The author and protagonist HE [Transmigration Book]

In the following year, Wen Ruoyu and Xiao Muyu regained contact, and began to visit her school frequently.

I don't know how she finds time when she is usually so busy.

Xiao Muyu once asked this question, Wen Ruoyu smiled and said it was to relax.

This is true.

When we first met, Wen Ruoyu was exhausted, as if overwhelmed, always smiling, but also seemed stiff.

After walking around with Xiao Muyu a lot, the smile on his face became more real.

After the atrium gradually let go, Wen Ruoyu also began to talk about her bad experience from the good side.

The life of a genius is not as glamorous as outsiders imagined—the beauty is only on the surface, and the pain in the heart is only known to him, and he can only swallow it behind his back.

Wen Ruoyu's parents both had decent jobs before they moved to the provincial capital. Although they were not accidental rich, they were already considered wealthy in the small city where they lived.

I am usually busy, but I am very respected, and I have time to be alone with my family in private. The occasional quarrel among the family of three does not affect the relationship.

But since I resigned and went to a big city, the things that I have accumulated in a small city are not enough.

It is enough to live comfortably and still have a lot of surplus, but considering the future cost of living, they also have to work harder.

The pace of life in big cities is faster, surrounded by strangers, relatively speaking, there is a little less human touch, and it is not uncommon for people to work overtime.

A lot of pressure piled up together, resulting in less and less time for them to meet each other, more and more tired, and their tempers became worse and worse.

On the surface, it is a model family of loving couples, but in private, with the door closed, no one can remember how many times they quarreled and how many times they moved hands.

It's not that they didn't think about going back to the small city and continuing to live a comfortable and happy life before, but when they thought about their daughter's future, they gritted their teeth and endured it.

The pressure was also transferred to Wen Ruoyu.

As a "genius", whether in school or in the community, teachers, classmates and neighbors look at her differently and pay special attention to her.

There are those who admire her, and naturally there are those who hate her. There are countless malicious speculations behind her, but there are few friends.

Don't mention those who hate her, even those who admire her always keep a distance from her, for fear of disturbing her study, or fear of being looked down upon by her.

Loneliness is only a small part of those stresses.

There are some things that only Wen Ruoyu knows. She is smart, a little smarter than her peers, but it is far from being outrageous.

Compared with a real genius, her "genius" who was pushed and created by the people around her has an upper limit.

Ordinary people can also catch up with her through hard work, she is just more diligent and hardworking than ordinary people.

She will always remember that when she first entered college, she was recommended to a very powerful professor in the school, and the other party also heard of her genius name, so she made an exception to meet her.

The old professor is a very gentle and kind person. After a simple interview, he understood Wen Ruoyu's true potential. He praised Wen Ruoyu's advantages, but before leaving, he unconsciously showed a bit of regret.

It was the genuine disappointment that deeply hurt Wen Ruoyu's heart.

But whenever she saw her parents' aging faces, the white hair growing on her temples, the expressions of admiration from her classmates and neighbors, and recalled her childhood that ended early and the countless late nights when the lights were turned on, she could no longer admit it frankly. own mediocrity.

She finally gritted her teeth and persisted on this road.

But the further she walked, the more tired and bewildered she felt.

Then she thought of Xiao Muyu.

In fact, Wen Ruoyu has always known that Xiao Muyu is very smart, even smarter than herself.

When I was a child, no one knew how to hide it. Xiao Muyu could easily solve the questions that Wen Ruoyu didn't know, and could recite the text word for word after reading the text once.

But no one has called Xiao Muyu a "genius", and few people praise her for being smart.

Due to the inferior nature of human beings, Wen Ruoyu was also secretly happy about this, thinking that he had defeated Xiao Muyu in this aspect.

After many years, Xiao Muyu has grown into the most mediocre and ordinary appearance.

Except for a face that is too outstanding, all other aspects can be easily buried in the crowd.

Wen Ruoyu's mentality also gradually changed, from bewilderment and contempt to envy.

The Xiao family still lives in that small town. Xiao Muyu's school is just like her elementary school to high school.

After Wen Ruoyu regained contact with Xiao Muyu, he followed her back to have a meal.

Xiao's parents received her warmly, just like when Wen's family lived next door ten years ago, they even remembered her preferences, and laughed and talked about the two children's childhood fun at the table.

Of course there are also concerns.

Looking at Xiao's father and Xiao's mother's still young face, the stretch and softness of the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, Wen Ruoyu was heartwarming and happy, but also a little sour and bitter.

After dinner, on the way Xiao Muyu went out to send her to the station, she hugged the big and small bags of local specialties that Xiao's family had stuffed, and finally couldn't control herself, and squatted down on the side of the road, covering her face, and burst into tears.

She cried miserably, was out of breath, and completely forgot about her image, so that passers-by looked at Xiao Muyu from time to time, thinking she was bullying others.

Xiao Muyu didn't know how to comfort her, after all, they were people from two worlds at that time.

Finally, she scratched her hair and simply dropped a sentence.

"You can come and play with me anytime in the future."

Wen Ruoyu came to her often as promised.

After that they became friends again.

Most of the time, Wen Ruoyu took the initiative to find Xiao Muyu, and occasionally Xiao Muyu would go to her city to condolences to her in his spare time.

Xiao Muyu has a lot of time, but Wen Ruoyu has a lot of things to do, so he always has to make an appointment in advance. Even so, there will be occasional missed appointments, such as a game that is suddenly advanced or a lecture that is held temporarily.

Wen Ruoyu often feels guilty about this, but he always tries to meet Xiao Muyu in his spare time as much as possible.

Fortunately, Xiao Muyu doesn't mind these things very much, she treats Wen Ruoyu as well as other people, and never gets angry because of it.

They mentioned Xiao Muyu's novel very rarely.

Xiao Muyu doesn't mind sharing the stories she created with others, but Wen Ruoyu doesn't like her being distracted when she gets along with her.

"Are you too fascinated by your novels?" Wen Ruoyu once asked her.

"Is there?" Xiao Muyu didn't know it, "Maybe it's because there is nothing else to do."

They talked about the future.

Wen Ruoyu needless to say, although there is a lot of pressure, there is bound to be a bright future, but Xiao Muyu still doesn't know what to do in the future.

"After all, I still have two years to graduate, so I don't need to think about this issue in a short time." Xiao Muyu is quite open-minded, "But it's too free and boring, I always have to find something to do."

Wen Ruoyu agrees with her opinion, but also suggests that she can change to a more active way of entertainment.

"But always indulging in the same virtual fantasy to pass the time, it will feel boring and empty after a long time."

"This is not 'passing the time'." Xiao Muyu corrected her, speaking seriously, "I am creating a world, and I can talk to the protagonist, it is not empty."

Wen Ruoyu only thought that she was talking about some author's terminology, such as communicating with characters through ideas.

No one thought that a virtual world constructed from words would become real.

Including Xiao Muyu herself.

But at that time, she was enjoying herself very much. It wasn't until Wen Ruoyu brought it up that she realized that she seemed a little too addicted.

Xiao Muyu reflected for a moment, but didn't really pay attention.

"How about 'creating' a more exciting world?" Wen Ruoyu casually suggested.

"Huh?" Xiao Muyu cast a questioning look.

"I have a classmate who is researching holographic technology and wants to try to make a holographic game, but there is currently no script. Do you want to try it? You can also earn some pocket money."

When Wen Ruoyu proposed it, it was out of selfishness.

The classmate's laboratory is on the same campus as hers, and the upstairs and downstairs locations can be reached in a few minutes.

Although the recruitment of volunteers is very hot, but as Wen Ruoyu, it is not a big problem to put someone in.

After joining the laboratory, you can enter and leave the laboratory building at will, and there will naturally be more opportunities to meet people.

Xiao Muyu didn't think that such a good thing could be her turn, and she didn't have the energy to run around, but she was somewhat interested in the holographic technology Wen Ruoyu mentioned.

"This technology can almost literally create a world."

"Theoretically so."

"Isn't that the same as the God of Creation, since that's the case - it shouldn't be too difficult to create a movable character according to the experimenter's settings?"

"...Maybe." Wen Ruoyu hesitated for a moment this time, "I don't know much about this. Do you want to create any characters?"

"No one would want to see the protagonist in his own writing." Xiao Muyu smiled, but quickly vetoed it himself, "But forget it, it sounds troublesome, and it's not a bad thing to only exist in imagination. "

Before Wen Ruoyu asked, Xiao Muyu changed the subject: "If you let Ruoyu create it, what kind of world do you want?"

"Me?" Wen Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, thinking about it, and said jokingly after a while, "Maybe I prefer the world of doomsday disasters."

"why?"

"Because there can be a plot to save the world?" Wen Ruoyu paused, and then talked about his real thoughts, "If that happens, no one should care about fame and decency anymore, everyone just wants to survive And struggling, whether poor or rich, smart or stupid—"

"The equality of all beings may be much better than the hypocritical society now."

Xiao Muyu lay on the back of the chair and looked at her, when she saw Wen Ruoyu, she subconsciously turned her head to avoid her sight.

"Why do you think so?" Xiao Muyu raised his chin and asked, "It's a very specific imagination, did you get any stimulation?"

"Maybe." Wen Ruoyu replied, "I had a dream some time ago."

"What dream?"

"The end is here."