White Camellia and Sputnik

Chapter 1

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"White Camellia and Sputnik" Author: Jun Liuge

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A dream, a man in the mud, a knight and a clichéd story.This world has already been distorted, distorted, so what is the world?

Content tags: fantasy space, special liking, fate encounter, suspenseful reasoning

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Chapter 1 episode 1 first encounter

The world has been twisted.

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2014年4月7日7:00:00，星期一。

The third time the alarm clock rang, the woman woke up, lifted the quilt and got up in bed.Put on your slippers and step on the floor to make a "tap" sound.

The house is a standard one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The entrance is on the left. After entering the door, on the right is a small living room with a sofa, coffee table and TV. On the left is the kitchen. It is not big, but it is fully equipped.The compartment to the left of the kitchen is the bathroom, and opposite the bathroom is the bedroom.

In the morning, she always prepared breakfast by herself. The woman walked to the living room, picked up the kettle to boil water, and put the sliced ​​bread next to her into the toaster.

After getting everything ready, the woman went to the toilet, brushed her teeth and washed her face.

"Woo woo woo..." The sound of boiling water came, she wrung out the towel, hung it up again, and returned to the living room.

Turn off the fire, open the closet, take out the cup and milk powder, scoop two spoons into the quilt, pour water into the cup, and stir.

The iron spoon collided with the cup from time to time, making a sound, and a sound of "ding" was mixed in it, which was not loud but still caught by her, the bread was ready.

The woman took out the tray and cutlery, ready to eat in the living room.When she put the glass on the tray, it caused a little problem.

There was too much boiling water, and when she was holding the cup, some of it accidentally poured on her right hand and also spilled on the cutting board.Some of those that fell on the cutting board immediately evaporated and turned into mist. The milk was white, and some foam was created due to stirring, so it gave people the illusion that what fell was milk instead of milk.

Ah, it's hot.

But it's only to this extent. A woman knows the fact that she has been burned, but she doesn't have this kind of self-awareness.

No low mood, no ups and downs.

...

The world is broken.

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After mechanically eating the bread, mechanically drinking the milk, mechanically cleaning the tableware, the woman picked up the key and went out.

The place where she lives is not far from the school, and it takes about 10 minutes to walk. The weather is a bit cold these days, so she put on a coat and went out.

There were not many people on the street, and after a short walk, the woman met another woman who was cleaning the fallen leaves in front of her door with a broom.She's supposed to be a housewife, somehow, that's what women think.

"Good morning." The woman greeted the woman.

A woman can't see her face clearly, and she doesn't even need to look at her to know that she is smiling at her.

She walked straight ahead, without saying a word, without looking up, and skipped her side.

No matter which way she walked from where she lived to school, she would definitely meet this woman.Although she couldn't see that woman's appearance, and she couldn't remember what she wore every day, she just knew that it must be her.

Feeling suddenly inexplicably irritable.

"That" is coming soon.

...

The woman came to the intersection, and after a few consecutive honkings, a car passed in front of her, and it was this car again.

She waited for the car to pass by, counting down while walking on the zebra crossing.

five four three two one......

The bell rang, indicating that it was eight o'clock.

Her footsteps didn't stop, and she had reached the school gate before she knew it, and the voices gradually became noisy.

The class bell rang, an ordinary high school bell.

Yes, high school.

At this age, you should actually call her a girl, not a woman.

……

In a flash, it was evening.

The girl returned home with her bag on her back. High school studies are always not easy. When she got home, it was already close to 10:30 in the evening. After washing up, it was almost twelve o'clock.

The girl was wearing slippers and went back to the room. The slippers hit the board and kicked and kicked.

After turning off the light, she lay flat on the bed, stretched out her hand to pull the quilt, covered herself, and closed her eyes.

The man's snoring came from next door again, the man's bed creaked a few times, and the girl heard the sound of the man's mouth smacking while he was asleep.

The man seemed to be scratching his stomach with his hands, and after murmuring a few words, he continued to snore.

Ah, snoring again, the girl thought.

……

"again?"

"Yes, every day."

"Is the snoring so loud that you can't sleep?"

"Won't."

"Do you think he snores loudly?"

"Can't you hear?"

"What do you think?"

"My bed is on the left side of my room, and this man's is on the right side of his house. There is a wall between the two. You can hear it so clearly, don't you think it's big?"

"A man? How do you know it's a man?"

"The snoring is so loud, and he still makes a little sound occasionally, could it be a woman?"

"Oh, so, how do you know he sleeps on the right side of the room?"

"because..."

The girl suddenly realized that she seemed to be talking to someone subconsciously, and it was actually a man with a magnetic voice.

"Wait, who are you?"

"That's not important, you answer my question first."

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why doesn't it matter, why should I answer your question first."

"You'll find out in a moment."

"I need to know now." The girl thought it was important.

The man sighed and asked, "(Sigh) Have you had dinner yet?"

"What... what?" The girl froze for a moment.The girl felt very strange why she asked this suddenly, she couldn't figure out what the man wanted to do.

"Have you had dinner tonight?"

"No." Is this a joke? The girl thought.

"why do not you eat?"

"no appetite."

"Is it because I don't have an appetite, or because I'm hungry so I can't eat?"

!!!How would he know???

"Who are you?" The girl suddenly became very vigilant.

"I am you."

??? Is this a joke? Or has she been alone for too long, and she began to fantasize about other personalities, or started talking to herself? But even so, she would not fantasize about an uncle talk to yourself...

"impossible."

"Why is it impossible?"

"Incorrect gender."

"The gender is different from yours, so can't it be you?"

"It doesn't feel right."

As if hearing something funny, the man sneered, "If you really believe your feelings, why are you still lying here?"

"What do you mean?" What exactly was he trying to say?

"You're not stupid, you know what I mean."

The girl started to get a little flustered.But at this moment the living room clock rang, twelve o'clock sharp.

"Clang, clang, clang..." It was long but distant, as if like her savior, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't want to tell you anything, I'm going to sleep." The girl's eyelids gradually lowered, she was sleepy.