Wen Lingxue is a very "free" person.
She hardly participated when her colleagues chatted, and everyone thought she was aloof.
In fact, in Wen Lingxue's mind:
"Oh no, how can they get away with talking about this topic after so many times... The leader's solid wood table looks good, with such thick growth rings, how many thousands of years ago did it come from? Is there a kind of tree that, like stones, has spanned the ages."
"..."
She was hilarious herself.
One weekend, she collapsed on the bed:
"I seemed to have written a lot in high school... Abstract literature and art... If my metaphors and symbols could be turned into magic weapons..."
She suddenly sat up and started going crazy, saying to herself in her head:
"Hello host, I am the materialization system of abstract literature and art. Will you accept the challenge and reshape a different world?"
"Yes."
Suddenly, the world was spinning, and when she opened her eyes, she was already sitting in a high school classroom, with magic vines wrapped around her stool and climbing up her wrists. She was pricked by the thorns and threw away her hand. The corners of her mouth twitched. She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or feel helpless.
"No, could it be that the system is myself?!!"
Later, when she understood all the truth, she looked at the halo in front of her and didn't know what to say.
Intention: growth