Time of Rising Stars

Do you believe this world is real? Meng Xisheng didn't believe it. The mock exam results for senior high school students were released, and he ranked first again. His deskmate patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Are you still a fucking human?" He smiled and said, "Good luck." Everyone believed it. Only he himself knows that he has not encountered "luck" in three years Every time the ranking is released, it's always sunny He recorded these in a notebook. He wasn't sure what that meant, but he was sure of one thing: the world was more orderly than he thought. So orderly. It's so orderly that it doesn't look natural. Until he saw a line of words in an old book in the library—— "Don't believe in the stars" The handwriting is a faded light blue, and the hand of the person writing is trembling, as if he is anxious to leave these words behind. He began to observe the stars. Then he discovered that those stars were not celestial bodies, but eyes. Those lights are not burning, they are watching Someone told him that countless people had seen the truth before him. Philosopher, prophet, scientist, madman. They all disappeared. Traces, memories, existence, clean and tidy. They became lonely souls in the gap of time, waiting for the next person to wake up. This is not a heroic story. There are no superpowers here, no chosen ones, no rebellion destined to succeed. Here are nine ordinary people with their own human flaws, a group of lonely souls who are still quarreling after death, a mentor who will do anything for revenge, and an indifferent observer who treats humans as experimental subjects—— and a script that has been written long ago If your life was a reality show that has been broadcast live for hundreds of millions of years, would you continue to act?