Five Frozen Centuries

".The explanation of the term 'market research', hook it up, 'what is a consumer', hook it up, 'how sampling error affects', hook it up."

The teacher is highlighting the key points for the students according to the textbook. In the classroom, there are constant "squeaky" sounds of flipping books and the sound of gel pens touching the paper.

"Swipe!" A tick, "Swipe!" Another tick.

Yang Dong continued to follow the teacher's rhythm, and then ticked one after another in the brand new textbook, and then turned the page, ticking one after another, but suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head, then This feeling is like being bitten by some sharp-toothed animal.

But it felt like it came and went quickly. He seemed to be unable to keep up with the teacher's rhythm with this interruption. He missed several ticks in a row. And said: "Okay, this is the focus of this final exam, let's review it well."

The whole class looked at the textbook in their hands in silence. Twenty minutes ago, they opened the first page of the textbook, and twenty minutes later, they closed the last page of the textbook.

This... This is the whole book is the focus?

Headache!

Everyone was rubbing their temples, even the teacher. He was wondering whether he should give them all, or leave two for them to make up for the exam.

This semester, the students didn't concentrate on class and some skipped classes. If they were all given, wouldn't it make this group of students worse?

But I'm just messing around this semester. If I deliberately leave a few for them to make up the exam, I'm always grateful and a little embarrassed.

So the teacher also had a headache, but they didn't notice how unusual it was that the whole class felt a headache, as if someone's mental wave suddenly emanated and affected everyone.

"Review!"

At the teacher's order, the classroom suddenly became chaotic. Some were reading, some were playing with mobile phones, some were sleeping, and some were talking.

The teacher looked at these students, intending to find some of the least serious attitudes to fail them, but after watching for a long time, the teacher realized that I don't know these students!

Although he took classes for a semester, it was only one class a semester, and he couldn't remember who was called at all.

No, I can still remember a few, those who sat at the front, those who have answered questions, and those who have a more prominent appearance, these people can still barely remember.

"Ding!"

A deep and piercing voice came out, and the whole class covered their ears in unison, and some even shook their heads.

At this moment, even the dullest people in the class realized that something was wrong. Everyone looked around curiously. The students by the window began to look outside the window for suspicious things, but unfortunately, they couldn't find anything.

Yang Dong shook his head. He didn't review, didn't finish his cell phone, and didn't chat with his classmates. He was drawing.

It was a notebook. Yang Dong held a 2B pencil in his hand. He just drew a few strokes casually, and then a prototype of a character appeared.

This is a character wearing a bamboo hat, with a black eagle standing on his right shoulder. He and the black eagle are facing away from Yang Dong who is writing, and there is an endless road ahead.

A classmate next to Yang Dong came over. He glanced at Yang Dong's painting and said in admiration, "It's amazing, are you planning to draw manga?"

Yang Dong said: "I'm working hard, I have recently signed a contract with Penguin Comics, but unfortunately the money is very little, a few yuan this month."

The classmate immediately showed admiration in his eyes: "Awesome, I signed a contract with the artist."

Yang Dong showed a wry smile, maybe in the eyes of ordinary people, this is very powerful, but in the circle, this is really not a commendable achievement, many people younger than him have left him far behind, and no matter how he rises up Can't even catch up.

What's more, he doesn't have that thing called "spirituality".

really helpless

Yang Dong continued to paint, feeling bitter in his heart.

"Want to change?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind, and Yang Dong was startled by the sudden voice: "Who is it?"

Yang Dong could hardly help shouting out, but he suddenly realized that this is a classroom, if he shouted out like this, he would be regarded as crazy by others, and his restraint was not so weak.

"Yang Dong, you should be very familiar with me, after all, I am a character in your writing!"

There was a voice in Yang Dong's mind again, he wanted to speak, but the voice continued: "You don't have to shout, I know everything about your thoughts, I know very well, Yang Dong, you are actually just painting to vent your feelings about reality. It’s just dissatisfaction with the world, you are not reconciled that this is just an ordinary world, you are not reconciled to spending your life in such a mediocre way, but you have no choice, so you can imagine the world in the painting, am I right?”

Yang Dong was completely stunned, his expression was exaggerated, but because in this classroom, everyone was doing what they wanted, so no one noticed his abnormality.

"Who are you?" Yang Dong murmured in his heart.

"Yang Dong, you should be very familiar with me, after all, I am"

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The passage Wei Huo passed through became more and more red, red enough to drip blood, no, this passage was really dripping blood, the blood had even submerged half of Wei Huo's body, the sticky blood, the pungent blood Smell, if it was an ordinary person, they might have passed out because of this scene.

But Wei Huo is still moving forward. He is moving forward in this bloody pipeline, and the surrounding passages have become more and more real. You can feel the touch with your hands, and the blood keeps flowing past Wei Huo. Unlike water flow, this blood flows in bursts.

The blood suddenly rushed, then suddenly slowed down, and this cycle repeated, which made Wei Huo feel as if he was moving forward in his blood vessels.

But suddenly entering the blood vessels from the sea of ​​memory always feels unreal, because the switching between the virtual and the real is so fast that Wei Huo didn't even react.

The sea of ​​memory is virtual, the blood vessels and blood are real, where is the boundary between virtual and real?

Wei Huo was so puzzled that he thought of going back to study what the boundary between virtual and real was.

But Wei Huo had no choice but to move forward, because he found that the condition of the owner of this body was not very good. The reason was that the blood flow was slowing down. But the overall flow rate is slowing down, and the depth of the blood is also decreasing.

It's like... like the whole person is bleeding profusely.

Wei Huo had no choice but to guess that the time in the imaginary space had stopped, not because the story had ended, but because the master who created the story was about to die, and his consciousness might have stopped!