Chapter 1660: How Many Troubles Did I Have that Year

Zhao Cheng woke up from a dream. The moment he woke up, he shook all over. He opened his eyes, but he could no longer remember what he had dreamed about.

He was not a person who liked to cling to illusions, at least not now.

If it had been two or three days earlier, he might have thought that he woke up from a nightmare because his parallel self died, so his subconscious mind happened to receive the information group that escaped from his last death moment in the parallel self because of some quantum effect, and the space-time collapsed, so he was awakened by the shock.

Of course, it is also possible that his subconscious mind communicated with the parallel world and briefly merged with his subconscious mind in the parallel world, so he would feel the same way when his parallel self died too miserably.

And from this, it can be inferred that if the other way around, when the subconscious mind merged, the parallel self lived a very beautiful life, then it was a beautiful dream...

However, these were Zhao Cheng's ideas a few days ago.

As for the origin of this idea, it can be traced back to an earlier article he read when he was eight years old, which was a conjecture without any scientific basis.

Zhao Cheng was naturally in no hurry to find out the specific content of the article, after all, he was not a genius who could remember everything he saw.

But it was probably because the things conveyed in the article were very novel to him at that time, so it affected his thoughts for a while.

Until he got older, especially now, he, Zhao Cheng, was already sixteen years old. Although he was not yet a full year old, he no longer believed in anything, immortals, Buddhas, demons, superpowers, aliens, parallel worlds...

The world is materialistic and unique. He, Zhao Cheng, a firm materialist, has not seen anyone who makes him willing to believe in the afterlife until now.

Zhao Cheng, sixteen years old, is single.

At the same time, with the disillusionment of his childhood fantasies, he also recognized his identity as a "passerby". He had no childhood sweetheart, no well-behaved and omnipotent sister, and no junior who had a crush on him, and no heroine who fell from the sky. The materialistic world is so cruel and realistic.

As for how he came to such a conclusion when he was only sixteen years old, that is another long story.

Maybe it was when he was a few years old, and he practiced iron sand palm in a rice bag for the first time, but got nothing, that the seeds were planted, or maybe it was...

In short, he recognized the reality.

As for why his thoughts changed so much in just a few days.

Zhao Cheng would like to call it the growth of a man!

Three days ago, he made up his mind to be a different person and couldn't go on, so he changed his mind and stopped thinking about it.

After all, it is easy to have wild thoughts. To put it in a good way, it is a rich imagination, and to put it in a bad way, it is half-hearted and not serious about doing things.

Now that the college entrance examination that determines his fate is approaching, as the bottom of the class, he is determined to struggle for the last time, so he made the decision three days ago.

Just as his thoughts flew away, Zhao Cheng suddenly woke up again and found that he had so many thoughts in a short time, so he hurriedly sat up.

Then he couldn't help but reflect that his practice was indeed far from enough.

At this time, birds chirped outside the window. Because of the glass, the sound was not loud, but it made Zhao Cheng more awake.

The room was brighter through the gap in the curtains.

The room was not big. Apart from a single wooden bed, there was only a set of tables and chairs, a wardrobe, and everything was a bit old, including the Gundam poster on the wall.

In the poster, a platinum-colored mecha, holding a giant sword burning with platinum flames, seemed to cut off the starry sky.

This poster was very large, and the location of the post was facing the head of the bed, which ensured that Zhao Cheng could see it the first moment he opened his eyes.

As for the origin of the poster, this was a "treasure" that Zhao Cheng's parents had been entangled with for a long time five years ago, and finally obtained in the name of a birthday gift.

This mecha belongs to the Tiandi Xingshen series, but this is not the mecha of the protagonist group, but the final boss of a certain theater version. The name of the mecha is Moyuan Tianzun, which is Zhao Cheng's favorite character.

As for the reason, it is naturally because he is handsome and strong.

In that theatrical version, the protagonists had gone through countless side quests and finally collected the key props, thinking that they could save the world. However, as soon as the villain appeared, the protagonists were killed in one encounter.

However, the tone of any story is that justice can only defeat evil, so the Last Yuan Tianzun was directly killed by the plot at the last moment.

After the protagonists were killed in seconds, the supporting cast was unwilling to give up, saying that the Last Yuan Tianzun had no heart and did not understand love. As a result, they used the power of love to open the heart of the universe and activate the power of the universe...

In short, in Zhao Cheng's opinion, it felt like a forced circle.

In the end, the protagonists resurrected with the power of love, defeated the boss, saved the world, and successfully achieved a world where only the villain boss was injured.

However, I don't know if it was because of the nightmare I just had. At this moment, Zhao Cheng looked at this familiar poster, but he felt a strange sense of disharmony, like a movie, and suddenly there was a frame that did not belong to the movie.

But Zhao Cheng couldn't tell where the disharmony was.

Then, the belated alarm finally rang, and Zhao Cheng stopped worrying and hurriedly got up to wash up.

Click!

Zhao Cheng pushed open the bedroom door and walked into the living room. Because Zhao Cheng walked very quietly, he could even hear his parents' snoring.

His parents are still alive, neither rich nor poor, and his life is calm. This is undoubtedly another strong proof that he is not the protagonist.

Zhao Cheng came to the bathroom and started to wash up. Under the bright light, the stubborn scale on the old basin was clearly visible. However, Zhao Cheng's main attention at this moment was on himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, he had fair skin, soft features, and with the broken hair on his head and the sleepy state, he was undoubtedly a bit handsome, but that was all.

In this world, everything is afraid of being in the middle, whether it is grades or appearance. For example, in terms of appearance, whether it is extremely beautiful or extremely ugly, it is called distinctive.

And being in the middle undoubtedly means that it is difficult to be remembered. His life in the past ten years has undoubtedly proved this point.

While looking at himself and brushing his teeth, the cool breeze blowing in from the window also blew away the heavy fatigue on Zhao Cheng's body. It was like opening the shackles, making his mood unconsciously jump a little.

But he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something important.

When he put down his toothbrush, Zhao Cheng unconsciously faced the mirror, clenched his right hand, and began to imagine that some non-existent power was gathering.

He began to fantasize that he was holding a sword in his hand, a sword that only he could see.

But soon, he reacted and realized that he had clearly made up his mind not to think about these unrealistic things.

It was just some subconscious instincts that were not so easy to control.

This made Zhao Cheng a little troubled.

The troubles of young people are always so strange.