The familiar soft bed, with the bright light on the ceiling obscured by a lampshade, doesn't feel too glaring if you look directly at it for a while.

Raising his wrist and looking at the time, he was just immersed in the world of fiction. Exactly twenty-eight minutes have passed, and it seems that the time passage of the two worlds is parallel.

"That's right! Where are math books, math books for high school? ”

Thinking of the humiliation of being ridiculed by a scumbag in the world of novels, Wu Yu, who was a little lazy because he had just drunk the mushroom soup, suddenly jumped up, threw himself in front of the long desk, and flipped in front of the neatly arranged textbooks.

"Can you be quieter?"

Knocking on the table, Bing Xiaotar raised her head and said dissatisfiedly.

"Ah, sorry, I'm sorry, I just suddenly can't contain my passion for high school math."

"Neuropathy."

Wrinkled her delicate little nose, Bing Xiaotar muttered quietly. One has never opened a book since he returned to the dormitory. is not playing with a computer or a mobile phone, or a boy who sleeps a lot, Bing Xiaotart doesn't believe the so-called irrepressible enthusiasm for learning that the other party said.

Ignore the undisguised disdain and dissatisfaction on the other side.

Wu Yu couldn't wait to open the math (first year of high school), and as soon as he read the title clearly, a woman's voice sounded in his ears.

"Here, it's called a collection. As for the assembly, you can understand that every day the militia has to gather together a large group of people. ”

Subconsciously looked around, except for Bing Xiaotart, who was writing at the desk opposite and whispering English words silently, there was no one else in the room.

"What do these two lines mean, it's not interesting, it's just graffiti, remember to draw a bunch of things when you see them in the future."

Wu Yu covered his ears in pain, it stands to reason how could the voice of the nightingale "teacher" who was misleading people's children come here.

However, the voice that became clearer and clearer did not come through his ears, but more like it came directly from the depths of Wu Yu's mind. Closing his eyes, through the bond that connects the two worlds, Wu Yu can vaguely "see" that the nightingale is pointing to a scroll and guiding "Yuyu" by the flickering bonfire.

Wu Yu angrily closed the math book in his hand, which he couldn't read. It's better to listen carefully to class tomorrow.

"Sure enough, I didn't last a minute, hey, it looks like maybe this guy's grades will drop by a few thousand next month."

Listening to the sound of closing the pages from the opposite side of the long desk, Bing Xiaotart, who lowered his head and copied English words, curled the corners of his mouth a little sarcastically.

………

"And after such a long night, those half rabbits and a few bowls of soup didn't feel hungry at all. Treat yourself to some long-form books. ”

After Wu Yu, who was giving up on himself, closed the page, he opened the laptop computer on the side and opened his reader account.

In the red and white simple bookshelf overview interface, you can see several custom bookshelves neatly distributed.

In the vast world of online literature, Wu Yu, who does not have even a second more time than ordinary people, naturally cannot be extravagant enough to squander his time unscrupulously to discover and read all the good books.

Therefore, whenever he finds a good book but has limited time, Wu Yu will mark it according to the length of the book and the expected time of consumption, waiting for the future to test the poison one by one.

"There's still such a long time, and I don't need to eat for the time being, so naturally I choose [Long Waiting Collection]."

Because of the frequent travel to and from the world of novels in the past few days, and too many secondary world completions, Wu Yu felt a faint tingling in his scalp, so it is better to choose a book with a high degree of overlap between world view and reality.

"Hmm, why didn't you read this one in the first place?"

Holding the mouse and wandering hesitantly on the bookshelf, he stopped at a name——— "Literary Era", Wu Yu was a little stunned.

It doesn't seem to be a very famous fire work, the author is also a newcomer, and the introduction is a little strange: he once saw a thief named Xiao Wu in a small county town, and he also saw a blonde mermaid by the Suzhou River, and he even saw a man in a small village who learned to call a donkey before being beheaded......

Swept the number of chapters, there were already more than seven hundred chapters, and I vaguely remember that it was because of this somewhat confusing introduction and the amount of long chapters that Wu Yu, who had an intuition that might be delicious when he saw this book at that time, did not choose to click on it immediately.

After all, for that period when you could starve to death at any time, it was really a big gamble to bite into a book that would not be edible until a few hundred chapters later.

"Speaking of which, how long has it been since I read books purely for the sake of reading, and I am always tired of trying to survive, I really don't deserve to be called a bookworm, I am a book slave."

Suddenly, he seems to have almost lost himself in the world of fiction these days, driven by hunger and forgot to stop reading, but fortunately it is not too late to adjust.

……………

"Smack, smack! Smack, smack! ”

The calm of the dormitory was once again broken by strange sounds.

"You!"

Bing Xiaotart, who was interrupted from studying again, raised her little head angrily. The snap of the pen on the notebook indicates that the big Lori is angry now.

was about to get angry, but he saw the boy on the other side who was originally dressed in a decadent temperament of eating and waiting for death, and after patting his cheek, his eyes condensed with a pure seriousness.

Under the bright light, the appearance of the boy opposite became a little blurred, as if a very thin tumbling fog had risen in the room, and the appearance of a no longer hippie smiling face showed a steady and full of experience that was contrary to the normal middle school students.

"What am I thinking?"

Shaking his head, Bing Xiaotart rubbed his eyes vigorously again, sure enough, he was tired from reading for too long, this kind of bastard boy opposite who does not seek to be motivated, he actually feels a little handsome, how is it possible, who would take a fancy to this kind of person!

If you look closely, it's clear that it's still a hopeless young boy who is addicted to online novels, and sure enough, it's all a hallucination just now.

Emptying the distracting thoughts in his mind, he clicked on the novel in front of him, and what jumped into his eyes was a stubborn or angry young man who was squatting on the ground and drifting north and failed, and was trying to draw a match to light the last cigarette.

The words flow slowly, and an incomparably ordinary person, with a bit of childishness and seriousness of the people of the town, breaks into the world of movies and filmmakers.

Licking his slightly dry lips, although the quiet and easy-going writing and narration could not be truly turned into energy, it cooled and calmed down the soup that had been restless and tumbling in Wu Yu's body before, and slowly began to faint in Wu Yu's body.

Again, the air around them began to ripple layer by layer, and the transparent words quickly jumped and dissipated, rising into a dreamlike scene. However, Wu Yu, who is still immersed in the story, has nothing left in his eyes except words.

A world that seemed to exist in reality, but also seemed to have never been seen slowly unfolded in front of Wu Yu's eyes. In the era of literature and art, it is not so full of the hustle and bustle of drunkenness as people understand, in a certain corner, there has always been a group of people who have real dreams to show and shout.

For some people, art is a job. For others, art is life.

Before you know it, it's late at night, the hour and minute hands slowly move towards twelve, and the story has just begun......