The moment the delete key was pressed, Lin Yu's scrapped manuscript began to bite reality - the erased eyes of the heroine turned into oracle bone cracks, growing on the white wall of the classroom. The teaching assistant in the goose-yellow skirt throws a rusty USB flash drive, and his award-winning novel three years ago is mutating into a type virus: every sentence is eating away at the load-bearing beams of the teaching building, and the seventy-three times deleted confession paragraph is making the buzz of bronze chimes under the school history museum.
The word spirit of the Shang Dynasty resurrected in the wifi signal, the ferocious beast of the copper plate of the Ming Dynasty tore open high-mathematics textbooks, and the emoticon package transformed into an electronic bug that devoured papers. With the Cangjie input method in hand, Lin Yu erased the real dynasty with every enter key - the sweet and sour pork ribs turned into the Classic of Mountains and Seas in the singing of Chu Ci, and his graduation thesis had to feed the ink disaster suppressed by movable type printing.
When the Western Xia text generated a red QR code in the pupils of teachers and students, the countdown began on the moving movable type tattoo on Chen Xin's collarbone. The resentful spirit in the abandoned draft is hunting across dimensions with the Yinxu keyboard, and Lin Yu's final trump card is to forge the unfinished love story into a god-killing inscription - using his own heartbeat frequency to rivet reality into the binding thread of "Yongle Dian".
