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"Wrong, we were all wrong. Hey, it took me until now to realize this. I would have liked to meet the person behind the scenes, but unfortunately, there's no chance left," said a middle-aged Blond Man with a weary expression, sitting behind a metallic desk in a lavish room that resembled a Next-Generation Office.
The incessantly flashing red alarms and the mechanical countdown of the self-destruct sequence seemed to confirm something ominous.
In front of him stood an Asian Man with a calm demeanor. Dressed in a black special forces combat suit with several noticeable tears, he stood naturally before the desk, showing no concern for the Silver Pistol resting on it. He looked at the Blond Man with indifference and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Is this your last words?"
"We're all going to die. At this point, there's no need for me to deceive you. I know you came here with the intent of Mutual Destruction, but I did not activate this Self-Destruct System," the middle-aged White Man replied with a hint of bitterness.
After a pause, he continued with a complex expression, "I didn't order your parents' deaths either. It wouldn't benefit me at all to simply provoke you after you grew up. King of Single Combat, within ten steps, life and death are in your hands. Hah, after you reached this level, my greatest expectation was merely to collaborate with you on research. But..."
At that moment, the expressionless Asian Man's face shifted slightly. However, before he could speak again, the countdown of the Self-Destruct System reached its end. In an instant, temperatures soared into the thousands and a powerful explosion reduced everything in the underground base to dust. The personnel inside experienced no pain; they were instantly turned to ashes.
"Hah, huh!" Yang Xiaoyou suddenly sat up in bed, gasping heavily as cold sweat drenched his body. A sharp headache forced him back down again.
It felt as if he had just lived through an incredibly long dream where he relived his life from childhood onward. However, this time his experiences did not stop at high school but continued into further developments.
What left Yang Xiaoyou speechless was that due to an unexpected incident before summer vacation, he found himself on a path he had never even considered—a global undisputed King of Single Combat. A towering figure who held life and death over anyone who entered his ten-step range; this absurd scenario made him shake his head in disbelief.
He was just an introverted Nerd. If he had any specialty at all, it might be making anime-related models and figurines.
"Overthinking again... Wait? Why do I say 'again'?" Pressing on his swollen head, Yang Xiaoyou felt puzzled as if he had forgotten something strange.
Before he could ponder further, his hand brushed against his head and encountered a stiff sensation as if it were wrapped in something. Opening his eyes to see the stark white ceiling and smelling faint disinfectant in the air made him realize where he was.
"What happened to me?" Half-sitting on the bed and looking at himself wrapped entirely in bandages—with a particularly stiff feeling on his head as if encased in thick plaster—left Yang Xiaoyou bewildered about what kind of horrific events had transpired to leave him like this.
No wonder he dreamed of being blown to bits.
Other areas were cast normally, but having plaster on his head felt somewhat comically mischievous.
Looking at several connecting wires attached to medical monitoring equipment beside him, Yang Xiaoyou began to piece together where he currently was.
Yuying High School Affiliated Hospital, though not large in scale, boasted extremely advanced facilities. He still remembered that during his early days at school, the hospital had introduced a batch of new cutting-edge equipment.
With a creak, the door to the ward opened just as Yang Xiaoyou was waking up, her head still feeling heavy and slightly dazed. A figure entered—Lianli.
As she walked in, she spoke in a calm tone, "Sorry to disturb you."
Though her words carried a hint of apology and inquiry, her voice was melodious, yet there was an undeniable undertone that suggested refusal was not an option. It felt as if this was simply how things were meant to be with her.
The newcomer wore the summer uniform of Yuying Middle School. The black-and-white shirt accentuated her curvy figure perfectly, held in place by a bow tie at the collar and a belt at the waist. Her black skirt revealed long, beautiful legs that easily sparked the imagination, while the knee-high black stockings contrasted sharply with the glimpse of white skin peeking out between them.
"Uh, President?" Yang Xiaoyou stammered as she looked at the approaching figure. Due to the plaster cast on her head, her voice sounded muffled and somewhat foolish.
Although she had been fortunate enough to gain admission to this school through exceptional performance, the goddess-like figure before her seemed to belong to an entirely different realm—one where they rarely intersected in daily life.
This face-to-face encounter was Yang Xiaoyou's first of its kind; aside from her childhood friend, she seldom interacted alone with anyone of the opposite sex.
Moreover, this was the most popular girl in school, with an extraordinary status as the granddaughter of the academy's chairman.
In many students' hearts, she was the perfect goddess—someone to admire from afar but never approach.
However, thinking about how "perfect" described her made Yang Xiaoyou feel strangely uneasy, as if she had overlooked something important.
This sudden feeling brought her closer to what had once seemed like an unreachable goddess, allowing Yang Xiaoyou to relax slightly.
"Yang Xiaoyou, I’m here representing the school," Liang Wuxuan said gently, a hint of something unusual flashing in her eyes. She smiled without mocking Yang Xiaoyou for looking somewhat ridiculous with her plaster cast.
That smile seemed to brighten the entire room and caused Yang Xiaoyou to momentarily lose focus.
"The school? Oh right, why am I like this?" Yang Xiaoyou asked, trying to regain her attention but sounding puzzled.
"I’m not entirely sure about the specifics either. I heard from your doorman that you were found under the stairs. If nothing unexpected happened, it seems you might have accidentally rolled down them. Don’t you remember what happened?" Liang Wuxuan's smile grew even brighter as her tone softened further.
Yang Xiaoyou once again tried to recall the situation at that time. Due to the overwhelming impact of the 'slightly' excessive Memory Fragments from that dream, he felt an increasing pressure in his head. He had no memory of how he ended up in this state.
Seeing Yang Xiaoyou shaking his head helplessly, Liang Wuxuan's eyes flashed with a hint of concern. Casually glancing at the heart rate monitor, he interrupted Yang Xiaoyou's thoughts.
"Doctor's orders: if you can't remember, don't force it. It might lead to some negative effects. The broom you fell with was completely twisted; it must have hit your head during the fall. Just imagine how hard that impact was."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou felt a chill run down his spine. Did he really roll from the sixth floor to the first? What kind of misfortune was this? But as long as he was okay now, that was what mattered.
The thought that even the metal handle of the broom had been twisted while he remained unharmed sent another shiver through him.
However, the scene before him, the conversation, and this series of events were all overshadowed by the severe déjà vu triggered by the recent Memory Fragments.
"It must be déjà vu; my head is just muddled from the impact," Yang Xiaoyou thought with a hint of self-deprecation. Everyone experiences déjà vu to some extent. He remembered researching it after feeling it for the first time; it was merely a product of perception and memory interacting.
If there was any difference this time, it was that the sensation was particularly strong, and some subsequent memories had surfaced.
Then Yang Xiaoyou, wanting to shake off this feeling, turned to Liang Wuxuan, the student council President, and asked, "Is the school worried about me causing trouble by going out?"
"Indeed, after all, it happened at school. Although you weren't seriously injured, it's better to avoid any unnecessary trouble. The media is always quick to sensationalize things," Liang Wuxuan nodded in agreement, casually tossing her hair over her shoulder with a playful demeanor.
"Uh, cough, cough... it's normal for such outcomes," Yang Xiaoyou replied as if he had choked on something, muttering to himself.
He then looked up at Liang Wuxuan, his expression slightly tentative. "So, is the school planning to offer me some compensation? Like covering medical expenses and nutrition costs, or maybe a spot for this term's School Trip?"
"Huh? Has someone spoken to you about this before? Well, indeed, as compensation for you, they have granted you a spot for this summer's School Trip. You should know how difficult it is to obtain such spots; this is a rare opportunity for you," Liang Wuxuan said with a hint of surprise on her face.
It was normal to guess about medical and nutritional expenses being covered, but securing a spot for the School Trip was something he had requested himself so he could observe closely for a while—perhaps it was just luck.
In her contemplative state, Liang Wuxuan failed to notice Yang Xiaoyou's somewhat horrifying expression hidden beneath the plaster cast on his head.
"Can you tell me where our School Trip is headed? England? America? Or Japan?" Yang Xiaoyou asked, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.
"America, Hawaii."
"Then, will you go to Kapa City?"
"Of course, this jewel of the sea built at great expense is not to be missed. But don't just think about having fun; this is a rare opportunity for you. Alright, I won't disturb your rest any longer." With a casual wave of her hand, Liang Wuxuan took her leave, and as she walked away, she seemed to feel much lighter.
However, Yang Xiaoyou, who was still in a daze, had no time to notice the beautiful backdrop or the slight lift of her skirt as she turned, revealing a glimpse of spring.
"Hawaii, Kapa City, Sunshine Corporation, the 617 incident... hey." Supporting his head with one hand, Yang Xiaoyou's face turned completely pale.
"I'm just a nerd with decent skills; come on, don't play with me like this." After letting out a deep breath, he collapsed straight onto the bed.
Just moments ago, the 'memory fragments' from his 'dream' had completely aligned with reality, and at that moment he understood how tragic and arduous his future path would be.
"Since I've been given this memory, there are some things I must change." Lying on the bed in a daze for a while, Yang Xiaoyou's heart made a decision.
No matter how impressive his past self was in those memories or how strong he felt inside, he was still just an ordinary nerd who could make some figurines and models. If he wanted to take control of his own destiny, he knew the road ahead would be long.
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