"… The explanation of the term 'market research'. Tick it up. 'What is a consumer'. Tick it up. 'The influence of sampling error'. Tick it up …"
The teacher was checking the key points for the students according to the textbook. The classroom was filled with the sound of flipping pages and the sound of a gel pen touching the paper.
"Swish!" A tick. "Swish!" Another tick.
Yang Dong kept following the teacher's rhythm and ticked one tick after another on the brand-new textbook. Then, he flipped the pages and ticked one after another. However, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. It felt like he had been bitten by an animal with sharp teeth.
However, the feeling came and went quickly. With this interruption, he could not keep up with the teacher's rhythm and missed a few ticks in a row. When he regained his rhythm, the teacher had already closed the last page of the textbook and said, "Alright, this is the main point of this final exam. Study hard."
The entire class looked at the textbook in their hands in silence. Twenty minutes ago, they had flipped the first page of the textbook. Twenty minutes later, they had closed the last page of the textbook.
'This … This is the main point of the entire book?
My head hurts! '
Everyone was rubbing their temples, including the teacher. He was conflicted whether he should give them all or leave two for them to make up for the exam.
The students had not been paying attention in class this semester. Some of them had even skipped class. If he gave them all, wouldn't it make the students even worse?
However, he was just dawdling this semester. If he deliberately left a few for them to make up for the exam, he would feel grateful and a little embarrassed.
Therefore, the teacher was also having a headache. However, they did not notice how unusual it was for the entire class to have a headache. It was as if someone's mental wave had suddenly spread out and affected everyone.
"Let's study!"
The teacher gave the order and the classroom suddenly became chaotic. Some were reading, some were playing with their phones, some were sleeping, and some were talking.
The teacher looked at these students and planned to find a few who had the least serious attitude to fail them. However, after looking at them for a long time, the teacher realized that he did not know these students at all!
Although he had been in class for a semester, he could only remember one class per semester. He could not remember anyone's name at all.
No, he could still remember a few of them. Those who sat at the front, those who had answered the questions, and those who looked more outstanding, he could barely remember them.
"Ding!"
A low, ear-piercing sound rang out, and the whole class covered their ears in unison. Some even shook their heads.
At this moment, even the slowest person in the class realized that something was wrong. Everyone looked around curiously. The students by the window began to look outside the window for anything suspicious, but unfortunately, they found nothing.
Yang Dong shook his head. He wasn't revising, he wasn't using his phone, and he wasn't chatting with his classmates. He was drawing.
It was a notebook. Yang Dong was holding a 2B pencil in his hand. He just casually drew a few strokes and then the outline of a character appeared.
This was a character wearing a bamboo hat. On his right shoulder stood a black eagle. He and the black eagle had their backs facing Yang Dong, who was holding the pen. In front of them was an endless road.
A classmate next to Yang Dong came over. He glanced at Yang Dong's drawing and immediately said in admiration, "Amazing, amazing. Are you planning to draw comics?"
Yang Dong said, "I'm working hard. I've recently signed a contract with Penguin Comics, but unfortunately, the money is very little. It's only a few yuan this month."
The classmate immediately revealed an admiring look. "Awesome, awesome, signing a contract with an artist."
Yang Dong smiled bitterly. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this was very impressive, but in the circle, it was indeed not a commendable achievement. Many people who were younger than him had already left him far behind, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not catch up.
More importantly, he did not have what was known as' spirituality '.
How helpless …
Yang Dong continued drawing, his heart filled with bitterness.
"Do you want to change?"
At that moment, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. Yang Dong was shocked by the sudden voice. "Who is it?"
Yang Dong almost could not help but shout, but he suddenly realized that this was a classroom. If he shouted like that, others would think that he was crazy. His self-control was not that weak.
"Yang Dong, you should be very familiar with me. After all, I'm your character!"
The voice appeared in Yang Dong's mind again. He wanted to say something, but the voice continued, "You don't have to shout. I know what you're thinking. I know very well. Yang Dong, you're only painting to vent your dissatisfaction with the real world. You can't accept that this is just a normal world. You can't accept that you're going to live a mediocre life, but you have no choice. That's why you're imagining things in the world inside the painting.
Yang Dong was completely stunned. His expression was very exaggerated, but because everyone in the classroom was doing what they wanted to do, no one noticed his abnormality.
"You … Who exactly are you?" Yang Dong muttered in his heart.
"Yang Dong, you should be very familiar with me. After all, I am …"
… …
The tunnel that Wei Huo was passing through was getting redder and redder. It was so red that it was dripping blood. No, the tunnel was really dripping blood. The blood had even submerged half of Wei Huo's body. The thick blood and the pungent smell of blood were enough to make an ordinary person faint from fear. However, Wei Huo continued moving forward.
However, Wei Huo continued moving forward. He moved forward in the blood-colored pipe, and the surrounding tunnel became more and more realistic. He could even feel it when he touched it with his hands. Blood kept flowing past Wei Huo's body. Unlike water, the blood flowed in bursts. Wei Huo was shocked.
The blood was suddenly turbulent and then suddenly slowed down. The cycle repeated, making Wei Huo feel as if he was moving forward in a blood vessel.
However, it felt unreal when he suddenly entered a blood vessel from the sea of memories. The switch between reality and illusion was too fast. It was so fast that Wei Huo could not react in time.
The sea of memories was an illusion, and the blood vessels and blood were real. Where was the boundary between reality and illusion?
Wei Huo was confused. He wanted to go back and study the boundary between reality and illusion. However, Wei Huo had no choice but to move forward.
However, Wei Huo had no choice but to move forward, as he realized that the owner of this body was not in a good condition. That was because the flow of blood was slowing down. Although the blood was flowing in bursts, the overall flow speed was slowing down, and the depth of the blood was decreasing. Wei Huo could not help but move forward as he realized that the owner of this body was not in good condition.
It was like … like he was bleeding profusely.
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