After accidentally seeing the full story of this game on Station B two days ago, I felt as if I had been struck by something and wanted to write something. However, I am a pure science student and lacks literary literacy, so I had to resort to this trick and transfer the plot intact. The game *** has four chapters, which are the author's self-deprecation at different stages of life. They also make me feel the same when I am confused, so I use this platform to share it with you. I hope you will play this game or watch me move it here. You can gain something from the plot. I plan to publish it in four articles, I hope you all like it.

Chapter? 1:

Early in the morning, at six o'clock, the alarm clock rang, and he skillfully pressed the reminder button... Tomorrow, he was looking forward to tomorrow, but he should have given up. Tomorrow's. This kind of painful resistance is absurd. Soon after, the alarm clock rang again, and the constant was always "remind later", and the story began...

Aqiang is a college student with a dream. He sets the alarm clock for 6 o'clock every night. , he felt that he would be able to get up early the next day, run 5 kilometers on the playground, have a delicious breakfast, and then walk elegantly into the morning class. However, when he pressed "remind later" countless times as usual and tried to struggle to get up, his bed didn't think so. "You may not believe it, but my bed moved first and prevented me from getting up!" He always told others this. A quarter of an hour before the first class, he finally got up. "It's a waste of life to have to sit in the classroom and endure those old-fashioned sermons under such beautiful weather," Aqiang thought. Aqiang picked up his phone, took a photo of the beautiful scenery outside the window, and wanted to share it on Weibo out of habit. But Aqiang thought about it and felt that something was missing, so he wrote in the text column: "It is not the alarm clock that wakes me up every day, but my dream."

As usual, there was no time to waste on breakfast, so he had to rush to class with an empty stomach. Facing the bustling crowd on campus, Aqiang sometimes felt a sense of absurdity - when did the ivory tower become a factory for mass production of company employees. "You must not become one of them! If you don't have dreams, what's the difference between being a salted fish?" thought Aqiang. But Aqiang didn't seem to have the most intuitive impression of what this dream was. Fortunately, I hurriedly hurriedly and finally walked into the classroom with the bell ringing.

"A Tian", "Arrive!"; "A Long", "Arrive!"; "A Qiang", "Arrive!"; "A Wen", "Arrive!"; "A Fei... Ah Fei? Is Ah Fei coming?" "Oops," Aqiang thought to himself, "A Fei had a trade union event last night, so he's not up yet, right?" Thinking of this, Aqiang hesitated to call him out. There was no time for him to think too much. Out of good intentions, Aqiang still imitated and shouted: "We're here!" and the teacher didn't ask any more questions. After all, Aqiang is a reasonable college student. He certainly didn't come to class just for the useless roll call and attendance score, and he certainly didn't leave his warm love bed just to play on his mobile phone in class. It's just... "My phone started vibrating on its own first. It's not my fault," Aqiang thought.

I took out my phone and saw that I had received a like notification on Weibo that I had posted early in the morning. Aqiang is very happy and feels that he is not alone on the way forward. What wakes him up every day is indeed his dream. Looking up at the blackboard, I found that the teacher was still reading from the textbook written in the 1980s. Aqiang couldn't help but complain silently in his heart: "Do these self-evident theorems still need to be deduced slowly and with so much trouble?" He felt that the snail-like pace of lectures in the university was simply an insult to his IQ. When he felt bored, his phone vibrated again, and it was the notification of today's headlines - a terrorist attack in Dibilia, which has killed 32 people and injured 57 others. Aqiang habitually clicks and clicks, happily browsing these news, stories or chicken soup for the soul, and then habitually clicks likes. In the end, he chose to forward the news and pray for those who were suffering. Aqiang didn't know which country this was, but he still felt that as a sympathetic and good young man, he should forward it and light a candle to offer it.

After finishing this, Zhihu’s push also came - A-shares have been rising for five consecutive years. What is it like to trade in stocks as a college student? Aqiang scanned the article briefly and clicked on the comment area to express his dissatisfaction. "Isn't the most important thing to do when studying is to invest in yourself?" Aqiang left his comment angrily: "Huh, what college students lack most now is dreams!"

Although there is already a He didn't raise his head to listen to the lecture for a while, but Aqiang didn't seem to be in a hurry to keep up with the teacher's progress. "Those old-fashioned knowledge has been out of touch with the industry for many years," he couldn't help but think. Followed by another reminder on your mobile phone -

Notification: Research shows that the order of Chinese characters does not necessarily affect your ability to finish reading this notification;

Notification: In In Africa, every 60 seconds a human breathes, his or her life span will be reduced by 1 minute. Is this true?

Notice: There is a huge mistake in the way English is taught in China. Even primary school students in the United States can speak fluent English;

Notice: Don’t think you have Hard enough. While the Chinese are sleeping, most Americans are still working. If you don’t turn around, you are not Chinese;

Notice: Shocking fact, anyone who holds back too much urine every day has a high chance of dying within 100 years;

Notice: When you eat After eating 20 bowls of rice, it is equivalent to the caloric intake of 20 bowls of rice;

Notice: When a butterfly flaps its wings twice in the southern hemisphere, it will fly slightly higher;

Notification: This is just a notification...

Notifications like this one after another flooded Aqiang's phone. ?

"A fulfilling day has passed!" Aqiang thought: "Although the things in class today are not of much value, I have also learned a lot from Weibo and Zhihu." The time had already reached 23:56, and Aqiang skillfully set the alarm clock for 6 o'clock the next morning. Yes, Aqiang is a college student with dreams...

The screen dimmed, and someone was pushing a huge boulder up the mountain with difficulty. It was as absurd as Sisyphus in the ancient Greek mythology. When we reached the top, we fell short...End of Chapter 1.