The overwhelming amount of time travel literature has ruined me.
I am a nerd who, in today’s fashionable terms, is a homebody. I can’t go out the front door or the back door. I sit in front of the computer with unkempt hair all day long. Washing my face and teeth? That’s so personalityless. Being a homebody has to be done to the best of my ability.
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Reading novels has become my biggest pastime, and I am very immersed in it. A while ago, palace novels were popular, which made me fantasize about returning to Princess Princess all day long. Now I have been poisoned by time-travel novels, and I travel in a lewd way.
Either go back to ancient times and be a strong man in the harem, or you are a business elite, with a basket of handsome men around you, and you can pick them up at will. Although sometimes I doubt that men in ancient times are so short-sighted, why do they surround themselves with one woman. But there is still a feeling.
Find a sense of organization.
So, I decided that I wanted to travel through time.
I remember once reading the law of time travel written by a certain netizen, which I still regard as a golden rule to this day:
If you time travel well, you will be able to see a handsome man, and you will have gold and silver in your hands; if you time travel well, you will leave the Tianshan Mountains and enter the Dragon Palace, with peerless martial arts wrapped around you; if you time travel well, you will travel around the rivers and lakes and deep palaces, and listen to me talk about Chinese and foreign history; if you time travel well, the protagonist will have a good life,
Even though he has no skills, he can still be Wei Xiaobao! He travels well, has good supporting roles, is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and is blind and always leans towards the protagonist~
Ya's writing is so captivating. I wouldn't be sorry for myself if I didn't travel through time.
In the days that followed, I did enough homework before traveling through time. I studied poetry, songs, ancient history, and encyclopedia knowledge. I was like an obsession, thinking about traveling through time when I was eating, and thinking about traveling through time when sleeping.
Even when I was peeing, I was desperately trying to travel through time. No, I had to study how the heroines in the novel wore them. When I saw this, I was dumbfounded. They either wore them at the critical moment of life or death, or they wore them after death.
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OK, I will risk my life for my great ideal.
So, I hit a wall...
After that, I came to the conclusion that suicide should never be used. If you accidentally pass through the King of Hell, you won't be able to come back.
Then I imitated "The Butterfly Effect" and stared at the time-travel story on the computer screen with all my concentration. I didn't believe that I couldn't go there... Until my eyes were straight and I fell dizzy and fell under the chair, I still didn't believe it.
Wear it.
After learning from the experience, I understand a truth. If I continue like this, I will be disabled before I can achieve my goals.
With the last hope, I believed in Buddhism.
In front of the statue of Guanyin, I knelt down on the futon devoutly and recited the "Time Travel Sutra" that I wrote myself. It had been three days without eating or drinking. Even though I was so hungry that I was so weak that my legs cramped from kneeling.
Numb, I didn’t give up. Time travel is an incredible thing. If it weren’t for the help of some god, who would be able to wear it as long as he wanted?
This time I tried my best to bet on it. Either go through the ancient times, or go through the King of Hell. If it works, I will naturally go back to the ancient times happily. If it doesn’t work, I will set a bad example for otakus like me.
Textbooks can be regarded as a blessing to us.
"I want to travel through time, I want to be young, I want to be beautiful, I want to be handsome, I want to have wealth, I want to travel through time, I want to be young, I want to be beautiful, I want to be my senior brother, I want to have wealth..."
I don’t know if I have recited it tens of thousands of times, or even millions of times. I am like a machine that is fully loaded with strings, and I keep reciting it. This is my last hope, and I can’t give up. I will cross over even if I die!
On the fifth day, before I had any water or rice, I collapsed under the statue of the compassionate Guanyin...