Is there a god in this world?

Is there any extraordinary existence in this world?

Am I mentally ill?

These are three questions that Yan Chong often thinks about recently.

Earth, 2030, China.

It was April, the spring breeze was whispering slightly, the coldness faded a little, and two orioles sang in the green willows.

In a classroom in Class 3 (2) of Jiangdong No. 1 Middle School.

"Bang!"

A chalk head hit the head of a boy sleeping on the desk under the podium in an extremely precise manner along a graceful arc.

Yan Chong suddenly raised his head, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the podium blankly, but yawned uncontrollably.

On the podium was a middle-aged woman in casual clothes. Her figure was slightly fat, her eyes were covered with wrinkles, her temples were faintly gray, and her eyes were wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses. At this moment, her face was filled with disappointment and pain.

"Yan Chong, if you don't want to listen to my class, just stand outside! Don't stay in the classroom and get annoying!"

With a lion roar, Yan Chong immediately came to his senses, walked out of the classroom with a blank expression.

"This guy is sleeping in class openly again. Daniel Wu, my No. 1 Middle School, has a costume!"

"What happened to Yan Chong? He has been giving up since his senior year of high school."

"Did you get too busy at night? The class teacher dares to sleep in class?"

"You said, you wouldn't be studying quietly at home, sleeping during class, then pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and having someone to do during the exam?"

"It's funny, his test scores have been declining. Have you read too many novels?"

"Don't say it, I've actually seen a very good novel called "Advertising Space Rental".

There was a whisper in the classroom.

"Students," Zhang Yuqing, the head teacher who said to the student, slapped the podium with her textbook and said earnestly: "It's less than two months before the college entrance examination. After ten years of hard work, the final battle of fate is coming. Everyone must not give up on themselves. Whether you can play games in big cities with fast internet speeds in the next few years depends on this wave!"

Suddenly, there was a teasing laughter from the audience.

"I don't know what Yan Chong thought. Anyway, you didn't learn for me, nor for your parents, but for yourself. When you get to college, you should fall in love and fall in love, but in the next few dozen days, you roll up your sleeves and sprint for me!"

"I hope everyone will learn from the counterexample of Yan Chong!"

Zhang Yuqing waved her arms with the book, and she looked a little funny with her slightly fat figure. After passionately feeding the students a few bowls of chicken soup, she continued to give lectures.

She smiled bitterly in her heart. Yan Chong, a child, has always been a good student with both good character and academic performance in the first and second grades of high school. She can be said to have comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and facial expressions.

However, since her senior year, her grades suddenly dropped sharply. She often slept in class and did not hand over her homework. As the head teacher, she talked to Yan Chong many times, but unfortunately she had no effect.

What's even more helpless is that Yan Chong's parents were not at home due to work factors, and no one could take care of him, so she had to give up.

Outside the classroom, the cool wind blew across the corridor, making people's sleepiness gradually faded.

Yan Chong stood against the wall and began to think about those three questions again.

As a young man in the new era, although he often reads Qidian's online articles, the rational thinking of quality education and training for more than ten years told him that most of the stories in it were made up by the authors.

There may be some things in reality that cannot be explained by science, but it is just that science has not yet developed to that level.

For example, the dream that Yan Chong has been having repeatedly since his third year of high school, a similar strange dream.

As a senior high school dog, he has always lived a regular life, sleeps regularly, exercises at a certain level every day, and is also very healthy. He does not have the bad habits of staying up late, drinking, smoking, etc. of uncles born in the 1990s and 2000s.

He is just a child after all.

Perhaps he was enduring the handsomeness and excellence that he shouldn't have at this age, so in order to balance the resentment of those losers, God deliberately imposed some of the things on him.

It is said to be a strange dream, but it is not a nightmare. Apart from doing it repeatedly, it is no big deal.

Of course, he has recently felt blurred vision in both eyes, reduced memory, and is also very prone to sleepiness, which is probably a side effect.

He was cautious by nature, and after five strange dreams, he decisively went to the city central hospital for examination.

From head to toe, from outside to inside, various highest-tech instrument inspections, as well as a lot of professional terms, the doctor finally told him that there was no problem at all.

He also went to the psychiatric department, and after the examination, he was not mentally ill, had no personality division or anything like that.

Yan Chong concluded that, one, he had a strange disease, so far, the first case in the world, and may not be cured in his lifetime; two, he encountered extraordinary phenomena, and some extraordinary existences may have influenced him.

Yan Chong deliberately ignored the first possibility. After all, he is not a person who is used to making himself depressed.

Therefore, Yan Chong couldn't help but think about it. Is there a god in this world?

Is there any extraordinary existence in this world?

Have I read too many novels?

"Dingling~"

As the bell rang for get out of class, nearly five minutes later, Zhang Yuqing walked out quickly with the lesson plan in her arms. She looked at Yan Chong, who was standing against the wall, and after receiving no response, she shook her head and left.

Yan Chong returned to the classroom expressionlessly, returned to his seat and sat down, and opened the math textbook.

Although he fell asleep in the math class just now, he still longed to learn in his heart.

Without saying "I love studying, and learning makes me happy", I will say that the college entrance examination is coming soon. As a senior high school student, Yan Chong also hopes to get into a good university.

Although he felt that his brain was like a rusty machine recently, and it was extremely difficult for every operation, he still did not give up treatment. Maybe he couldn't help falling asleep again, so he was very rare every moment when he woke up.

The classmates were chatting and fucking in the classroom, but no one came over. Yan Chong was originally a person who didn't like to talk and had less communication with his classmates. Since his "degenerate" in his senior year of high school, his cold aura has become stronger and he has invisibly rejected many classmates.

However, strangely, Yan Chong did not fall asleep in the following course. It seemed that the burden of his whole life had left his shoulders and he felt much more relaxed.

You know, he has to fall asleep three or four times a day in class on average, and occasionally has that strange dream, but today he only fell asleep once in Zhang Yuqing's math class, but nothing happened next.

Moreover, he found that his eyesight seemed to have recovered, but it was not right, it had been greatly enhanced.

The white shirt on the physics teacher on the podium was pure cotton, and every pattern on it could be seen clearly. The gold-wire-edged glasses he was wearing were seen with a slight scratch on the border. Looking at his face, two nose hairs stretched out mischievously from the teacher's nostrils.

By the way, Yan Chong was 1.83 meters tall, and he was sitting six or seven meters away from the podium.

The whole world seemed to be much more vivid, and he could clearly hear the whispers of some classmates in front of him and behind him.

What happened? It reminded him of Spider-Man Peter Parker.

Yan Chong subconsciously looked at his hands, yes, fair, slender, powerful, not bad. However, there were no barbs on his palms.

At this moment, a few lines of text appeared in front of me.
Chapter completed!