[A long time ago, there was a sheep village, and there lived a shepherd. He was expelled from the Qingqing grassland because he often deceived and fooled others.
That day, the poor shepherd, who was deaf, blind, mute and with disabled legs, listened to the ridicule of the sheep and stared at the gate of Yangcun for a long time. Before leaving, he sneered: "Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, Don’t bully young people into poverty!”]
After Zhou Ke sent the original manuscript of the first half of the fairy tale, he typed the next line: "This is roughly the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf"."
About half a minute later, the other person in the chat box responded.
Those were four short words, but they were filled with the resentment and pain of the eighteenth level of hell fire - "Return and rewrite."
"Why?!" Zhou Ke was angry.
"I asked you to adapt "The Boy Who Cried Wolf", not to make it up!"
The editor responded very quickly this time, and Zhou Ke seemed to hear the pitter-patter sound of the jade fingers hitting the keyboard, which was the passionate performance of the Zuan pianist.
"When the great philosopher Aesop saw your work "The Boy Who Cried Wolf", he was so angry that he was resurrected on the spot and changed from the original writer to the accuser!"
"I advise you to write honestly and stop making messy things to delay time. The dead line will not be changed!"
"If you don't deliver the manuscript before the deadline, I'll drag you into a dark room and shred it with a paper shredder! Tear it up!"
Looking at the ultimatum issued by the editor, Zhou Ke held his head and sighed, "Oh, obviously I think writing is good."
He scratched his messy hair and stood up to wash up, but a dizzy black light appeared in front of his eyes, and his head was buzzing.
Zhou Ke, who has many years of sedentary experience from being a student to working, knows that this is just orthostatic hypotension caused by transient cerebral ischemia, and it can be cured by standing for a while.
Yes, just stand for a while...
"The power of reason, third level!"
As the stone carving of the globe revealed three slightly blurred planetary rings, a male voice shouted without joy or sorrow.
In the center of the neatly arranged crowd, the sun couldn't stop his sloppy look. His whole body exuded the aura of keeping strangers away, and the slightly melancholy young man with dark circles under his eyes was startled awake by the male voice.
He covered his head, which seemed to have been hit hard with a hammer, and asked three philosophical questions while feeling dizzy and painful:
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?"
"Ke Zai, didn't you say you need to squint for a while? Are you okay?"
When Zhou Ke opened his eyes, a gentle-looking boy reached out to hold his shoulders.
The boy's hair is dyed a durian color that is half golden but not golden, half yellow but not yellow. It looks quite unique when paired with his clear and elegant facial features.
In particular, there is a mole under his left eye, which makes him look like a vampire nobleman who eloped with a human girl in movies and TV shows.
"Who are you?"
Memories about gentle boys... Memories about this world, countless memory fragments are stuck into the brain like broken glass.
It made Zhou Ke feel the feelings of President Kennedy - his mind was wide open!
"Li Hua?"
The moment he blurted out the boy's name, he couldn't hold back the strong dizziness and covered his mouth and retched.
This has another meaning in Li Hua's eyes.
"Hey, hey, after all, we have been roommates for two and a half years. You don't want to vomit just looking at me, right?"
Li Hua was talking nonsense, but he still cared about his deskmate and always supported Zhou Ke's body with his hands.
"You don't look good. Do you need Li Hua, a kind, generous and helpful student, to take you to the school doctor?"
"No, I'm fine..."
Zhou Ke waved his hand with difficulty.
He was fine, except that he had read a large amount of memories in a short period of time, which was a bit difficult to digest.
It will be much better if you slow down for a while.
In the ten seconds or so that he was bent over and gagging, his physical discomfort had completely subsided.
But there are still lingering psychological fears.
"Is it true... I can travel through time just by standing up?"
Staggering students stood in lines on the playground, and the campus scenery dotted with green gradually became clear in his eyes.
Strange yet familiar.
According to the clichéd saying, he probably did travel through time.
His surname is Zhou Dan, whose last name is the word Ke. He was a fairy tale writer in his previous life. At this time, his soul has transformed into a 17-year-old student with the same name.
This should have been a gratifying blessing.
After all, everyone has regrets in their heart. Who wouldn’t want a chance to start over?
But the memory in his mind told Zhou Ke again.
There is a big difference between the blue star he is on now and the earth he was originally on.
First of all, Blue Star has always had extraordinary mystery.
Legendary gods exist.
Those famous anthropologists in the history of the earth are all great magisters who are mortal and comparable to gods.
For example, Isaac Newton.
He is the founder of Skyfall Magic, the first person to control gravity, and is revered by Blue Star as the "Father of Mechanics".
Another example is Michael Faraday.
He was the pioneer of magnetic storm magic. He used his human wisdom to confront the thunder of God King Zeus and won the hearts of the gods. He was revered as the "Father of Electricity".
Later, the foundation of the era of electrical magic was laid.
It can be said that the development of Blue Star is inseparable from magic.
Steam power relies on magic, electricity relies on magic, and even the Internet relies on magic.
However...yes, it's such a abrupt twist.
The prosperous and peaceful era was like a soap bubble that rose too quickly, fragile and shattered.
About a hundred years ago, the gods and magisters disappeared from the world overnight.
Books and materials about magic were burned, and not a single fragment remained.
By the time ordinary people came to their senses, the faults in history were already difficult to repair.
The glorious age of magic is gone forever.
In the next hundred years, the human era hardly developed.
But it’s not like everything is lost, at least... people have found [the truth].
The so-called truth is the extraordinary mystery written and created by the hidden gods and magicians. It is the last gift of the glorious era of magic.
They reside in the souls of future generations, quietly waiting for recovery.
"Li Hua?"
"Hey, dad is here."
Zhou Ke gradually adapted to his memory, and the two souls with a certain age gap merged perfectly in the same body.
He is both Zhou Ke who traveled from Earth, and Zhou Ke who was born and raised on Blue Star.
His feelings for Li Hua became deeper, as if they had known each other for a long time.
Looking at the best friend with blond hair in front of me, the impression becomes clearer and clearer, and I feel more and more stupid that this face is stupid.
Normally, schools do not allow students to dye their hair.
But Li Hua was stubborn and made up the story that he had a white Icelandic ancestor and his hair was an atavism.
I originally thought it was an excuse, but I didn't expect that when Li Hua dug up the family tree, there was actually a Caucasian with blond hair and big waves.
The school leaders had nothing to do with him and simply let him go.
"Li Hua." Zhou Ke called again.
The sound was so serious that Li Hua couldn't help but frown: "Ke Zai, are you okay? Don't scare me! If something happens to you, who will I copy my homework from?"
"promise me."
"What did you promise me?" Li Hua was a little uneasy. He noticed that something was wrong with Zhou Ke's mood.
"promise me!"
Zhou Ke grabbed Li Hua's shoulders with both hands, his eyes bright and his tone deep.
"Okay, I promise you!"
Li Hua didn't know what Zhou Ke was doing.
The brother's attitude as if leaving a last message frightened him, and now even if he is asked to offer the chrysanthemum, he will accept it!
"If you want to write letters to foreign friends in the future, please write them yourself."
"Fuck you!"
Li Hua smiled and scolded and pushed Zhou Ke, not knowing that he was teasing his name that appeared repeatedly on English test papers.
My good intentions were eaten by dogs, and I worried for so long in vain.
"Hehehe." Zhou Ke chuckled happily.
This is not only to cover up the sense of dissonance from time to time, but also to invigorate the friendship between the two.
"You're not vomiting now?" Li Hua punched Zhou Ke in the chest.
"My head no longer hurts, my waist is no longer sore, and my heart almost stopped beating." Zhou Ke covered his chest and said it truly.
"Strength of reason, fifth level! Average qualification."
While the two were chatting, another loud shout came.
Zhou Ke heard the sound and looked towards the flag-raising platform. There were two stone sculptures as high as two people in the square usually used for speeches.
One is shaped like a globe, and the other is a book with pages turned upward.
The man in a gray suit, with his hair combed back meticulously, was holding a tablet in his hand, his fingers sliding from time to time, recording something.
There is an aura about men that is completely different from them and ordinary people.
"Association manager..." Zhou Ke murmured in a low voice.
In order to unify and manage those who awaken to the truth and understand magic, the country specially created the "Magic Association".
Today is the second semester of the senior year of high school. It is the time for the association to enter the campus and test the truth of the third year of high school.
The selection of only senior high school students was also carefully considered.
Students in this period are approaching adulthood, their thoughts and legal concepts tend to be mature, and they are less likely to be impulsive.
Even if you suddenly awaken to the extraordinary power of truth, you will not act recklessly.
"well."
Whale Eyes brushed up a few fallen hair strands and sighed in disappointment.
He is the examiner responsible for testing the truth awakening of Guangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
No. 1 Middle School is the best college in Guangcheng.
Unexpectedly, the assessment results were not ideal.
On average, two out of a hundred people will awaken to the truth, which is within the normal probability range.
However, the truth of these people's awakening is generally not well-known, and their abilities are relatively mediocre.
"It is true that one generation is inferior to the other. If this continues, humans may one day be eaten up by beasts."
Whale Eye shook his head and sighed, a few strands of hair hanging loose like insect tentacles, and there was no expression on his face.
"Examiner, I..."
The thin-faced boy clenched his fists unwillingly when he heard that his qualifications were only average.
Of course Whale Eye noticed this emotion, ignored it, and said indifferently:
"Classmate, come to the right and just put your hand up."
The unwilling young man could only do as he was told and put his hand on the stone carving of the book page.
Under the green light, a book appeared above the boy's head without any warning, with light green fonts engraved on the cover of the book.
Jingmu turned his head and glanced, and said loudly: "Candidate Liu Xing, Awakening to the Truth "Children without Umbrellas, Must Run Hard", author unknown."
