In fact, I think that many times it is a very correct choice to treat the impossible task as a miracle. Because most of the time, they do mean miracles. It means that normal people have absolutely no way to accomplish and achieve the goal.

It's like you're a newcomer who is going to slay a dragon and then hell succeed alive, it's a miracle. Although you accept the mission yourself is no different from murdering yourself, once you succeed, you will be rewarded with great rewards. Driven by various interests, it is normal for human beings to choose such behavior.

But anyway, there are many times when miracles are forced. They were completely involuntary, which created seemingly impossible miracles.

In the eyes of others, they are omnipotent, invincible, and ignore all kinds of blows as if they were favored by God. In those dangerous battlefields and dark occasions, they were undaunted and courageously pushed forward, tearing enemies apart one by one.

It sounds like a heroic story, but it's actually a heroic story.

Because it's a miracle.

People who are not miracles are dead.

Every year, there are so many people who take risks and choose those legendary paths, but there are only a few people in this world who stand at the peak, and then there are all kinds of success. It sounds like you can make it yourself. So there are all kinds of people who try miracles. The vast number of cardinal numbers compensates for the small probability.

So naturally there are people who succeed. It's better to say that so many heads are filled in, and none of them succeed. There must have been a few people who crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, and then felt that they were successful people, and once again launched the success study.

Maybe many people don't believe this, so let's do the simplest test. Only the guò test can determine the authenticity of a qiē, isn't it?

It doesn't take much thought. Just suppose that in the most critical phone calls or minutes of the most critical turning point in the life of those successful people, call them out to make a call, or simply fool them with some means. This kind of thing happens often, what phone is busy, simple fraud or something, it is all a reality thing.

And then let's move on to it. If you don't reach the critical point in your life, or if you make the other party feel slighted, what will happen to the next negotiation and turning point? I didn't turn off my phone during the interview, and my hands shook when I was doing the real yàn.

The answer is simple. Successful ones are not them.

If it is the kind of successful person who uses time to pile up, then naturally there is no way to thwart them. Because this group of loyal users of the exhaustive method will correct the probability little by little.

But what about the kind of people who rely on coincidences and character? What about those who preach that success can be achieved by chance alone? They will be replaced by another group of opportunists. Continue to propagate those powerful theories, so that more people can lie down and wade through the minefield.

As a devotion to the law of exhaustion, I despise such behavior.

As long as you rely on luck to succeed, you are born different from others or something, it's just like cheating, isn't it? Although I am one of the cheaters myself, I still use my own efforts to maintain my will. I don't take luck for granted, on the contrary, although I am lucky, I try to eliminate the influence of luck.

Don't think that if you draw the same card every time, it will be that card next time. Pin your luck on luck, and then it means that you have given up on self-salvation. You have given up on taking your destiny into your own hands.

Accept fate, this is fate, a qiē is useless, a qiē has long been doomed, and such thoughts will continue to wash away the mind and corrode the spirit.

I'll watch, but I'm definitely not going to give in. If fate strikes, then my choice will be to fight to the death. Although fate has no way to see or touch, I will still use my ability and opportunity to resist this crushing of fate, until my faith is corroded, and my soul can no longer be ignited and gives up resistance.

No one can defeat fate, but before fate comes, you always have to make your own choice. There is always nothing wrong with making a final decision before the mind is tired and before the will is curled up. Even if it means the destruction of the ego.

“……”

Lying on the bed and looking at the white ceiling, I blinked subconsciously. It took a long time to realize that I had woken up.

"What an unpleasant dream......"

I touched the corner of my eye, and the strange feeling made me frown.

I can't remember what happened in my dreams, but I vaguely remember that I seemed to dream about something unpleasant. It seems that remembering something that shouldn't be remembered has ended up like this.

But how strange is it, there doesn't seem to be anything unsightly in my memory, right? Why is this thought occurring? Am I sleeping?

“…… Well? ”

I sat on the bed and twitched my nose a few times.

There seemed to be a faint sound in my ears that looked like something was frying. With a faint fragrance, it came from outside the hidden door.

What's going on? Is there anyone in the kitchen?

Because I had some low blood pressure in the morning, I squinted and got out of bed and staggered open the door.

"Good morning, Bi Qigu-san."

In that moment, I seemed to see an angel.

In the glimmer of the morning light, the black-haired girl with waist-length hair, wearing a kitchen apron, holding a stir-fry shovel with pale yellow rubber gloves, stood in the kitchen with a natural face, and waved at me with a slightly red face.

With the sound of the girl's greeting, an evocative aroma of bacon wafted out of the kitchen and into the nostrils. With the sound of Naziz's frying, I subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. There was a gurgling sound in my stomach, indicating that my body had fallen into a state of hunger and was beginning to look forward to what was next.

"Breakfast was going to be ready soon, wait a little over there. If you're impatient, there's a newspaper on the table, so you can take a look at it to pass the time. ”

"Huh? Oh. ”

Listening to her words, I nodded subconsciously. I made it to the table, grabbed the newspaper on it, and read it. Facing the black and white letters, my head gradually woke up from the state of the paste, and returned to its original state.

…… me, I'm not in the right position to get up?!

I almost fell headlong into the newspaper, and countless cold sweats flowed down my head. The sound of the gradual platter behind me was more like a death talisman that made me tremble.

(The plot progress of this book is only about a third of the way, so what's the intention of saying that it will end?) If the situation is good, I plan to finish the book until the graduation ceremony of my third year of high school. It's only been about two and a half years old...... ）