Yuziquan has been very indifferent to everything since he was a child. His friends said that he is a piece of wood. What Yuziquan understands is that he is made of flesh and blood, but he is actually a piece of wood. So is everyone in the world a piece of wood? His friend was left speechless by his brain circuitry.
At the beginning of junior high school, Tamagoquan seemed to have the same dream, but it didn't seem to be the same one. Every day, Tamagoquan would dream about a red-haired man or a red-haired woman. Sometimes Tamagoquan would dream that he was a red-haired person, and he couldn't see anyone's face clearly in the dream, including his own. Tamagoquan sometimes thought, "The person in the dream is me." Myself?" In the third year of junior high school, Yu Ziquan frequently experienced hallucinations. For example, the person in front of him would suddenly turn red. He told his friend, but his friend laughed and said, "What red hair? Unconventional?" His parents told him, "There is a lot of pressure to study in the third year of junior high school, so don't be too tired." Yu Ziquan didn't take it to heart.
In high school, Yu Ziquan's hallucinations became more and more frequent but he didn't tell anyone. Sometimes when he was eating at home, he would see insects in the rice bowl instead of grain. Sometimes in school, he would see that the person standing on the podium was not a teacher, and the people on the seats were not students. Instead, they were wearing masks and green and red robes. Yuziquan's "person", no matter how much she disguised herself, could not escape the eyes of her parents who lived with her day and night. When her parents found out, they thought that Yuziquan was just under too much pressure from study, and began to take Yuziquan on a nationwide tour to relax. Yuziquan knew that her parents were doing it for her own good, so she could only act very relaxed on the surface, but hallucinations became more frequent.
Until one day, after Yu Ziquan fell asleep at night, the bedroom door and window were about to be closed. There was a vague figure standing by Yu Ziquan's bed and looking at him, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting." That night was dreamless, and it was the safest night Yu Ziquan had had in a long time. But when he opened his eyes, it was not a familiar bedroom, but darkness.
"Ding~ Hello host, I am 0517." Standing in front of him was a little boy about ten years old, who claimed to be a system of the Quick Travel Bureau. Yu Ziquan didn't know why, but he still signed an agreement with this system and began his journey of traveling through books.
Concept: false reality