Shen Ziyan, who was raised as a mascot by her family, has been completely confused these days.
He had a "serial-style" dream, in which he was not a living person, but an NPC in a broken book - the kind of background board of the Novice Village where the activity track day after day could be copied and pasted.
In the dream, he was either at school or on his way to school—unless it was weekends.
"Good guy!" Shen Ziyan woke up from her dream and beat the bed angrily, "Why do I live like a looping vlog! It turns out that the persona God gave me is a 'perpetual motion student party'?!"
But gradually, he felt something was wrong.
Although he shows up in the classroom "on time" every day, why is it that the teacher's lectures... Are always the same ones from the Book of Songs? Mathematics always stays on quadratic functions, and even the example numbers of the exercises have not changed!
He wanted to sneak out on the weekend, but either his mother suddenly became dizzy, or his father locked the house with his key, or the community insisted on imposing temporary control measures. In short, it was like he was welded to death at home by an invisible barrier.
What's even more outrageous is that every Sunday night, he will fall asleep and wake up to a familiar Monday, a familiar alarm clock, and even the lines his mother used to urge him to get up are exactly the same.
Shen Ziyan lay paralyzed on the bed, his eyes empty: "It's true... I'm really an NPC."
He complained angrily to the ceiling: "God! Although I occasionally scold you for being unreliable, you wouldn't just throw me into a stand-alone game and be a tool, right?!"
After going through five cycles of messing around, wailing and incompetent rage - he finally saw the protagonist mentioned in the "script" in the math class on the sixth Tuesday.
That was a transfer student, wearing a white washed school uniform, sitting quietly in the corner, but like a ray of light, he suddenly burst into his stagnant world.
Shen Ziyan looked at that figure, and the small flame that went out in her heart "popped" and sparked again.
He touched his chin, his eyes gradually changed from blank to sharp:
"Perhaps... I, as an NPC, can secretly write a cheat for myself? Didn't I agree that my fate is up to me!"
At this moment, the "protagonist" sitting in the corner seemed to be aware of his burning gaze, turned his head slightly, and met him with an indifferent gaze.
Shen Ziyan's heart skipped a beat, and alarm bells blared in his head:
"This script... Can it really be changed?"
If everyone's destiny is already determined, what's the point of life? I, Shen Ziyan, never believe in the theory of fate!
The content has been screenshotted at the time of creation and is absolutely original.
Intention: Pursue the unknown and explore the unknown.