This is...the exam room...

I'm taking the exam.

The topic is tan, cos and other things.

But I can't remember anything.

It's time to fill in something.

but……

But I don't have a pen.

It's finished.

I can't even do what I'm good at...

I'm finished.

Guji Guji...

A fleshy little hand reached over and left a note that was almost rubbed.

It says-

【Don’t rock-scissors】.

I don't understand.

Then, she handed over the second and third...

【Don’t rock-scissors】

【Don’t rock-scissors】

【Don’t rock-scissors】

All of them are these four words.

Until my desk was full of notes and I couldn't find my own papers, and there was no invigilator to stop me.

...This is unreasonable.

While doubt emerges.

I gradually understand everything.

Yes, there is no such examination at all.

I am Lin Dong, and I have been a college student for a long time.

This is a dream.

It is a nightmare called "Desperate Examination Room" that has been repeated many times.

After the fleeting Qingming Festival, everything blurred again.

But I know that the little girl is still handing the notes.

It says...

...

Early in the morning, dormitory.

Lin Dong and his roommate Da Zou got the first to get up and went to the sink one after another.

"I haven't had a good sleep?" Da Zou lit up his eyes and leaned over to wash his face.

"Well, I'm dreaming again." Lin Dong squeezed into toothpaste and said, "It's always this, it's true after taking the monthly exam."

Da Zou Yixiao: "What subject is this time? Black Magic Defense?"

"I can't remember it." Lin Dong closed his eyes and brushed his teeth, muttering, "It seems... there is a little girl who passed me a lot of notes, and the content is... well... I can't remember it."

Dazou just asked casually. At this moment, he had already taken out his cell phone with his toothbrush in his mouth and clicked on "Sitong News".

As soon as he saw the headlines, he said "Yo!" and became excited.

"Zhao Wei! Zhao Wei is crazy too!"

While shouting, he had already clicked on the video and placed his phone on the pool table.

Lin Dong's memories were interrupted, but there was nothing to worry about, and Zhao Wei's affairs were more interesting.

Zhao Wei, a well-known Internet giant, the founder and chairman of Shitong Group.

Like all Internet giants, he was an entrepreneur, an engineer, and a life mentor many years ago.

Now he is more like a capitalist and a monopoly, and is a decoration that should be hung on street lights.

But just three days ago, something strange happened.

Zhao Wei roughly cashed out all his assets and donated them to 10 charitable organizations.

This is by no means tax avoidance, but a real sword and a real shot, and all the money is put into the accounts of those organizations.

However, no one thinks that he has achieved great enlightenment and has become a Buddha immediately.

Everyone is more willing to believe that in secret, there is a force that controls all this.

After all, two wealthy people had done the same thing before him.

One of them was incognito and no longer appeared in any form.

The other was expelled from the board of directors the day after losing his equity and was then forced to a mental hospital by his family.

Now.

It's Zhao Wei's turn.

The video scene in front of you is a press conference.

Zhao Wei sat at the table in a suit and tie, swept across the audience with a smile, and delivered a speech as slowly as before.

"Recently, there have been many malicious rumors about me and about Shitong."

"I personally clarify this."

“All these charitable acts.”

"It's all my personal...my personal..."

Speaking of this, his face suddenly became tense.

Then there is the twitch.

He seemed to want to continue talking, but something was pinching his vocal cords.

For several seconds, he was fighting against that power.

It was not until the veins swelled that he finally squeezed out a dull voice.

"It's all my...personal...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it's my...it'

“I… decided to give back to society…”

"I don't need money...I don't need..."

At this time, the two staff members hurriedly took the stage.

Zhao Wei raised his hand.

"Wait..." He took a deep breath and looked ahead and said, "Give me some more time."

In the next ten seconds, Zhao Wei's expression went through seven or eight cycles again, sometimes like a scorched evil spirit, sometimes like a death row prisoner in prison.

Finally, he stopped at "fear".

He trembledly grabbed the microphone, looked at no one, and just lowered his head and murmured.

"The money was indeed donated by myself, and it was my personal will."

"But I can't understand... why I'm doing this."

"For these 48 hours, my subconscious mind has been weaving reasons, convinced myself and convince you."

"But my reason and experience are always questioning all this."

"Maybe, I don't know when, schizophrenia was split."

“This is the only seemingly reasonable explanation.”

"But this...this..."

Suddenly, he stared at the camera with a strange look and stared at the people in front of the screen.

“This is not reasonable at all.”

"There must be something...that is not something that can be understood for the time being."

"Be careful."

"Everyone must be careful..."
To be continued...