The night of the 31st century is overwhelmingly bustling.

A young man in his early twenties, carrying a shabby bag and stepping on his double incompatible flip-flops, walked on the road of the city with a blank face, his bloodshot eyes full of loneliness and loneliness.

The people in the world who can boil people into this picture, except for the infatuated and ruthless resentful woman, can only be the so-called dream.

There was a gleam in the young man's eyes.

Countless times day and night, trying their best, countless times of staggering, laughing and greeting.

Dreams hang in the sky, exuding a still bright brilliance, as if they are still within reach, and those who pursue their dreams swallow tears into their stomachs.

The young man raised his head, the brilliant neon dyed the night sky in colorful colors, and the earth-shattering heavy metal music, mixed with screams and cheers full of energy, roared indulgently in his ears, took a few steps forward, but suddenly disappeared.

A levitating lamp is quietly hanging above the young man's head, undulating slightly.

The young man stopped, looking at the floating lamp above his head, a little dazed.

……

On a winding path, a boy of no more than sixteen or seventeen years old was carrying a brand-new bag and walking towards the world in high spirits.

The path was planted with willow trees on both sides, and the breeze blew and the snow fell, and white catkins flew all over the sky.

A catkins burrowed into the boy's nostrils, and the boy rubbed his nose and couldn't help but sneeze.

In the catkins in the sky, there were familiar people coming towards him, waving his hand at the young man from a distance, and greeting the young man loudly, and the young man also smiled and waved.

A group of playful children ran in front of the boy, and the road was full of dust, and the boy was disgraced, but he was not angry, just stood in place and smiled bitterly, watching a group of lawless little devils run away.

As the morning sun shone down, the dust particles flying all over the sky seemed to become elves waving their wings, and the boy covered his mouth and nose, faced the sun, let go of his steps, and began to run.

A dirt road with flying elves was quickly crossed by the boy, but the boy still didn't stop.

The sudden and fierce wind blew on the young man's somewhat immature face, trying to slow down the young man's footsteps, the sun splashed on the young man's forehead, and the young man's face was hung with crystal beads of sweat, and the bushes of the most common wildflowers on the side of the road, with the fragrance of the early morning, drilled into the nostrils of the young man, making the last reservation.

Beads of sweat slid down the boy's face, slammed on the dirt road, turned into a circular mark, and the sound of breathing began to be a little heavy, but the boy still didn't care, his face was covered with sweat, it was so happy! So hearty!

Finally, the boy stopped running, raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his face, covered his chest and gasped for breath, his face was flushed, as if there was endless blood rolling in his body.

There are cicadas singing, one after another, reflecting each other, as if it is a huge chorus, and it seems to be a heart-wrenching song.

A girl who was also sixteen or seventeen years old walked in front of her, as if she was used to seeing the sun, her face was a little dark, and her two ponytails dangled with the girl's footsteps, full of vitality.

When the girl saw the boy, she hurriedly lowered her head, and her little face turned red.

As a result, the teenager was also a little overwhelmed.

Probably asked where he was going, the boy scratched his head and pointed in a hesitant direction.

As if asked what she was going to do, the girl blushed and pinched the corner of her clothes and couldn't speak.

The two waved their hands and staggered as if they were fleeing.

Walking farther, the girl turned her head and looked at the boy, as if she remembered her secret, so the girl's little red face became more and more beautiful.

The boy walked forward rather in style, and the boy also remembered his secret...... There is a saying that a teenager should tell the world.

Suddenly, an old voice came from behind him, and in that old voice, with a thick reluctance, a little trembling, as if it was full of tears.

The boy also trembled slightly, and turned to look back.

……

"Bang!"

A speeding car crashed straight into the levitating lamp in front of the young man's eyes, shattering the pictures in the young man's mind.

The shattered levitation lamp fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The young man lay on the ground weakly, closed his eyes, but still seemed unable to stop the tears gushing out.

……

Dawn emerges, the darkness recedes like a tide, and the warm sun shines on the earth.

The young man opened his bloodshot eyes, staggered to his feet, and walked towards a large floating screen in the street.

On the screen, familiar and warm smiling faces are flashing.

"Audience friends, this is the famous Yanjing Royal Club, these are our "Mythology" Hall of Fame Adong, Swallow, Qiangzi, a few, say hello to everyone!"

"Hello everyone, I'm Ah Dong from the Royal Club."

"Hello everyone, I'm Swallow."

"I'm a hadron."

"Dongge, the world's super giant online game "Big Future" will be launched today, and the country has put forward the slogan of 'everyone is a soldier', requiring citizens to enter the game, level up hard, and prepare for the future national war. As one of the top clubs in China, will Yanjing Royal Club switch to "Big Future" and continue to create brilliance? ”

"Switching to "Big Future" is not only what every guild and every club must do, but also the obligation and responsibility of every citizen! I dare not say that we will continue to create brilliance, but our Yanjing Royal Club will definitely throw our heads for the motherland! Spill blood! Give our all! ”

"Wow! Amazing, worthy of Brother Dong! By the way, Brother Dong, why didn't you see the legendary Brother Ming this time? Legend has it that Brother Ming, the seventh thief in the Hall of Fame and the third in the world, is full of chivalrous courage and courage, and often acts chivalrous when he sees injustice, but recently provoked the notorious Soul Eater Guild and was chased all the way to the novice village, is this true? ”

"Ah Ming has left our Yanjing Royal Club for personal reasons. But Amin is the hardest-working and most talented boy I've ever met, and with the launch of "Big Future" and everything in "Mythology" has gone to zero. ”

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The young man turned around expressionlessly and staggered forward.