One summer vacation, Hu Miao, who was promoted to professor, was lying peacefully at home. His former college roommate and current gay friend, Zhang Li, came to visit.
Zhang Li said that he would take Hu Miao to the border town of Kermode to relax, saying that although the situation was tense, there would never be a fight, and he would travel abroad at public expense.
Hu Miao believed it.
The morning after landing, Hu Miao ran with the cello on his back through the small town full of bomb craters, dodging shells until he was exhausted.
Hu Miao was exhausted physically and mentally and asked Zhang Li to pawn his pants to compensate for his mental losses.
Zhang Li said that he would introduce him to a "hot product" when he went back to offset the compensation.
Zhang Li said that the child's hair was half long and tied up in a small knot, and he was particularly shy when he saw Hu Miao. He even sang love songs to him.
Hu Miao believed it again.
Hu Miao survived the gunfire and returned to the embrace of the motherland, deliberately not cutting his hair.
Her half-long hair was styled into a small knot with great effort, which made her appear particularly connected to children.
He drove his nostalgic classic car to the South Gate Cafe of Guoyin University. He took the photo given by Zhang Li and looked for it three times in front of the store.
Find a cool guy with a crew cut who speaks sharply.
Hu Miao's heart was cold and his hands were trembling, and he stroked the small knot on the back of his head: ... Who are you?
*
At the temporary small airport in Kermode, Hu Miao boarded the aircraft returning to China. As soon as he fastened his seat belt, a fire suddenly exploded in front of his eyes. Hu Miao gritted his teeth and greeted Zhang and Li's family, and lost consciousness in the next second.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a huge display screen in front of him. He couldn't move his whole body, and he felt as if his body had disappeared.
A man in a white coat stabbed him in the back of the head with a wire. After stabbing him, he passed by without saying a word.
Hu Miao: "Am I paralyzed?"
The black display screen lit up in response, revealing a blue-and-blue background.
Red fonts popped out one by one, and the colors were so earthy that Hu Miao's mind went numb.
* The past has been tampered with, calling you back to your roots.
* I am the Time and Space Correction Committee, branch of Guoyin University, and the No. 1 Tracer. You are now called to join the Guoyin time correction team.
* If you have any questions, we will answer them one by one after you are called.
* Do you agree?
Hu Miao: Silly, refuse.
The display is unresponsive, only the cursor breathes and breathes.
Hu Miao: Refuse.
Refuse refuse refuse!
No response.
…
Hu Miao: Agree.
*Okay~Thank you for having you, let us move forward hand in hand!
Hu Miao: ... There is nothing FXXK to say.
*
Retrospector No. 1: Please select the three most impressive events regarding your retrospective experience and describe the related feelings for psychological evaluation.
Hu Miao: O... K.
Hu Miao: Once in retrospect, I watched from a third perspective and discovered that someone had a crush on me in college.
Emm, I feel like someone has great vision!
Hu Miao: Another flashback, I watched someone's head-laying kiss.
Tsk, it feels okay.
Hu Miao: Another time, in the middle of the night one night, I actually saw... Hmm...
Hu Miao's mouth was pinched out.
Wei Moss: No nonsense!
After successfully correcting time and achieving peace, everyone returns to their roots and lives a happy life as ordinary people.
Complaining is not directed at anyone, it is just my hobby. Making chicken soup is not directed at anyone, it is just my nature. You can throw money at me, but it needs to suit my eyes. I am a genius in the cello world and do not allow any doubt. A genius at controlling the field (accepted)
x I only target you, this is my hobby·I only drink chicken soup made by you, and drink a bowl of Wumi Sandao·Whatever you say without spending money, just for Bojun's smile·I am a genius of pop music, whatever you say·Bombing site genius (attack)
Platoon:
1. If you are not a teacher or student, you will have already graduated when you become a professor.
2. Main university campus, mixed with some battlefield elements.
Intention: dream