My name is Fuyue, and I am a senior Guquan person.
I was brought into Guquan by the new friends I made during the shift in junior high school. At that time, I was still going to school in my hometown, and the school was so close to home that I couldn't save any pocket money, so I missed out on a lot of self-promoted peripherals. So my relatives and friends and I racked our brains to think of ways to make money, and we set our sights on self-media.
The first step to making money is to go to a certain fish and take a picture of your dreams. During that time, I would wake up laughing from my dreams. Because I was making money, my relatives and friends and I would organize tours on our own every time. Because of our good attitude and the fact that we were notified of additional payment, our reputation gradually accumulated.
When my career was at its peak, my parents told me that our family was moving to Neon due to work reasons.
Even though I switched to Neon, I still didn't give up my career, and even started working as a purchasing agent. I had already saved a lot of money at a young age, but all this changed one day when I was in high school. The moment I realized that I was petrified, I was actually thinking that the balance of the group payment had not yet been collected.
I was reluctant to pull at my consciousness intermittently over the long years.
Until one day, my little fan's brother, Shishioji, lifted my petrification.
"Fuyue, yes."
I was shocked to see that he looked completely different from the picture his sister sent me in junior high school. He was obviously not so tall at that time.
Everyone around him had an inexplicable respect for me. I felt a little uncomfortable, so I sneaked out and met my high school classmates, Dashu and Bang.
They told me that my deskmate Senku was dead.
Me: "..."
A series of things happened in the middle, and Qiankong suddenly called me out alone one night. He looked at me for a while, looked away and touched his neck with his hands, and said: "Fuyue, my desire to explore the moon is the same as my desire to explore you."
A few days later, Long Shui came to me and snapped his fingers and said: "Ha↗ha↘Fuyue, the world will eventually return to my hands, and you are the new world I have found!"
A few days later, more and more people came to me and said things like they would never see each other again (that's what I thought). I didn't understand. Didn't they just go to the moon in a hand-made spaceship? How come it's like parting between life and death?
And I don't have to go this time.
User Guide: First person (me) all OOC warning for the brainless Mary Sue heartthrob.
Purpose: Two-dimensional people really worship the high-IQ hand-rubbing boss.
