(Take some time off to work on manuscripts. Bow)
Su Heshu was walking normally on the way to school as a successor to socialism. He was holding a cup of soy milk in his hand and a bun in his mouth. He was about to use his free hand to adjust his backpack strap and catch up with the classmates in front of him when he was stopped by a good-looking young man.
"Classmate, what time is it now?"
Su Heshu was used to seeing random interviews that tricked passers-by. He didn't bother to look for the camera hidden around him and grabbed the young man's hand. He looked like a fellow countryman meeting a fellow countryman, "I've long felt that something was wrong here. Are you from 2333 too!"
The young man's expression instantly changed from eagerness to anger. He took Su Heshu's hand and floated him up.
Literally floating.
Then I saw a few people who were also floating in the air coming out of nowhere and hurried over, nodding and bowing to the young man beside me with a grimace.
The young man's anger remained undiminished, "How did you adjust the timeline and world line? Now, if you pick anyone out casually, they will be victims of time confusion. Is this the result of your work?"
While Su Heshu was being stared at by a few people who were looking at him pitifully in a hurry, Su Heshu nodded unconsciously in the air under his feet - "But I'm really just a passerby who thought it was a prank game."
Several people were stunned for a moment.
Then I saw the young man frowning in confusion and asked Su Heshu, "In this situation, we cannot erase your memory at will. The submission and approval process is difficult, so - are you willing to become a special time adjuster?"
Intention: Accepting fate will also have small but endless emotions and hopes.