"The, monster, my grandson is the real ......"

"You're the monster, and my grandson is the real ......"

"I'm ......"

"I'm ......"

"Since it can't be done here, do you dare to go to Rulai with Lao Sun to discern ......?"

"If you don't dare, go and ......"

"Go, go, go......"

In the picture, two monkeys with golden hair, dressed in golden jade clothes, holding a stick, are flying into the air as they fight.

The picture changed again, and in the clouds, a large bird flew by, and below it was a tall man with a golden body.

Soon the two monkeys who were fighting entered the place with the sound of metal rods pounding.

At the same time, he landed at the same time, and at the same time said "Rulai, which of us do you say is true and who is false......"

"I'm ...... really"

"I'm real, you're fake......"

"I'm real, you're fake......"

The two monkeys fought again.

Soon the screen turned again, and a monkey had been crushed under a large golden bowl.

The red eyes were full of anger and unwillingness and grief.

Just as the huge golden bowl was withdrawn, the monkey standing next to it picked up the stick and knocked it down.

"Ahh

Sun Xiaobai exclaimed violently.

Sweating profusely, panting in big pockets.

"Sun Xiaobai, what is the fuss, do you know that this is a ...... class?"

After a long time, Sun Xiaobai slowly reacted and exhaled heavily, "I'm scared to death, it turned out to be a dream......"

"Dreaming, Sun Xiaobai, I see that you are daydreaming, you take a good look at where you are......"

Sun Xiaobai saw the person who heard the speaker, and he was shocked in his heart, it's over!

Only then did I realize that I was still in math class, and when I looked around, I was smiling.

"Sun Xiaobai, you said that you can't study, and you still sleep in class, don't talk about it, you still daydream? Get out of here......"

Sun Xiaobai wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word, sighed, and walked out of the classroom, leaning against the wall next to the classroom door.

Listening to the sound of learning in other classrooms around him, the teacher's lecture, Sun Xiaobai shook his head, learning or something, he was not interested at all......

My name is Sun Xiaobai, a native of Huaguo, a sophomore in high school, and my academic performance may be poor.

18 years old this year, no girlfriend, average family, that is, the so-called poor single dog!

I've been thinking that this world may not be like the surface, and there is another side, but this is all my conjecture, maybe not, after all, I haven't seen it myself, I like anime characters, otaku, as long as you rest or Sunday or something, it's the kind that stays at home.

Sun Xiaobai closed his eyes and meditated......

But then again, the dream was really real.

I opened my eyes, touched my face, looked at my hands, and continued to meditate

Journey to the West, that stick hit him straight at him.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, he didn't expect that he could still dream that he was Sun Wukong, not bad.

But that feels pretty real, and now the little heart is still beating uncontrollably......

"Uh!" Suddenly, Sun Xiaobai felt a pain in his heart, like a knife stuck in it, penetrating.

It hurts, it hurts.

Sun Xiaobai half-squatted down, covered his heart, endured it, and even punched his fist to the position of his heart, it really hurt very much, and it seemed to be eaten by hundreds of millions of ants.

It didn't take long for the sound of clattering high-heeled footsteps to be heard, the sound of stairs.

Now I felt better, and I stood up, my face flushed and my forehead sweating.

A teacher came out of the staircase and walked in his direction, Sun Xiaobai glanced at it and played with his fingers.

The female teacher glanced at Sun Xiaobai when she walked by, and continued to walk until the sound of pushing open the door and closing sounded, Sun Xiaobai put down her playing fingers, covered her chest, and rubbed it.

It was much better, but Sun Xiaobai only frowned, as if he didn't care at all.

After all, this thing is not once or twice, it has been like this since I was twelve years old, I didn't care about it at first, and it wasn't frequent, and my family was also busy, I often went to work, and I didn't come back much on business trips. I haven't mentioned it to my family, until now, more and more frequent, at first only once a year, now once a month, more and more serious, the most important thing is that every time I hurt, my mind is a mess, and there are constantly things like memories coming out, but I can't remember.

My head swelled again, I was dizzy, my heart hurt greatly, and I really didn't know what to do.

It's not easy for the family to make money, there is still a building that hasn't paid off, and it's not easy to say that I went to the hospital, forget it, that's it, it's been six years, and there's nothing wrong, maybe whoever misses me doesn't necessarily ha.