With 97 days left before the college entrance examination, the blood Yang Zhi coughed up stained the derivative questions on the math paper red.
That night, what she fell into was not sleep, but the first "examination room" - a maze of endless test papers with pens as sharp as razor blades. When I woke up, the phantom pain of being cut by the paper remained in my palms, but the answer to the derivative question was clearly imprinted in my mind.
From then on, every night when I dreamed, I was in a desperate situation.
Until one night, at the end of her nightmare, she saw a twisted "report card" covered with red crosses, with her name clearly written on it. And the cold electronic sound echoed in the void:
"Yang Zhi, candidate number XXXXX... Final score: Incomplete."
"Warning: The real-life synchronization rate is 98%... Do you want to continue answering the question?"
At the same time, in the real world, on the blood-stained mathematics scroll on her desk, the ink was strangely beginning to smudge and deform, like the sea of ink surging in a dream...
How many days are left until the college entrance examination?
Is she racing towards the finish line with her life, or has she fallen into an ultimate nightmare called "senior year of high school" from which she cannot wake up?
Intention: When the night turns over, there will be a new day