Chapter 1: Enemies on a Narrow Road Four
Hemu told many interesting stories about his further studies in other places along the way, which made Xuanqing laugh all the time. I looked at Xuanqing's red face and suddenly had a strange feeling. Could it be that Xuanqing...liked Hemu? !
"Xiao Wu, what are you thinking about?" Xuan Qing noticed that I was in a daze, came over, grabbed my arm and asked.
"I... nothing, I just remembered that there are some things I haven't done, and I'm very tired today. How about we have a dinner together another day? Next time I'll treat you to a welcome party for Hemu. This time you can accompany Hemu to dinner first." I pretended to be very tired.
"Well... in that case, Xiaowu, you just take a good rest. Xuanqing and I will go eat something." Hemu always maintained a warm smile.
I pushed Xuanqing and pushed her to Hemu's side: "You guys go and have dinner, I'm going home, you must take good care of Xuanqing!" I blinked at Hemu, then turned around and took a taxi away.
Through the rearview mirror, I saw the two of them walking side by side again, the street lights stretching their shadows very long. Behind them, the long shadows gradually merged into one, and I couldn't help laughing.
When I got home, I went straight into the bedroom, took out the comic book and started to read it carefully.
"How could this happen!" I couldn't help but scream. My comics actually...actually changed!
Although it is the same painting style and the same story, the plot is no longer what I described. Moreover, many people who I have never drawn appear in it. It restores the DeLan College more realistically, and Yuan Yichen is actually in it!
"Isn't this my comic?" I stroked the comic book. The comic on it was so strange, but this was clearly my comic book, and this was clearly my painting style!
What on earth had gone wrong? Countless question marks were magnified in my mind. What on earth had happened during the time when the comics were lost?
Suddenly, I seemed to see the characters in the comics moving. Yan Yimu, it was Yan Yimu! He seemed to raise his head and look at me, his eyes full of helplessness and grievance...
"Am I dreaming? " I patted my cheeks and blinked hard, and then I saw the comic book glowing, a lavender light floating on the comic book like a puff of smoke. I couldn't help but reach out to touch it, and then I felt my sleeve being pulled by a suction force, and soon my body was pulled away involuntarily.
When I opened my eyes again, I was standing on the rooftop of DeLand College. How did I end up here? I looked up at the clear blue sky. Wasn't it night time? Could I be dreaming even when I was standing? !
"I'm a failure in life, I shouldn't be alive!" A boy cried.
I turned my head to look at the source of the voice. Oh my god, that tall boy, with delicate facial features like sculptures, but now with his hair like a chicken coop and bright red and green clothes, even the most handsome face would look terrible. He was wandering on the edge of the rooftop, as if he wanted to jump off the building.
"Yan Yimu, Yan Yimu, what are you doing!" I shouted loudly, and at the same time thought that this is not the real world, because Yan Yimu only appears in my comics, but I didn't design a plot for him to commit suicide!
Yan Yimu turned around and looked at me. His once sharp eyes were now filled with confusion and indignation. He wiped his tears vigorously and said, "I didn't expect that someone would give me a ride. Thank you, classmate."
"Bah, what do you mean by giving you a ride? Hurry up and get down here!" I saw that he was already standing on the edge of the rooftop, so I immediately ran away while shouting, "Suicide is the most cowardly act, you can't die!"
Yan Yimu lowered his head and looked at his toes, his voice low and weak: "If I don't die, what else can I do..."
"It's so good to be alive. Life is so precious, we can't throw it away. No matter how painful life is, it's still life. If someone thinks of death when encountering problems, are there any living people in the world? Besides, why do you want to live or die? You are just isolated and ridiculed, but you can change it." I don't want to kill anyone. No matter if this is a dream or a different world, I can't watch others commit suicide in front of me!
Yan Yimu seemed to be struggling as well, his face wrinkled into a ball. He stopped wandering, raised his head and looked up at the sky, a line of tears sliding down his cheeks.
I knew this was a good opportunity. I had convinced him. I quickly ran over, grabbed his arm and pulled him inside . The rooftop was really high. I felt dizzy as I pulled Yan Yimu. This was just a dream. I won't fall! I kept comforting myself.
Yan Yimu sighed heavily: "You are the first person who has been nice to me since I was a child. Don't worry, I won't commit suicide in front of you." Yan Yimu then took my hand and walked with me to the safe area in the center of the rooftop.
"Oh, don't say that. You're great because you were able to get into DeLan." I shook his hand off and stroked my chest, which was rising and falling violently, to comfort him. If this was a dream, would it be too real? My heartbeat, my fear, I pinched my thigh, "It hurts!"
My action startled Yan Yimu, and he immediately held my hand and asked worriedly, "Are you okay, classmate?"
"I'm fine..." I pulled my hand back and replied in a bad tone. How could it hurt? Was this not a dream? Did I really enter my own comic? What the hell was going on?!
"I don't think I've seen you before. Which class are you from?" Yan Yimu seemed to completely ignore my bad attitude. He wiped his face with his sleeve and continued to ask me.
"I'm Yu Ying Wu from Class 1, Grade 1. Alas, you definitely don't know me. No one here knows me..." I said with tears in my eyes. Then I ran to the edge of the rooftop and looked down at the entire Delan. I entered a comic world? A comic world that I created myself?
"Classmate Yuyingwu, don't do anything stupid. You just advised me!" Yan Yimu thought I was going to jump off the building and pulled me hard. I lost my balance and fell on him, and then fell to the ground with him.
"Only a fool would jump off a building. I just wanted to see the scenery!" I used my hands and feet to push him away and stood up. I was so unlucky. Wherever I went, there was Yan Yimu, that annoying guy!
"Classmate Yuying Wu, I think you are very beautiful and kind. You are really my goddess." Yan Yimu got up from the ground, his eyes full of star-like glimmers.
"You can also praise people." I glared at him unhappily, then lowered my head in thought, how should I leave this virtual world?
"Then classmate Yu Yingwu, are you willing to be my friend?" Yan Yimu continued to look at me and asked.
"Oh, you're annoying. I'm leaving!" I deliberately ignored his expression and turned to walk downstairs. The most urgent thing was to find a way to go back first!
"By the way, classmates, we are in the same class, we are in the same class!" Yan Yimu's voice sounded softly behind me, but I ignored it and ran away.
