C1 Red Eye Disease(1)

At noon in early June, the sun is burning.

After lunch, I returned to the class from the canteen and picked up a black phone on my way. I wanted to ask who lost it, but I thought it was too troublesome, so I went to the teacher's office.

Just as I walked to the office door, the black phone received a text message.

I casually opened it to take a look. Unexpectedly, the first line of text shocked me.

"Congratulations, Mr. Ning Hai."

Ning Hai is my name.

"You have been selected to enter the list for this Squid Game. There are still 20 minutes left before the script opens. Please be prepared."

This was the end of the text message.

After reading the text, I began to think, Whose prank is this?

Yes, a prank. This is my first reaction to this matter. I picked up this black phone by chance, but I received a text message stating my name. This makes me wonder if someone intentionally placed it on the path that I have to pass.

However, although I know that there are a few students in the class who like to play pranks, I don't think they would play pranks on me.

Even after I entered high school for the second year, I still haven't been able to build a good interpersonal relationship in school. I don't even remember the faces and names of some of my classmates; on the other hand, I'm also a violent youth in the eyes of the teachers and students in the school. Because of that, I was alienated by others. Would any of my classmates dare to play tricks on me? Aren't they afraid of being beaten up by me?

Actually, even if they play pranks on me, I won't use violence.

I'm not a person with a serious violent tendency. There are two classmates in the class who have known me since junior high. They are also confused by the rumors about me after I graduated from junior high, but in the end, they are not familiar with each other. Thus, they did not refute the rumors for me.

Back to the main topic, I continued to examine this black phone.

It is a brand unknown touchscreen phone with a black moldy shell. However, there are no cameras, volume keys, and interjections. There is only a switch button on the right; there is no messy application software inside. I didn't even have the most basic dialing function. I could only find the two functions of text messages and contacts after tossing and turning.

I clicked on the contact option, and the interface changed, showing a blank space.

What a strange phone.

Could it be that I was thinking too much? Ning Hai and I, this Ning Hai, only had the same name on the text message?

Then, I started to pay attention to the content of the message.

It said that I was chosen to enter the list for this Squid Game episode, and there are still 20 minutes left before the script opens. What does that mean?

The black phone doesn't even have the function to display time, so I could only take out my own phone and look at the time.

Very good, there is still plenty of time. There are still 40 minutes left until the end of lunch break.

I want to see what tricks you can play.

Time slowly passed...

When the time for the SMS notification arrives, I lose consciousness.

...

After an unknown amount of time, I regained consciousness and opened my eyes.

The first thing I saw was a white ceiling.

I vigilantly sat up and looked around.

It was an ordinary bedroom with a bed, a computer table, a wardrobe, etc. It looked like a boy's room, but it was especially tidy. The sunlight lit up the room very brightly.

What is this place? This is not my bedroom, everything is so unfamiliar.

I don't know who changed my clothes, but I'm now wearing dark grey pajamas and pajamas, very suitable for the scenery.

Turning his head, he saw a movie poster pasted on the white wall beside the bed, and the words on it were Japanese. The strange thing is, I can actually understand the Japanese on it.

What's going on?

I got off the bed and touched the cold wooden floor with my bare feet. Then, I found a black phone that looked familiar to me on the desk.

I walked over and picked it up.

That's right, this is the black phone that I picked up at school. It's exactly the same, even the pitifully few apps inside are exactly the same.

There's an unread text message inside, I opened it to take a look.

"Head to school."

This is the content of the text message.

Is it to let me go to school?

No, before that, I would like to know, why am I in such a place?

I was in school before, but now I'm in this strange bedroom. The dividing line in the middle is the time for the last text notification. Combined with the fact that I can see this phone even in this strange bedroom, I can almost be sure. This strange incident must have something to do with this phone.

Next, I investigated the bedroom.

In a corner of the room, there was a bookshelf filled with colorful books. They were all written in Japanese. I took out a few books and flipped through them. Just like how I was able to understand the words on the posters, I can now understand the Japanese on these books.

First it was a Japanese poster, then it was a Japanese book. It seems like the owner of this place really likes R Country.

However, other than the master of the bedroom who likes R Country, another plausible reason appears in my mind.

I turned on the computer on the desk and used it to locate my current physical position on the internet.

RCountry, Beaver City!

The lower right corner of the screen showed that it was the morning of late December. When I lost consciousness, it was clearly the afternoon of late June.

The faint sound of birds chirping could be heard from outside the window.

I quickly walked to the window and opened it. The cold air rushed into the room, causing me to shiver.

When I looked back, I realized that the air conditioner in the bedroom was heating up.

...

A minute later, I calmed down.

I have to seriously consider an assumption that does not conform to common sense: There is a Supernatural Power that caused me to lose consciousness, and during this period of time, I was transported to different locations at different times. All of this must have something to do with the phone that I picked up earlier.

This hypothesis is not that hard to accept for me. I am also the best proof of the existence of the Supernatural Power.

Because I am a Superpowered.

At first, he realized that he possessed a Superpower not long after he graduated from junior high. I realized that I could use my mind to disturb a strand of hair. Three days later, I could raise a water brush in the air. Two weeks later... I could lift a pen bag filled with pens in the air; eleven weeks later, I could lift a bag filled with textbooks in the air...

Although the progress was slow, it never stopped growing stronger.

I have agreed to call this Superpower the Psychokinesis.

Up until now, although it is somewhat strenuous, I can already lift up a person.

Because I am using the Psychokinesis to fight with others, I have also become a violent maniac in other people's eyes. Actually, I had never taken the initiative to start a violent dispute. It was just that after awakening the Superpower, My style is no longer as compromising as before. It seems to be much tougher. Because of this, a series of events were brought up, so there was no need to talk about these matters anymore.

I used the internet to investigate again, but I found that I couldn't find the cities that I used to live in. Not only that, I couldn't even find the capital and important cities of my motherland. Instead, I found some cities that seemed to be different.

It seems that... the assumption that I was teleported to different places at different times was too mild. This is the Another World.

I took the black phone over and read the message once again.

"Head to school."

Although I'm still confused, I might as well do as it says. However, it says that it wants me to go to school. Which school exactly is this school? And where is it?

I fiddled with my phone again and suddenly realized that one of my contacts was no longer blank. There were two names in it: Suzukaze Aoba and Alphonse Elric.

After thinking for a short three seconds, I clicked Suzukaze Aoba's name, which was obviously a person from R Country.

The screen displayed the screen that was currently dialing.

I put my phone close to my ear and heard a monotonous beeping sound. After a while, the call connected.

"You, how are you?"

A girl's voice that was obviously hesitant and a little frightened came from the other side. The content was Japanese.

Unbelievable, I, who has never learned Japanese, can also understand this sentence. Just like how I was able to read the Japanese books I found in my bedroom; not only that, I can also understand and understand. I can even feel that I can speak and write it; this is also one of the evidence that makes me believe that I am being interfered by the Supernatural Power.

For the purpose of my experiment, I said in Japanese, "Hello."

He actually said it out loud, and his pronunciation was very standard.

The other side was silent for a moment. I could vaguely hear her breathing that was not calm.

"That..." The girl asked anxiously, "May I ask who... are you?"

Her question made me very easily think that perhaps she is the same as me, the victim of the black phone. Our situation is the same.

"My name is Ning Hai." I said, "You are Suzukaze Aoba, right?"

"... " Yes." The girl was very nervous.

"Now, I need to ask you a question. I hope you can honestly answer me." I said.

"Yes." The girl agreed.

"After you picked up a black phone, you received another text that stated your name. After that, you lost consciousness and came to an unfamiliar place... Is that so? "

"Yes, that's right!" The girl's voice was faintly excited, "Ah, but my phone isn't black, it's purple."

Purple? Color was fine no matter what.

"I understand." I said, "I'm the same as you."

I deliberately used Mandarin for the last sentence.

The girl on the other side of the phone asked doubtfully, "Excuse me... What were you saying just now?"

It seemed like she didn't understand.

I clearly learned Japanese under the interference of the Supernatural Power, but she didn't learn Mandarin? Is it because we were teleported to the R Country? If my inference of lack of clues is true, then there is indeed no need for her to learn a language.

"What I mean is, I am the same as you." I used Japanese this time. "After you came to this place, you should have received a second message, right?"

"Yes." The other side was very honest.

"I also received a second message." I said, "The content is' Head to school '. Did you receive the same message?"

" Yes, yes. "

It was as if I could imagine the girl nodding her head vigorously.

Although it was already too late to say it now, this Suzukaze Aoba seemed to be a very young girl. Her voice carries a clear sense of immaturity. Perhaps she is just a middle school girl? No, since it was in R Country, should it be said that she was a girl from the country? Such a girl was actually involved in such an incident. It was truly a disaster. Even though I'm only laughing a hundred steps at a time.

"Do you know what school this school is referring to?" I asked in anticipation.

Unexpectedly, the other party immediately gave me useful information.

"I know." The girl said, "It should be referring to Beaver High School."

"How did you know?" I was surprised.

"When I woke up, I realized that I had changed into a high school uniform..." The girl slowly replied as she recalled, "There's a student manual in the pocket of the uniform. It's the Beaver High School manual. After that, I saw a text... I think the school the text sent me to should be Beaver High School. "

" So that's how it is. Beaver City, Beaver High School... " I'll remember it.

" Also, for some reason, I have never been to this high school, but my name is written in the student handbook, and there is even a photo of me pasted on it. " The girl added.

"Is that so?"

When I answered the phone, I didn't stay idle either. I kept walking around the bedroom, multitasking.

Suddenly, I found a photo frame on top of the bookshelf.

I took it down to take a look. It was a family portrait.

In the background of a synthetic grassland, a family of three gathered together and posed in the direction of the camera. Among them, the boy who was sandwiched in the middle by his parents looked exactly like me when I was young.

My attention was immediately focused on it.

"I found a family photo." I said to the girl, "A boy who looks exactly the same as me when I was a child was caught in the middle by his parents, but I don't know his parents at all."

"Is that so..." The girl was speechless.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Er..." The girl hesitated for a while, "If this is a game, then, would it be that... your child's identity and my student's identity are just characters that we replaced in the game?"

She didn't think that she would use the game's perspective to deduce that the girls recently liked games?

This perspective is very useful to me.

"Ah, I was just saying it!" The girl seemed to be very embarrassed, "Sorry, it was clearly in this situation, but I suddenly talked about games or something..."

"It's okay." I said, "Your idea is very fresh, I should be thanking you."

"Eh..."

When I was talking to her, I had already taken off my pajamas and changed into a black R Country school uniform.

"You go to school first. I will contact you when the time comes."

"Okay." The girl paused for a moment. "Oh right, that... Ning Hai?"

Looks like she didn't forget my name.

"If you want to go to school, it's best if you do it as soon as possible." The girl advised me, "If this is a game, going to school might be a mission. Being late might cause the mission to fail"

"Okay." I said, 'I'll hang up first.'"

"Okay..." There seemed to be a bit of unfulfilled desire on the other side.

I hung up the phone.

Very quickly, I put on my clothes and took out a schoolbag filled with textbooks from my bedroom. I also found a student handbook from it.

The school's name was written on the handbook. It was indeed the Beaver High School.

Furthermore, just as Suzukaze Aoba said, my student handbook also has my name and photo on it. My name is also Ning Hai, and the photo is exactly the same as mine. I feel that my identity in this world might be that of an international student. This way, it can be explained smoothly.

After preparing, I left the bedroom and walked through a corridor to the bright living room.

In the middle of the living room stood a woman with long black hair with her back facing me.

From the occasion, this woman should be my mother in this world. Although I have no interest in calling strangers' mothers', I still intend to greet them.

However, just as I was about to greet them, I suddenly stopped.

My intuition tells me that this woman is dangerous.

Ever since I became a Superpowered, my intuition has been strengthened. In a lottery game, you can always draw good lots, and you can also choose the cards you want to play. Even if you cover your eyes and walk in the darkness, you won't bump into each other. Nearly two years have taught me the need to believe in my intuition. If I were an ordinary person, I would be more willing to believe in my own thoughts. But now, I have the Superpowered with my super intuition. I choose to believe in my intuition.

I am prepared to make my move.

The woman slowly turns around and faces me. Her eyes are strangely bright red.