The System Exploded And I Became The System

The scene in front of him instantly reminded Xia Qingming of the home in his memory, the urban world.

In his home, in his own room, the wall was a large area of ​​chaotic pen lines, which looked like a messy painting at first glance.

"So the room in the non-existent urban world is mapped based on the room in this real world?" Xia Qingming murmured, and then frowned and shook his head: "No, it can't be said that the urban world does not exist."

It has been 90 days since he woke up.

Until now, Xia Qingming may have believed that the world he is in now is real, but he still cannot admit that the wasteland world and the urban world in his memory are false!

So far, Xia Qingming is still looking for evidence of the real existence of the two worlds in his memory.

...

A few more days.

Because Xia Qingming's surgery has almost recovered, his physical condition is no different from that of ordinary people.

During this time, he was active in various places in the city.

High-rise buildings, blocks, subways, and highways.

Like a normal person, walking in these areas, feeling the real experience and the concrete sense of real existence, Xia Qingming's real feeling of this world is becoming more and more profound.

And what deepened Xia Qingming's recognition that this world is the real world are some memories that gradually emerged in his mind.

Those are some memories before he suffered from mental illness.

Among them are his childhood pictures, memories of his parents, school and some relatives.

Relatively speaking, when these memories gradually emerged in his mind, they were even clearer and more real than the memories of the urban world and the wasteland world.

In comparison, it seemed that the wasteland world and urban world he had experienced before, and even the activated binding system, were all a dream.

"Xia Qingming classmate?" Suddenly, an unexpected female voice came to Xia Qingming, who was sitting on a chair next to the lake in the park and his mind was empty, and he came back to his senses slightly.

Turning his head, a familiar and unfamiliar face appeared.

"Teacher Huang Lin?" Looking at the woman in front of him, Xia Qingming subconsciously spit out the other party's name.

This woman with bright eyes and white teeth and a peaceful smile is his English teacher.

As the mental illness eased and his original memory recovered, Xia Qingming could recognize the familiar person in his memory at the first time.

"Why are you here alone? Where are your parents? And your illness..." The woman was wearing a light yellow long skirt, which was more casual and casual, indicating that she was enjoying the weekend without classes.

And the other party's words also showed that she had a preliminary understanding of Xia Qingming's illness.

"I'm cured." Xia Qingming replied politely.

"Really? I thought you..." The woman held back halfway through.

With her eyes rolling around, Huang Lin directly and bluntly mentioned another topic: "Good job! The teacher knew that you could overcome the disease and return to normal!"

"By the way, the college entrance examination will be in a few days. When are you going to go back to school?"

"School." Hearing this word, Xia Qingming's lips turned slightly white and his face looked bad.

In his memory, his memory of school was not beautiful.

To be precise, it was suffocating!

"Maybe in these two days." Xia Qingming still gave an approximate time as an answer.

Huangsha Middle School, the name of this school, is the reason why Xia Qingming must go there!

Perhaps, he can find traces of the wasteland world from it, thus proving the existence of the wasteland world!

Huang Lin was much happier when she heard Xia Qingming say that he would return to school in the next two days: "According to your previous learning talent that was ahead of your age, the teacher believes that even if you don't go to school this semester, you will definitely be able to adjust back in the last few days. Come on!"

"Well, come on." Xia Qingming smiled back.

"You kid, why do you speak like an adult now?" Huang Lin said strangely, and then said easily: "Okay, see you at school later, I'll tell your class teacher and let him arrange a seat for you."

"Goodbye, teacher."

After the short exchange, Xia Qingming continued to sit there for a while.

He left the park only when the sun set and the auntie who was dancing square dance came to drive people away.

On the bus, Xia Qingming wore headphones and swiped the video on his mobile phone to get information from the outside world.

"This is a world built specifically for the protagonist Xiao Shuai. In this world, everyone is acting with Xiao Shuai, and everything is fake. However, Xiao Shuai doesn't know all this, until one day, he begins to take a step outside of his cyclical life. Before the extras can react,"Xiao Shuai saw a false corner of this world..."

Looking at the movie commentary video on the phone, Xia Qingming's expression was slightly moved.

He seemed to have grasped something key.

Turning his head, the man looked at the passenger next to him.

"What are you doing?" The young man with earrings in the seat next to him glanced at Xia Qingming strangely, and leaned the phone in his hand against his chest.

Xia Qingming: "What are you doing with your phone?"

"What the hell is it to you? It's inexplicable. "The man frowned and moved his butt to the other side.

After he finished his impatient words, a hand snatched his phone away with lightning speed!

After Xia Qingming got the phone, he also saw the content on the phone.

There was no record of his current status on the phone, nor any information about him.

The above was a query on the web page.

[Is Xiaoxiao really cute?]

"You..." Xia Qingming looked at the phone in his hand, then turned to look at the passenger with wide eyes on the side, and his eyes subconsciously shifted downward.

"Ah! What are you doing! Give my phone back to me!" The man roared hysterically, and then snatched the phone back from Xia Qingming.

"Sorry, sorry." Xia Qingming apologized awkwardly.

Seeing that the bus just stopped at the station, he walked directly to the platform regardless of whether it was the destination.

"Don't think so dirty! I'm asking for my friend! "

The moment before Xia Qingming got off the bus, the man behind him emphasized angrily.

…

The bus passed by, Xia Qingming wiped the sweat from his head and sighed.

"I'm really crazy. I actually applied a movie template to myself."

"In this world, everyone is the protagonist of their own life story. This is not a world that revolves around me."

Scratching his head, Xia Qingming felt a little ridiculous and absurd about his actions just now.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound suddenly came from the dark sky.

"Hua La La~"

After a while, the soybean-like raindrops connected into lines and pieces, pouring down.

Waiting for the bus alone on the platform, watching the heavy rain that came as expected, Xia Qingming's thoughts jumped back a little: "After being hit, this heavy rain followed one after another. This is a bit like the treatment of the protagonist. Is the previous conjecture still valid? "

Thinking like this, Xia Qingming turned and saw two figures across the road in the distance.

The man knelt on one knee with flowers in his hand, and the woman folded her arms and looked down at him.

With a loud slap on the man's face, the woman left gracefully and walked to the luxury car beside her.

The man stood in the heavy rain in despair, watching the luxury car carrying the woman away, crying sadly.

Flowers, courtship, failure, heavy rain, it can be said that he is a tragic male protagonist in the stereotype.

Xia Qingming: "Okay... I'm just an ordinary person. ”

“Ding ding~”

The phone on my body rang repeatedly.

It was my mother calling.

After answering the phone, I knew she was calling me home for dinner.

“At least, this world doesn’t have those damned evil spirits, nor that wasteland world that mercilessly harvests lives in a harsh environment…”

…

Two days later.

Xia Qingming came to school.

He came to his original class.

Xia Qingming’s arrival attracted the attention of many classmates in the class.

Of course, it was just attention.

These students didn’t know about Xia Qingming’s life, they only knew that Xia Qingming Ming left the class for some reason.

In this final sprint stage, no one paid attention to Xia Qingming's affairs, and everyone was preparing for the college entrance examination.

Sitting in the seat prepared by the head teacher for him, Xia Qingming spent half a day and gradually got into the state.

From the perspective of learning courses, he actually didn't fall behind.

Long before he got sick, the high school courses had all ended.

In the following months, everyone was reviewing for exams day after day.

"Xia Qingming, where have you been during this period? I thought you transferred to another school."

During the break, a strong classmate came to Xia Qingming's desk.

This person, named Hu Hu, is the leader of his group.

That's right, this person's name is the same as Hu Hu, the captain of the guard team in the wasteland world Huangsha Dungeon in Xia Qingming's memory.

After so many days of information shock and his own psychological construction, Xia Qingming did not show much emotional fluctuations.

"I was sick during this period and recuperated at home. "Xia Qingming didn't say much, just explained briefly.

A few days later.

With the arrival of subsequent courses, Xia Qingming gradually integrated into the environment.There are many more familiar names, but unfamiliar faces.

Zhang Ai, the study committee member who eats snacks in class.

Lao Jiang, whose original name is Jiang Fengshui, is the school's dean.

Originally, Xia Qingming didn't know his name. He only heard his nickname Lao Jiang from his classmates. Later, he learned his full name after deliberately understanding it.

In addition, there is Yi Chongde, the head teacher of the class.

In Xia Qingming's cognition, the corresponding prototype is the old doctor.

In his memory, the head teacher Yi Chongde also gave him a diary.

It was because he had passed the exam in the top 20 of the grade before, and the old man rewarded him in public.

The reward diary obviously corresponds to the book left by the old doctor in his memory.

The principal and vice principal of the school coincide with the city lord and deputy city lord of the wasteland world, Huangsha Underground City...

Everything, after coming to Huangsha Middle School, Xia Qingming seemed to have the answer in his heart.

Originally, he came to find evidence of the existence of the wasteland world, but now, he is more and more suspicious of the existence of the wasteland world!

Time quickly came to the eve of the college entrance examination.

In the last evening self-study, everyone was in the class, asking familiar classmates to write messages to their yearbooks.

"Hey, you kid, take the initiative. There are so many classmates in the class, and the messages from classmates in your yearbook can be counted on one hand, and they are all boys." Hu Hu wrote a message on Xia Qingming's yearbook, flipped through the back, and found a blank, so he couldn't help but urge.

"It doesn't matter, don't we have a class group? If there is anything, everyone can continue to contact."

"The yearbook is like a farewell of life and death."

"How can it not matter." Hu Hu said, picking up Xia Qingming's yearbook: "I know you are embarrassed, it doesn't matter, I have a good network of contacts, I will let everyone in the class write a message in your yearbook."

Hu Hu said quite generously.

In response, Xia Qingming smiled and thanked.

In fact, he himself really didn't care about it.

Of course, he didn't reject it.

...

It was night.

After returning home, Xia Qingming habitually looked at the wall of his home, and then turned his head to admire the night sky outside the window.

Compared with the heavy test paper scenery at home, the scenery outside the window was more relaxing.

"I don't know if I can pass the college entrance examination." Xia Qingming muttered to himself, his tone was inexplicable.

As life got on track, with the integration of the new and real world, his impression of the urban world and the wasteland world in his memory was indeed inevitably blurred.

Now he will also think about his future life.

Instead of wasting time to verify the authenticity of the wasteland world, the urban world, and the evil spirits and systems.

"Hua La~"

The cool breeze outside the window swept past, and a page of the yearbook on the desk was turned.

This also attracted Xia Qingming's attention.

"I don't know what these classmates wrote." The man muttered to himself and picked up the yearbook.

[Xia Qingming, I wish you a smooth college entrance examination and a bright future! 】

The first one is about an ordinary classmate.

[Xia Qingming, come out fishing after the exam. You are a novice and you definitely have an aura. Let's protect you together! ]

The second one is about a fishing patient.

[Xia Qingming, do your best in the college entrance examination. Let's get together after the exam. Don't disappear. ]

This is the third one...

The subsequent content is some novel, some embarrassing, and some confessions from female classmates.

Of course, this kind of confession is selective. Xia Qingming didn't change the prefix of the other party's name.

With some interest, while enjoying this real world, the man quickly turned to the last page.

When the yearbook turned to the last page, Xia Qingming's expression suddenly froze!

As his eyes suddenly widened, goose bumps appeared all over his body! Every hair began to stand up!

Even the man's breathing sounded particularly obvious with his violently beating heart!

The reason for everything lies in the last page of this yearbook.

On this blank notebook, there is a two-character signature - Ye Tian!