It was getting dark and street vendors selling their goods at night began occupying the streets. In the middle of the road, there stood a young man who looked innocent and a bit foolish. The owner of a small stall selling inexpensive games enthusiastically pulled him over.

The shop owner enthusiastically promotes the gaming helmet in his hand: "Young man, the latest novel-themed game from Starry Sky Corporation. Only 998, take it home immediately. Interested?"

After some consideration, Hua Jiayu said, "Uncle, let's not make an appointment."

The stall owner, who had just turned thirty, stayed silent.

Hua Jiayu stepped forward, preparing to leave, but the stall owner grabbed him again, with a inexplicably amiable smile: "You don't have to buy it, but why not give it a try?"

Hua Jiayu, who was already wearing a gaming headset, was being held down on a chair: "..."

The stall owner started the game by turning on the machine and whistled, saying, "Game experience begins."

A small dog appeared in front, with droopy ears, a wrinkled forehead, and cute, sparkling eyes. It blinked at Huajia Yu and said, "Dear host, do you need to enter the game now?"

Hua Jiayu swallowed the mouthful of old blood that was sprouted out from his throat, and said, "Let's begin." Regardless of how many times he experienced it, he had made up his mind not to buy it anymore.

A sense of weightlessness hit, and in the next moment, Hua Jiayu and the snotty-faced paralyzed child in front of him locked eyes.

Hua Jiayu was perplexed. He wasn't taking a shower, so how did he suddenly end up here?

He was an orphan, but luck was on his side. He pooled his money with a few friends and opened a pharmacy, making enough money to buy a small one-bedroom apartment. The scene before him was unfamiliar and eerie, making Hua Jiayu unable to help but wonder, "Could it be that he has traveled through time?"

That's right, he also enjoys reading novels.

The child's runny nose was dragging a bit long. Huajiayu's mouth twitched, as he reached into his pocket and took out a small handkerchief to wipe it clean.

He found that in this moment, his hands had become smaller, and he was even dressed in ancient clothing.

He didn't shout and decided to use stillness to control movement. If it really was a time travel, shouting too much would easily make the people from ancient times think he was a lunatic and burn him at the stake.

A child sitting nearby, who was watching the scene, couldn't accept it and stood up to complain: "Hua Pangyu, didn't you say you were going to beat Dou Yang? Why are you still wiping his nose for him!"

So it turns out it was just a childish argument.

Hua Jiayu glanced at the feeble child named Dou Yang, raised his hand, gently patted his face, and said, "Alright, I've hit you. Now go home."

Dou Yang glanced at Hua Jiayu.

The child became angry and picked up a stone from the ground, throwing it towards Hua Jiayu's head. He cursed, "Useless waste, you don't even dare to retaliate against Dou Yang!"

A stone struck Flower Jiayu's forehead, causing his pupils to constrict in an instant. The pain was even worse than undergoing an appendectomy. He clutched his forehead, crying on the ground. His mouth trembled, and he began to howl.

Hua Jiayu: "......"

As an adult, he felt that crying like this was extremely embarrassing, so he covered his mouth.

Du Yang stood in front of him, expressionless, with his head lowered and his gaze fixed, motionless.

I'm not sure how long she had been crying, but Huajiayu started to feel less pain. The child who had thrown the stone was scared away by her loud wailing, but Douyang stood there without leaving.

Hua Jiayu stood up and wiped his nose, saying in a nasal voice, "You should go home now."

Dou Yang didn't leave and asked him, "Why didn't you hit me?"

Hua Jiayu said, "Why should I hit you?"

Du Yang's face was expressionless as he said, "I have killed my birth mother and my brother, as well as my grandparents. They all say that I am an ill-fated star."

Hua Jiayu had a peculiar expression and asked, "Isn't your father still alive?"

Du Yang: "......"

Dou Yang left with a very strange expression, and Hua Jiayu's expression became increasingly strange. He always felt that these scenes and people seemed familiar, and suddenly, a book came to mind.