We do what we "should" do at every age, letting our true wishes drift and continue to postpone... Free will is nothing more than an illusion of complacency. Even if we find that something is wrong, we have no way out.
All efforts made with beautiful ideals will only make you more and more greedy. The poor want to have enough food and clothing, the well-fed want to be rich, and the rich want to be spiritually free, until they fall into the trap called life.
...Throughout our lives, we have never lived for our true selves.
...We have not waited until the time when the value of life we talk about is realized.
We need to create the real world.
——A world without death is not beautiful and poetic]
The water stains made the handwriting look bloody, as if blood had flowed all over the page, and the handwriting looked a little hideous.
"Another psychopath." Su Mingan closed the book.
"…What are you looking at?"
Suddenly, a faint question came from his ear. His hand that was closing the book trembled. He turned his head and looked over, meeting a pair of terrifying, sparkling glass eyes.
…She came so quietly that not even the sound of wind could be heard.
It's like it grew out of thin air.
"Read the diary." Su Mingan stuffed the diary into his schoolbag as if nothing had happened.
[Get the hidden clues and diary]
[(Diary): "The world he loves is beautiful and poetic"]
[Get 10 exploration points]
"...like this." Shen Xue leaned very close, her falling hair fluttered on Su Ming'an's cheek in the afternoon breeze, carrying an almost decadent rose fragrance. Her eyes seemed to be brighter, making the afternoon light white and moist.
"I see you haven't had lunch yet." She held the plastic bag in her hand: "Would you like to try red bean bread? You like it."
"No." Su Mingan always politely declined the food offered by suspicious women.
"Okay..." After asking this question, Shen Xue turned and left.
Students came in one after another, yawning, and the afternoon class had arrived.
In the afternoon, there were physics, chemistry, biology and mathematics. The physics teacher came up and started drawing ball movements on the blackboard. The sound came out through the microphone, like a sleepyhead. Su Mingan was really tired. Even though Shen Xue's eyes on his right were always cold, he couldn't help but lie on the table and fall asleep.
In his sleep, he kept feeling a faint scent of roses lingering at his nose. The scent soothed him and he slept through many classes without noticing.
Shen Xue on the side turned her head and a deep smile appeared on her face.
…
He slept very deeply. Su Mingan hadn't slept so well in a long time.
The scent of the rose has always been there, and my thoughts have been heavy as if they were blurred. The fuzzy thoughts cleared up for a moment, and then they rose more and more like a raging fire.
He regained some clarity of mind and tried to focus on his heavy eyelids, trying to break through the line that blocked the light.
The vision suddenly opened up.
When he opened his eyes again, he was bathed in large patches of bright sunlight.
He rubbed his eyes, sat up from the table, yawned, and saw that there was no student in the classroom.
...How long have you slept?
He immediately became alert, looked at the clock on the top of the classroom, and saw that the hand pointed to twelve o'clock.
...Twelve o'clock noon?
There were large patches of bright sunshine outside the window, and it was obvious that it was daytime.
Before he went to bed, it was the first class in the afternoon... According to this time point, could it be possible that he slept here until the next day?
But if he overslept, at least Lu Shu would come to call him, but he looked at the private messages on the system panel and found that the chat with Lu Shu was still about copying homework.
He glanced at the comments, which were also cheerful today, as if they didn't care that he slept for so long:
[Is there going to be a science class this afternoon? I am looking forward to the confused look on the face of the first player]
[Another day of talking to myself... I wonder when this b will be able to look up at us...]
[Never interact with the anchor, bad review (dog head)]
[There was movement in the main god space again today. It seemed that they were going to form a blue helmet unit or something.]
[Looking for a girlfriend through the live broadcast room. I am 20, have a house and a cat. I own a garden house in the central area of the 376th server of the main god space. I have accumulated 300+ points. I am looking for a girlfriend. I require her to have a good temperament and be natural. She likes cats and playing LOL...]
[I’m here to join the Lighthouse Support Group. I’m a senior Lighthouse Theory expert. I’m good at editing… no, I’m good at using all kinds of light words to deal with all kinds of moral kidnapping. I’m definitely the top person in the world forum who can tear apart moral kidnapping…]
【……】
This is the daily routine of this group of barrage. Because they can't get a response from him, they have long learned to talk to themselves and chat about some useless little things, making the live broadcast room look like a chat with the whole world.
He was sorting out his schoolbag, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
...After he finished reading the red-covered diary yesterday, he put it in his schoolbag.
Why can’t I see it in my schoolbag now?
He immediately opened the system backpack bar and suddenly saw the red leather diary lying quietly in the backpack space.
A thin layer of cold sweat ran down his forehead, and some bad emotions arose in his heart.
He opened his diary.
——It was completely empty inside.
Apart from the absence of blood words, there was not even a trace of water being poured on it. It was a clean diary.
He seemed to have thought of something, and then an uncontrollable sense of crisis spread up his spine, like a flood that was out of control.
"——What are you looking at?"
A soft, gentle female voice came from the back of my neck, exhaling a stream of hot air with the scent of roses.
Su Mingan turned his head stiffly and met Shen Xue's sparkling glass eyes.
His fingertips moved slightly, and a private message was sent to Lu Shu.
[Su Mingan: What day of the dungeon is today? ]
“Ding Dong!”
There was a reply soon.
【Lü Shu: What happened? 】
…
“Ding Dong!”
【Lü Shu: The next day.】
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