Friday, a quarter past two in the morning.
The spatial structure is disordered and the physical structure collapses.
There is an APP on the desktop of the mobile phone that cannot be deleted. The icon is a mottled crimson graduation certificate.
At the same time, the window fell into nothingness.
The corridors are connected end to end, the stairs are folded, the dormitory door numbers jump randomly, the coordinates are misaligned, and a crack from another world opens in the center of the playground.
The pop-up notice of the convention pinned to the top of the APP:
[Dear students, our school is committed to creating a fully realistic living environment]
The ceiling overhead quickly approached.
Everyone screamed and ran away, but Huo Tingshang stood still.
The plaster is like an alien shape formed by condensation of white paint. A pair of gray, rotten grape-like compound eyes are pouring down towards the ground.
Huo Tingshang even took half a step back in disgust, as if he had suffered a huge grievance:
"Xiaoye, it's too ugly. Can I change it to a better-looking one?"
Sui Ye: "..."
The alien leaning down: "..."
NPCs: You can judge ghosts by their appearance!
Art department beauty attack VS calm and composed academic dominance
Intention: transformation, tenacity, self-reinvention