One

When I arrived at the classroom, Yan Yimu was already sitting in his seat with a cold expression. He didn't even lift his eyes when he saw me... That kind of indifference made me think of the Yan Yimu in the comics, who was so kind to me, but...

"Do you really enjoy staring at me?" Yan Yimu suddenly turned his head to look at me, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement

Oh no! I fell heavily to the ground. I opened my eyes and felt no particular pain in my body. I looked around and, oh my! I was actually in my own home!

I continued to speak with some unease: "What’s wrong? You wouldn’t have forgotten that we met at the museum, would you? At that time, there was an exhibition of mysterious artifacts from an ancient kingdom, and you were the security guard there. Later, how did you transfer to our school?"

Yan Yimu's expression changed suddenly, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes stared intently at me, sending a chill through my heart

"Alright, Mom, you must remember to ask. I'm off to school now," I said dejectedly, realizing that for the time being, I would have to rely on myself to investigate.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" He looked at me as if scrutinizing.

I was taken aback and looked up at him, wondering if he had taken the wrong medication

In fact, we can also be friends, can't we? Yan Yimu suddenly spoke up

Well, alright. I nodded in agreement, and I also think it would be better for me to pause drawing comics for now

I took her hand away and looked at her seriously, saying: "I am not dreaming, look at my comic, it has changed, it changes on its own, and it contains my own experiences!" I handed her the comic book to show her.

Xuanqing asked while patting my back, "What's wrong, Xiao Wu? Who bullied you?"

I said, we can also be friends, in fact, we have quite a connection, don't we

"Why do you look so guilty? Have you done something wrong?" Yan Yimu's voice echoed softly in my ear

I hurriedly walked to the edge of the table, looking at the open comic book, where the plot had already changed. The stories I had been following in the comic had automatically continued. I looked at myself in the comic, Yuan Yichen, and Yan Yimu, and pinched my thigh hard; this was not a dream, it was real

I sit on the bed, desperately telling myself to remain calm. I have already left the world of comics, and I wonder how Yuan Yichen is doing. This comic seems to have gained a life of its own, changing its plot and continuing the story by itself. Can I still touch this comic? And what is this dream soul? Is my fantastical experience related to the dream soul? Countless question marks fill my heart. And what is this dream soul? Is my fantastical experience related to the dream soul? Countless question marks fill my heart

Xuanqing looked up at me while reading, her eyes shining with disbelief: "You mean all of this was generated by the comic itself? You didn't draw it?" She put down the comic book and touched her forehead, saying, "I feel like I might have a fever. Is all of this real?"

I did not! I immediately lowered my head to look at my book, my face turning red all the way to the roots of my ears. What is wrong with me? Why am I so flustered? The Yan Yimu in front of me is the real Yan Yimu, the gentle and considerate Yan Yimu who cares only for me exists only in the comics!

By the way, what time is it now? It has been nearly half a month in the comic world, so what is the time in the real world?

Mom, I have something to ask you. Um, does our family have any history? For example, are we descendants of any famous figures? Or do we have any legends?

Xuanqing stared at me with wide eyes, then placed her hand on my forehead and gently touched it: "Xiaowu, are you dreaming again? Or are you feeling unwell?"

I unconsciously bite the pen holder, this Yan Yimu, if there is really nothing, why does the mood change so quickly? It seems I really cannot ignore the people around me, I must also investigate the background of this Yan Yimu.

Yan smiled faintly, the corners of her mouth curving into an attractive arc. Such a smile, I believe, no girl could resist!

What nonsense are you talking about? I slapped the table and glared at him, "We are not friends!" I said seriously

"You don't need to say anything..." I covered my ears and continued reading. Could it be that the comic has also had some effect on Yan Yimu?

"Why should I tell you? Are you investigating me? I am just working as a security guard to support my studies, and I haven't paid attention to any ancient artifacts exhibition." Yan Yimu's attitude became much colder, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation with me. He stared at the blackboard with a stern expression, and his body became tense.

No one bullied me; it was just that I experienced something very special, something truly extraordinary. Do you know what it means to travel through time? I found myself in my own comic! I hugged Xuanqing, overwhelmed with excitement and at a loss for words.

Even though I am already in the real world, I still have a dreamlike feeling, as if my steps are light and airy. When I saw Xuanqing, I almost flew over to hug her, startling her greatly.

Does he know something that is not known to others

This is all too strange, and it requires thorough investigation. Xuanqing returned the comic book to me, saying, "You should refrain from continuing to draw this comic for the time being; it is best not to even touch it."

Mother pondered for a moment before saying: "Darling, why are you suddenly asking this? I really don't know... In matters like this, your grandfather knows better. But it's quite late now, and it wouldn't be appropriate to disturb him, especially since he hasn't been feeling well lately. You should focus on your studies for now, and I will remember to ask him for you."

After a sleepless night, I finally waited for dawn to break. I immediately called my mother who is abroad. She was quite surprised that I would call her so late. There was no other choice; I had to consider the time difference, otherwise she would start to worry about why I was still awake at such an hour.

I took out my phone, my eyes fixed on the time displayed on the screen, and it had only been three hours! I felt as if a day in the heavens equated to a year on earth

"Why did you become a security guard at the museum?" I suddenly looked up at him and asked

I lowered my head and ignored him; he must have taken the wrong medicine! What I need to do now is investigate the matter of the Dream Soul. Dream Soul? During the Dream Soul exhibition, wasn't this guy just a security guard at the museum?

I got up from the ground, looking at the familiar bedroom, tears of excitement streaming down my face, and just like that, I left the world of comics! If I had known, I would have jumped off the building earlier!

I feel the wind howling past my ears, I tightly close my eyes, my mind is blank, indeed, the scenes from those TV dramas cannot be trusted, at this moment I cannot think of anything at all

I can hardly believe it, nor can I explain it, but I have indeed entered my own comic world I said excitedly

Yan looked at me with his beautiful eyes, and surprisingly, he was not angry; a faint smile still lingered on his face: "Not now, but perhaps later?"