God doesn't want me to be human

There seems to be something... not right.

In the darkness, Lu Jia lay on the bed, looked at the dark ceiling, and then turned around.It seemed like he hadn't had a dream for a long time.

There seems to be something... not right.

At the breakfast table, Lu Jia picked up a piece of exquisite white cream cake, dotted with bright red cherries.When did his family eat western food for breakfast?

There seems to be something... not right.

Lu Jia looked at the teacher who was lecturing, and suddenly felt that he could solve the extra points on the blackboard.When did he become so powerful?

It seems that since the day he saw the waste collector who exchanged sugar for sugar, he always felt that something was wrong.

Obviously there is nothing wrong, but I feel that something is wrong.

When the school bell rang at noon, many students rushed to the cafeteria to have lunch.

Lu Jia and Roy walked slowly towards the dining hall.

After walking a few steps, he stopped.

The boy with long white hair also stopped and looked back at him: "Lu Jia?"

"I always feel that something is wrong, Roy." Lu Jia frowned.

He didn't want to feel wrong.

feeling bad.

scared.

Afraid that there was something wrong lurking beneath it that would make him uncomfortable.

The boy with long white hair looked at him quietly.

Then, he stepped forward to hug the black-haired boy, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, what we have to do now is to prepare for the college entrance examination, then go to college, and finally find a job... After earning money, I will buy a set of photography equipment for your mother, and give you Dad buys a set of advanced fishing gear..."

"En." The black-haired boy hugged the white-haired boy and buried himself in the white-haired boy's arms.

It's like fleeing to find a refuge.

On the light blue sky behind the black-haired boy, the shadow of vines swept across, and then was covered by white clouds.

After pouring out his uneasiness, it seemed that everything had returned to calm, and Lu Jia lived an ordinary and happy life again.

Maybe it's because the college entrance examination is too stressful.

Lu Jia attributed the previous uneasiness to the pressure of the college entrance examination, and there may be any strange feeling when the pressure is high.

In order to relieve the pressure of the college entrance examination, Lu Jia had an extra glass of milk before going to bed at night.

After drinking milk and going to bed, I feel that my dreams are much sweeter, it doesn't matter whether I have dreams or not.

Scientific research shows that people will have many, many dreams in one night, but remember very little or nothing.

Just don't remember that it doesn't look like a dream.

As for seeing the Western breakfast on the dining table again, Lu Jia could only look at Mama Lu with emotion. For him, a senior high school student, Mama Lu worked hard and learned the Western breakfast.

For the questions on the blackboard taught by the teacher, it is even simpler.The third year of senior high school was originally about reviewing, and it made sense that Lu Jia had mastered it and evolved it during his long career in question-sealing.

Everything is wrong, it is just an illusion of too much pressure.

Lu Jia continued to attend classes at school from Monday to Saturday, and studied in the library with Roy on Sunday.

Another weekend.

Lu Jia, who was studying in the library, finished writing a paper. He got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he saw the nearest row of bookshelves—psychology.

It seems that the pressure in the third year of high school is quite high, and the papers I brought are almost done. Why don't I read a book on psychology?Maybe you can find a way to regulate the pressure.

He walked towards the psychology bookshelf, and pulled out a psychology book.

Speaking of which, when I came to the library, I could see the bookshelf of psychology at a glance, but I never read it.

Lu Jia flipped through the thick psychology book in his hand, and then froze.

The blank paper flipped and fell with the thumb, and then stayed on the white and wordless page.

Subconsciously, he flipped through it again with his fingers, and in a daze, words appeared on the snow-white page.

Looking at the book full of words in his hand, Lu Jia couldn't help asking in his heart: Was it just an illusion?

He looked at a random page, which was a psychological test.

Very common and simple kind.

Flip through a book in a hurry, all are simple psychological tests and inspirational words.

Lu Jia pursed her lips tightly and put the psychology book back.

He looked at a shelf of psychology books and suddenly didn't dare to take out another one to read.

He was afraid that when he took it out and opened it, it would be blank again, and he was even more afraid that the contents inside were all simple knowledge he knew.

Maybe it's just that the book writers are not serious and perfunctory readers, or maybe psychology is so simple. Living in the age of information explosion, there is no mystery to these psychological knowledge.

Lu Jia looked at the rows of bookshelves, and suddenly felt that he was looking into the abyss.

His hand moved.He wanted to turn around and go back, but his feet stayed where they were.

Then, he walked towards the flat abyss, step by step towards the most terrifying abyss.

……

From the bookshelf of biographies, I took out a biography of the founding leader, and flipped through it casually, but it was more like an Internet upgrade novel.

……

Finally, he picked up a car manufacturing book in his hand and looked at the garbled codes and the formulas of the highest level senior three in it.

On the deepest bookshelf, at the bottom of the deepest abyss, Lu Jia stood there holding a book.

"Da da."

There are footsteps approaching.

"What's the matter, big brother?" A bony hand pulled away the book in his hand.

Before pulling away from the book, warm tears fell on the slender and beautiful hand, and stopped the movement of the hand.

"Is it related to you?" Lu Jia turned to look at the boy with long white hair.

For some reason, he had an intuition that everything had something to do with the long-haired white boy in front of him.

Looking at the black eyes filled with tears, Roy was silent for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips helplessly.

"Ah."

Lu Jia looked at the person in front of him, stared at the glass pupils, and then took a step back.

"Sorry." He hurried past Roy and left.

He needs a moment to sort it out—about the world that might be fake.

Roy quietly watched him leave.

His heart began to throb, followed by fear.

Fear corrodes the heart leaving nothing but emptiness.

In the past, he thought that he could use countless methods to prevent Lu Jia from leaving - a complete restart, a short retrospective, forgetting memories... He only needed to care about the attacks of other gods.

But now, he realized that he was more afraid of Lu Jia's desire to leave than the attacks of other gods.

A little liking is possession, and more liking is giving in.

He could even imagine that if Lu Jia wanted to leave... He couldn't stop Lu Jia from leaving.

That's why I was so frightened that I corroded my heart completely.

Back home, Lu Jia locked herself in the room.

As if at the moment he realized that the world was fake, his memory began to recover.

The sunlight coming in from the window changed from bright to dim, and after the last touch of orange was left, there was no light at all, and night fell.

Lu Jia sat on the ground with her knees hugged and was in a daze for a long time.

Looking at the familiar room that was getting dark, he couldn't help showing a smile, although this smile was more like tears.

"I'm back." He whispered to himself.

he's returned home.

Lu Jia buried her head in her lap, and stayed quietly in the increasingly dark room.

"Knock knock."

The door was knocked.

"Jiajia, it's time to eat." Mother Lu told Lu Jia to eat.

"Here we come." Lu Jia stood up slowly, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Warm lights shone into the dark room, and everything outside the door was familiar to Lu Jia, including the steaming food, Lu's father at the dining table, and Lu's mother who just took off her apron.

"Jiajia, come quickly, I made braised pork today." Mother Lu urged with a smile.

Engraving this scene in his heart, Lu Jia smiled.

"coming."

Before going to school the next day, Lu Jia stopped before going out, then took out a post-it note from his schoolbag, wrote a sentence and pasted it on the refrigerator before going out.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going to be a hero——Love you Lu Jia"

When I came to the classroom, there was only one person in the classroom, a white long-haired boy standing by the seat.

"Roy." Lu Jia greeted him with a smile, and thanked him, "Thank you for letting me come here."

Roy's glass pupils looked at him.

"I'm very happy to meet my parents, thank you." Lu Jia thanked him sincerely.

"But, I'm leaving."

"We're all leaving."

No matter how nostalgic this place is, it is all false, and there are still things waiting for them to do in the real world outside.

"Stay here." Roy looked at Lu Jia, regaining his godlike posture, his glass-eyed pupils fixed on Lu Jia, "Stay here."

"Sorry." Lu Jia shook his head.

really want to leave.

"Are you angry?" Roy stepped forward, then grabbed something with his right hand and held it out to Lu Jia.

Lu Jia was a little puzzled.

Streaks of golden light pulled out from Roy's body. Trembling in severe pain, the image of the god dimmed a bit, and the golden threads gathered in his right hand.

He handed Lu Jia the golden thread connected to him.

"If it's because I tried to manipulate you before, and now I'm deceiving you again..." The golden thread was within Lu Jia's reach.

"Then let you manipulate me and let me be your puppet."

His glass pupils were slightly curved, and the corners of his lips were raised.

It looks like a cat who is the last to keep.

"Stay here."

The spirit brings prayers of which He himself is unaware.

Stay here, here is everything that Lu Jia likes, and it can become the world that Lu Jia likes more.

Just stay, as said before, they will be together forever.

Going to school, renting a house, providing for the elderly...Together forever.

Lu Jia took a step back in surprise, looking at the god who handed him the golden thread to manipulate him, his heart was in a mess.

"Roy..." He didn't know what to say, and finally he could only persuade the gods, "Roy, put away the thread first."

It's very dangerous and painful, your whole body is gloomy.

"There is no one who is not angry, but isn't he going to save the world now?!"

Lu Jia didn't even know what Roy was going to do.

Brought him here on his way to save the world, and then wanted to stay here.

Roy looked at Lu Jia and smiled helplessly.

"The world?"

He suddenly became a little jealous of the world, of the "god" who represented the world.

Looking at the dark-haired boy.

He suddenly wanted to tell the truth to human teenagers—there are no devourers, and the only way to save the world is to kill them.

Even so, do you want to save the world?

But in the end, He just half-closed his eyes.

"Well, I see."

He gathered up the golden thread.

Lu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out of this illusory world with Roy.

At the moment when he was about to step out of the illusory world, the god asked: "If you save the world, will you come back with me?"

Lu Jia stopped and looked back at the white-haired god.

"Okay."

In this false world, there are people who Lu Jia misses very much.

If you save the world, it would be nice to come back.

"Well, then it's an agreement." The corners of the god's lips curled up slightly.

He looked at his young man, and there was only one person in his glass pupils.

After stepping out of the imaginary world.

Lu Jia turned his head to talk to Roy, but found that he was the only one left.

"Roy?"

Only the wind that rolled up the yellow sand in the sky responded to him.