Buzz!
On a path through the fields, a boy walked with his head down.
Just then, a boy his age suddenly ran out, patted his shoulder, "Hey, school's out today, still coming to your place to watch ani?"
When the boy heard about watching ani, a brilliant smile imdiately blood on his face, "Sure, when my dad goes to work, the computer is all mine."
The other boy hugged him tightly, "You're the best, when school's out, I'll buy two bags of shrimp crackers."
Ti flew by.
In a middle school classroom, a young boy sat in the last row, sleeping soundly, shielded by a wall of books stacked on a shelf, his own little world.
The young boy suddenly shouted, "I choose you, Dragonite!"
The sudden outburst startled the teacher who was lecturing, leaving him bewildered.
"Hey, you, sleeping in class and talking in your Sleep! Get out and stand there, clear your head!"
"Hahahaha." The other students in the classroom burst into laughter.
The young boy walked out, his face flushed, and stood silently outside.
The teacher's words from inside just reached his ears, "Everyone, don't be like so classmates. Don't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch."
The scene shifted again, to a university campus.
A young man, hugging his laptop, watched an ani where a certain ageless boy and a yellow-skinned rodent finally beca the World Champion, cheering excitedly.
"Hey, everyone's sleeping, can you be a bit quieter!"
The young man quickly apologized and turned down the volu.
However, a few people in his dorm room spoke with so confusion:
"Who's that 'certain soone'? Why can't I say his na when it's on the tip of my tongue?"
"Yeah, what was 'that certain soone's' na again?"
In the grueling 9-to-5 life, often with overti, a man, worn out by life and reeking of office, was dominated by the empty promises of his boss.
He couldn't rest even after returning ho, instead constantly typing on his computer keyboard, completing the extra work for the next few days.
In the WeChat group, one ssage notification after another rang out. When the man opened them, what ca through were still words from his leader urging diligence.
"That certain soone in our departnt has been positive and proactive recently, not only completing today's work but also taking on the work for the next few days. Everyone should learn from him; a promotion and raise will be no problem in the future."
Upon hearing this, the man's face showed no smile, but his humility compelled him to press the voice key and say:
"Okay, boss, I will work hard!"
Whoosh.
The voice ssage was sent, the phone screen went dark, and a tired face was reflected on the black screen.
The man looked at his reflection in the screen, and sowhat confused, touched his face, "? Who am I?"
Ding!
A pop-up suddenly appeared on his computer, filled with work docunts, playing an episode of Pokémon.
"Prepare for trouble! And make it double! To protect the world from devastation! To unite all peoples within our nation! To denounce the evils of truth and love! To extend our reach to the stars above! Jessie! Jas! Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light! Surrender now, or prepare to fight! owth! That's right!..."
The scene fast-forwarded, a figure sitting on a sofa, deep in darkness, slowly appeared. At his feet was a lazy Persian, yawning and looking out at the screen.
The shadowy figure's face slowly erged, and then he spoke to the man:
"What are you still doing here? Have you forgotten who you are? Have you forgotten your waiting companions? Giovanni!!"
The man's eyes suddenly widened, "Yes, I am Giovanni!"
The man's heart beat like a drum, pounding against his chest repeatedly. He was certain—he was Giovanni, and everything before him was rely layers of illusion.
The surrounding scenery began to fluctuate violently. mories of overti and of "that certain soone" peeled away like weathered statues, revealing the hidden truth beneath.
"I am Giovanni, this is not my life," he growled.
As he declared, the space around him seed torn by an invisible force. Ti began to flow backward, and scene after scene of illusion, like a fast-rewinding movie, shattered one by one.
He closed his eyes, letting himself be imrsed in this strange sensation.
Ti seed to flow backward, and scene after scene of illusion shattered like bubbles: the laughter in the university dorm, the awkwardness in the middle school classroom, the carefree days on the childhood path... Every scene left a mark in his heart, then vanished without a trace.
Each ti an illusion shattered, he felt a power surge from within him. It was his own power, a steadfast adherence to his true self.
It was Power of Viridian, a strong physique forged through arduous training, and experience honed between life and death!
Finally, when the last illusion—that of himself suffocating under the weight of work—collapsed with a crash, he opened his eyes.
Before him was no longer the cold study, but an infinitely dark and silent void.
Above, the illusory middle-aged Giovanni still looked down at him, and the Haunter behind him was still laughing maniacally.
It wasn't until they saw Giovanni's suddenly opened eyes that they felt a hint of panic.
The middle-aged illusory Giovanni roared loudly, "This is impossible! You fake should have remained in eternal despair!"
Although Giovanni was silent below, when he opened his mouth, his voice resonated throughout the entire space.
"Fake? The real fake is you! If the true Giovanni were really like you, then I would still replace him either way! I will live and no one will stop !"
The illusory middle-aged Giovanni growled venomously, "You're dreaming! You should sleep forever, never waking up from the nightmare again!"
A giant Haunter's massive claw reached down, striking fiercely at Giovanni.
Giovanni's eyes were utterly calm. He simply raised a hand and pointed lightly, "In my world, it's not up to you to decide!"
As Giovanni's words fell, his fingertip blood with dazzling light. It was a power from the depths of his soul, an ultimate eruption of self-awareness.
The light instantly enveloped the giant Haunter's claw, freezing it in mid-air, then slowly dissipated, as if it had never existed.
The illusory middle-aged Giovanni's face turned to utter horror. He couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.
anwhile, Giovanni slowly stood up, his gaze like a torch, looking directly at the illusory middle-aged Giovanni above him, his voice deep and powerful: "I am Giovanni, the one and only Giovanni. Whether it's an illusion or reality, no power can make lose myself."
As Giovanni spoke, the surrounding space began to vibrate violently, as if the entire illusory world was rejecting this existence that did not belong to it.
Giovanni waved his hand, and the figures of the illusory middle-aged Giovanni and Haunter began to blur. Their voices beca ethereal, finally turning into specks of starlight and dissipating into the darkness.
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