Text Chapter 2: Yan Ziyue's Monologue - The First Impression of Another World

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Yan Ziyue was dizzy, all kinds of pressure on her body kept coming, her internal organs were upside down, and she suddenly felt a sense of detachment from her soul, and she couldn't feel anything anymore when her body was light. When I felt it again, I tried to open my eyes and it was pitch black, and the feeling of strength in the movements of my hands and feet was very soft, and I slowly adjusted my body to find a more comfortable posture, but the sudden sense of oppression made her not think about it, she could only struggle instinctively, and as the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger, she could only try to find a breakthrough. When the sense of light was restored, the breathing was also a lot brisker, desperately opened my eyes to see where it was, found a more cruel reality, couldn't see things clearly, seriously doubted my eyesight wow, it wouldn't become blind, I was shocked again when I raised my hand to touch my face, what does this feel, I don't know it at all, I want to cry wow, this voice, is this my own voice, delusion, cry again, it's really my own voice, okay, admit it, I'm just a baby now, smile bitterly, then cry a little longer, How are you going to live in the future?

Yan Ziyue cried and cried enough, mainly because she was hungry, and sure enough, crying was also a physical job. Yan Ziyue calmed down a little, but she really complained that she didn't know where to start, giving herself a helpless self-deprecation, a mess of doubts and nowhere to solve, the ghost only knew what this place was, was she reborn, how did she feel like she was being pulled out like poop? No, in my current state, I thought of a little common sense, and it was clear that I had just been born. Yan Ziyue was thinking about the increasingly blurred memories in her mind, and there was a hint of panic, and her reason told herself that it was because she was assimilated by her current body that even her memories began to be lost little by little. Yan Ziyue couldn't help roaring in her heart, it shouldn't be like this, this is not scientific, my memories are back, they are all back...

In Yan Ziyue's mind, it was like a movie playing backwards, regressing scene by scene, and in the end, all she could grasp was the slightest impression before she came here.

Yan Ziyue, who is a new human being, has an attribute test of Hongyan, a concurrent wind system, a high IQ, a higher EQ, the chief HR of the inaugural cultural space, a madman at work, and an all-rounder in life, such a person is good at everything, but he is already thirty years old and is still single. On this day, the unreliable adoptive father Dr. Yan had to ask her to visit her classmates, the mad doctor who specializes in the study of numerology and space-time particles, the purpose is self-explanatory, of course, it is a blind date, but Yan Ziyue really doesn't want to debunk it, after all, it is very good that this father-in-law with almost zero EQ can think of giving himself a blind date, but it is also very likely to be instigated by others.

The spherical roof of the fully intelligent glass, a strangely shaped crescent-shaped door opens there, and the ordinary is weird. Yan Ziyue remembered this door, if it weren't for her curiosity for a while, she stretched out her hand to enter, wouldn't she have been sucked here, if there is really a regret medicine in the world, I decided to buy a cart to stock up, maybe one day the intestines will regret it.

There was a white mist, he couldn't see his five fingers clearly, he only felt that he was stepping on the air frequently, but he didn't fall, he was dizzy, he couldn't tell the front and back, all around was the same, Yan Ziyue had to walk in one direction, looking forward to seeing the light in the next second.

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If Yan Ziyue knew where she came from and what kind of identity she was, would she be a little more balanced, and probably not, because she began to forget who she was, and when she really remembered who she was, it was time to leave.