"Heraclitus said that people can't step into the same river twice. Time is flowing water, and people can't go back to the past. Even if you look in the mirror, you are not the last second of you. Lost things can't come back, right, Ann?"
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In 2019, it was a dark and windy night.
Magic City, a city like a shining pearl, is sleepless. In the depths of the city, in a room shrouded in the light of a light eye protection lamp, the keyboard crackled.
A man wearing a cotton vest and yellow pajamas decorated with duck patterns is working in a daze. The computer screen is full of unfinished PPT. One cup of coffee that can't be strong enough is thrown into another, and only the shallow ones are left to drink.
The man scratched his head, sighed and shook his legs habitually.
The mobile phone lying beside the table is noisily playing the long dead animation theme song, barely dispelling the drowsiness.
The man's name is An Xiaoxian. If you really want to introduce him well, there are really no words to say. His appearance is ordinary. He wears a pair of eyes that are said to be made of memory materials. Apart from being tall and thin, his appearance is rarely attractive.
Oh, I forgot to say it. His career is expected to shock some young people who are just beginning to learn. An Xiaoxian, a history teacher in an ordinary high school in Mordor, is also one who eats half of the imperial food. But as for his income and life, he knew it by himself.
"What time is it?......" An Xiaoxian grabbed the phone and lit the screen sleepily. He has been preparing for tomorrow's open class very late, and the mysterious biological clock of the human body has been impatiently and violently tapping his fragile brain - it's time to sleep! If you don't sleep, your brain will be down!
"It's only three o'clock... Let's make a fool of it. We can sleep at four o'clock, and we can still sleep for two hours..." The owner of the brain seems to be still stiff. He rubbed his swollen eyes and continued to look at the rough courseware he had worked hard to make. The leaders of the District Education Bureau will come tomorrow. We can't lose our chains at the critical moment to discredit the school. At least we should keep our face.
Sting~
A message flashes on your phone.
It's a strange number.
[Are you free?]
The preview content on the phone screen shows the conversation message, which is very short, and the text is completely exposed in the preview message.
Who sends me messages in the middle of the night?
Ann is thinking about it. Although he did not believe in the strange opportunities depicted in the rampant network works, at this time, his heart was palpitating inexplicably.
I have a hunch that this strange number will bring something disturbing.
After all, who sends messages to himself at three o'clock in the middle of the night? The words of colleagues and friends are marked, which can't be a strange phone number... Could it be that a junior high school girl who once sat together in a sunny classroom came to find herself shyly years later?
No
An Xiaoxian hurriedly put down the work at hand and typed two words skillfully:
[Who are you?]
More than ten seconds of silence.
"Trick me..." An Xiaoxian just wanted to put his mobile back, and suddenly that strange number called directly!
"Hello! Who are you?" An Xiaoxian answered the phone and asked tentatively.
An eager, rough man's voice came out coldly: "Hey! Is it An Xiaoxian?"
"How did you know my name? Who the hell are you?"
"I'm going, brother, I'm Wanchai!"
Wanchai? oh I remind of it! An Xiaoxian searched mechanically in his mind, which was almost too tired to move, and finally locked a person.
Wanchai is his deskmate in high school. His name is Huang Dujian. His English is very good. It's up to him to cheat in dictation every day. He can't do other subjects. Wanchai is basically on his own.
As for why he had such a nickname, it was just that the popular music of Baodao was more popular in Mordor at that time, and Huang Dujian was deeply obsessed with a Baodao band called Five Hundred Days. Later, even his voice sounded like a mixture of Baodao people and Mordor people.
However, since the departure from high school, the two people have not contacted each other. Because An Xiaoxian is not a social talent and has no mobile phone, he has not left a phone number. No wonder the number he called is a strange number.
"Wanchai?" An Xiaoxian was surprised, but he was almost sleepy in front of his boring desk. He just instinctively glanced at the corner of the calendar and confirmed today's date
"Er... I'll talk about it later..." Huang Dujian asked excitedly on the other end of the phone, "Xiao Xian, do you want to play games?"
"Wait... I have to go to work tomorrow. My eyes are so tired that they are about to fall out... How about playing the game on the weekend? Tomorrow is very deadly. I am now a high school teacher. Tomorrow, I will have to listen to my classes for research in the district. It's exhausting. Can we call again tomorrow?" An Xiaoxian complained and politely refused.
"Oh, no, no, no!" The words on the other end of the phone suddenly burst into a rush, like eager to run down the phone line and grab An Xiaoxian's neck. Huang Dujian said quickly: "I didn't mean to play games now! I asked you to play video games?"
"Game? Who is playing with whom?" An Xiaoxian asked.
"You and me! Invincible! I want to set up an e-sports department, and I want to draw you into the group first."
"Oh, you're kidding! I can't fight now. I've been doing this kind of thing since I was young, and I've already been 27! I can't keep up with my reaction speed, and I can't do life in time. I'm dying with too much work. It's like a drizzle. I'm not free!" An Xiaoxian shook his head repeatedly, waving his hands in the air, with a face of rejection.
"Shit, Ann Xiaoxian, you must be able to do it!" The other end of the phone seemed to be determined. "You were the seventh brother in ZB District who was easy to fight? You were super brave! Now the young and young people are pretty stupid. You don't respond well. You are good at technology, technology and experience. You can still handle them."
"Oh, I'm inexperienced..."
"Don't say that - I heard that you have participated in the fight against the E-sports Club before? It's the club of Mordor Normal University. What... what bloodletting club?" Huang Dujian hesitated when he said the last few words. It seems that the lobbyist has done some homework, but not very well.
"I have nothing to do with the E-sports club after school," An Xiaoxian revised.
"Ah! That's right! That's it! I used to be the MVP output of the Grand Guild of Devil World National Service. The level is OK, and we can work together."
"Wanchai, I play shooting games, and you play action games and strategy games. What's the matter? What's the matter with that club that has nothing to do after school? We don't have anything to do, and we haven't participated in official competitions..."
"An Xiaoxian!" The words on the phone became serious. "Don't you want to be a good baby all your life? The teachers used to say that you studied hard and didn't stray, but I know you! At that time, you played truant with me once, just to participate in the FTF trials! Didn't you really want to play e-sports before?"
Yes
All of a sudden, the past events of many years ago came to An Xiaoxian's eyes like riding a horse lantern: young people, carrying their schoolbags and wearing large and ugly school uniforms and sportswear like parachutes, crowded into the audition venue, and dared to raise their hands for the first time in full view of the public, "I'm going to the audition!" the young people shouted.
Now An Xiaoxian admires himself at that time. If this scene reappears, I dare not do it again. This is the so-called juvenile frivolity!
"An Xiaoxian, do you want to fight?" Huang Dujian asked again.
Do you want to fight? If some hot blooded heroes choose, isn't it difficult? It would not be difficult to choose the protagonists in some online articles that can be read without using their heads, would it?
But Ann Xiaoxian is not a leading role.
Ann looked at her messy desk and PPT with some strange and untimely pictures. November 8, Open Class - A disturbing note is posted on the edge of the screen, which is under heavy pressure. Four thousand six hundred and fifty-six yuan - the salary list of last month was put in the drawer, so that a single man who has no desire and no desire can live in this materialistic city... Oh, wait, there is a red circle on the 16th of the calendar - a blind date arranged by the elders will still go
As soon as you get old, you will lose momentum and want to be stable.
Be safe!
Under the heavy pressure of life, a small flame jumped up. Even if you are not the protagonist of the hot blooded animation, you also want to try it. It is better to install a hero instead of being the background wall for a lifetime!
"It's a fight!" An Xiaoxian rushed up with a stream of blood inexplicably.
"OK, Ann Xiaoxian! I will book a private room for you to have dinner tomorrow afternoon!" The phone was full of joyful shouts.
……
An Xiaoxian, you can't step into the same river twice, can you? Hum (laugh).
