wrong..."

Um?

What did he just say?

"You said 'as expected'? You guessed it before?!" I held the phone. No, this is no longer a phone, it is my life-saving straw!

"Let me ask first, I'm not a demon slayer, am I?"

"Giao? You know all this?!"

"Really..." The friend said noncommittally, "I've calculated it before, and it seems like there will always be problems if you keep putting it on. What are you going to do now? Your parents are at home. Do you want to come to my place?"

I understand that my friend's father is very busy and always flies around at the end of the year. Especially after his mother passed away, he has spent the New Year alone at home more than once or twice. I have invited him to my house to spend the New Year several times before.

"Help, I'll pack my things right away!" I really couldn't stand this anymore. I have to go back to my hometown in two days. I didn't dare to think about what would happen.

"Well, I have something to show you. Just think about how to get out first, and I'll help you check the tickets. Remember to bring all your souvenirs with you, they'll be useful."

It’s almost the Spring Festival and tickets are really hard to buy!

That’s right, my friend and I are not in the same city now.

I piled all the mess in the room into the closet and left everything to chance until I solved my own problem.

Contact lenses, wigs, and makeup are all laid out.

My glasses were also left in that world. Now I could only use invisible lenses to survive. Then I took out my makeup and started to cover my eyebrows. I manually drew black eyebrows before going out.

It would be difficult to wear a wig with such long hair, but I also have a trick. Anyway, the clothes are very thick, so I hide the long hair in the sweater, and then tuck it into the pants. I find a few black clips to fix the edges, and then I directly pick the longest black wig and put it on my head to cover the outside.

It's very unstable, but that's okay. I use the hair inside to hook it, which is like holding it with my hands all the time, and it's perfect.

It doesn't matter if you go out with long hair, as long as it's not green, it's good enough.

People's bottom line really needs to be compared.

I put on a mask and hid behind the door to negotiate with my mother.

It’s not easy to go out during the Chinese New Year, let alone across cities - but it’s actually not that difficult, after all, my gay friend has been to my house several times, and my mother knows him.

I brought up the reason why my gay friend was alone and lonely in a faraway city and had broken his leg, and described him as miserable, fully explaining what it means to be a little cabbage that no one loves.

Mom hesitated for a moment, but Dad agreed readily.

It makes me feel like he has long wanted to kick me out and live alone with his mom, right?

Um?

Suddenly I had oil and a torch in my hands?

It was smooth and not smooth. The train was no longer available at that time, so I took a plane.

Is that a plane that flew away?

No, it's my pocket money.

Don't ask me how I got through security, I don't want to talk about it.

After I got off the plane, my gay friend drove to pick me up and also reported to the community, since I was from another province after all.

And guess what, someone was confirmed to be infected in the community, my health code turned yellow, and the community was closed!

I'm really caught up with everything, which is just right, I don't need to find reasons to stay as long as possible, since I can't leave now anyway.

When I entered his study, I had a very - I don't even know how to describe it, my friend, do you have so much money and nowhere to spend it that you bought so many computers?

It doesn’t look exactly like a computer, it’s a bit like a game console?

My friend and I sat together and analyzed it carefully. The good news is -

I don't seem to have any more trouble losing weight.

...Pah, isn't the problem more serious now?

"There's another problem, haven't you noticed it?" My friend clicked on his phone a few times and then put it in front of me.

Bilibili comics? I don’t want to see myself being tortured in women’s clothing… eh? !!!

Why does my Ghost Slayer only have two episodes?!

Are you kidding me?

"I started to record the time, place, and various elements of your travels before, and then simulated your travels." My friend sat in front of the computer, tapping the keyboard. Was there some kind of 3D model on the screen? I couldn't understand it at all, not to mention the other nonsense he said afterwards.

We are in different subjects, can you say something so I can understand?

“To put it simply, you’ve worn too many clothes, and the different dimensions have become a sieve. That’s why there’s a problem between Demon Slayer and the current timeline, and that’s why you’re now connected to your previous personality. And—this time-travel joke is so lame, I think there must be other people who cross dimensions, you know!”

So, the world consciousness is trying to trick me because it actually wants to end my journey of time travel?

Because the hole is a little out of control, it will directly affect my current three-dimensional body?

Is that what you mean?

"The main thing is that you are not the only one who has traveled through time. Do you understand parallel worlds? Has your tutor seen it? Does Bai Lan know about it? These are all questions."

I'm an old fan of the second dimension. There's nothing I can't understand.

The key is what to do now. I don’t want to continue like this.

Is there any remedy?

I grabbed my gay friend's shoulders and begged, I want to call you daddy, please save my life!

"If it's broken, just mend it."

??? How to mend it? Open some main quest? Nuwa mends the sky?

"Let's solve your problem first. I've almost finished collecting data. I'll take a look at your old souvenirs to see if I can capture any special fluctuations from them. But the data isn't fresh enough, so I guess I'll have to find a way to get you to wear it again. Things in the second dimension should be solved in the second dimension."

I also want a two-dimensional solution, but whether I travel through time or not is really not under my control. I feel that the probability of traveling through time at a comic convention is a little higher, but the community has been quarantined, so what's the point of going to a comic convention?

My friend showed me the screen full of codes and said, "Then we have to find a way to keep time and space [unchanged]. It's not just you, there will be other time travelers as well. I'm afraid you will affect each other. It would be best if we could gather all these time travelers and inter-dimensional people together and build a Honmaru."

"...Are you kidding?" I thought about it. Could it be that it was similar to the feeling of the government of time? The mastermind behind it was actually me? But it feels like the two of us don't have so many conditions. The current government still has money and resources, and we don't. Or, to be more in line with the tone of the novel, a little more realistic - "Have you been reading system articles recently?"

"Hey!"

What the hell are you!

But I kind of understand that if the time-travel plot is so rubbish that it really turns time and space into a sieve - oh no, we're all doomed.

Moreover, I felt that my already unusual routine would be the first to fail.

When I read system articles before, they rarely explained system problems. Could it be that my friend and I are the source?

Suddenly I felt like my middle school days were back!

Next to him, his friend picked up a souvenir from the table and said, "…How come it has sprouted?"

"It's Heijutsu. It really sprouted. I was also surprised."

"In other words, you gave life to things in the second dimension in the third dimension?"

"Hmm? There seems to be something wrong with your description."

When I saw the Hei Zetsu sprout, I was much more surprised than you. Do you think it will not really produce chakra fruit in the end?

The story suddenly became more mysterious.

"Don't worry, even though I can't control your time travel, I can still catalyze it." My friend is really a tech geek. What kind of product from the future is this?

Could it be that my friend has traveled back from the future?

I was filled with respect.

The final key is to utilize these souvenirs that transcend dimensions. These souvenirs contain emotions (Junpei's tears), rules (fragments of books), life (sprouting black zetsu), notes from souls in another world (Kagemitsu's handwriting), and me, a living inter-dimensional being.

This instrument, modified by my gay friend, can simulate the environment I experienced during my previous time travel.

But there is no guarantee of success.

We don't have to wait for the nine stars to align, do we?

Astrology or something.

"But one thing is certain, my mode of time travel is cosplay. It was like this most of the time before, but this time... this time is really an accident." I thought about it and bet on my years of experience in reading novels. There is absolutely no mistake on this point.

“I just feel like every time I travel through time, it’s never satisfactory.” The friend opened his closet, and the lower cabinet was filled with all kinds of cosplay equipment, many of which were handmade.

Yes, it feels like it’s always unexpected.

"What kind of role do you want? This time you traveled through time with a mission. We have to find a way to consciously get the anchors of other worlds and use the power of the second dimension to change your current appearance. When you come back, we can consider the details of the system procedures and the nature of stable space-time." The gay friend took out all the things.

"Do you have all the tools for the gods?"

"No, can you even dream of becoming the God of the Second Dimension?"

If I could travel back to the Qi disaster, maybe the Qi God would have a solution...

But when such thoughts came to my mind, I basically concluded that I would not be able to achieve my wish.

There are so many chapters now, when will I ever get what I want?

"Then first rule out the nanny. I don't want to be a nanny anymore. My PTSD is about to come out. I won't play Cai Wenji as a support in Wang O Rongyao in the future!" The nanny can't save the two-dimensional world. It's still more comfortable and refreshing to have high output - after all, I am also a male protagonist in a refreshing article and refuse to be abused. Speaking of this, I recalled the managers of the previous times I traveled through time and space. Considering the most important issue of coming back, I said seriously: "No need for anything else, just colored contact lenses. It's easier to come back with colored contact lenses."

It is the most convenient to dig your eyes. As long as you remove the contact lenses, they can be put back. It is much better than this time's explosion.

If I can’t choose the world after traveling through time, then I can’t choose my identity after traveling through time either!

Having learned from my previous lesson, I just wear a pair of colored contact lenses and do nothing else. I just don’t believe it!

My friend nodded, opened the box where he kept his contact lenses, and sorted out a bunch of expired ones.

"My colored contact lenses don't have a degree, so you can make do with them. It's hard to get express delivery at this time, and these are the only ones I can use." My friend's stock is really limited. I would have brought my own if I had known. It's always uncomfortable to use colored contact lenses with others, especially when you can't predict how long you will have to wear them in real life, so I can only choose those that my friend hasn't used before...

Oops, the selection is directly only in the single digit.

"Don't you have a Mystic Eyes of Death Perception for me to use?"

"No, get lost."

“Hmm.”