Chapter 002: Temporal and Spatial Displacement

The laughter and mockery behind him were cast aside by Hugo; he had no time to carefully discern the meaning of those words. He needed to first understand what was happening. After entering the restroom, Hugo locked himself in a stall, attempting to organize his chaotic thoughts into a clear roadmap.

The Golden Raspberries Award seems to have been established in the early 1980s. Hugo remembers it because the legendary action star Sylvester Stallone won the award for Worst Actor three times for the "First Blood" series, and he even became the first recipient of the Worst Actor award in the decade summary. Therefore, the 12th Golden Raspberries Award should have taken place in the early 1990s, either in 1992 or 1993. He even became the first recipient of the Worst Actor award in the decade summary. Therefore, the 12th Golden Raspberries Award should have taken place in the early 1990s, either in 1992 or 1993

"I told you not to touch that Big Harry anymore, yet you just wouldn't listen..." Joseph's resentful voice continued to complain outside, but Hugo did not understand at all. What is Big Harry? Is it something like wahaha?

What time is it now? Hugo asked the first question, his heart suddenly racing, and the date "May 4, 2014" began to flash repeatedly in his mind. "Ten o'clock..." Joseph glanced at his watch and said, but Hugo rudely interrupted him before he could finish with "quarter past," directly asking, "I mean, what month and day?"

"Dog shit, or should I call you Mr. Lancaster?" Joseph once again irritably tugged at his hair, clearly perplexed by his current situation

In 1992, Hugo could not help but close his eyes; he had truly crossed over. Should he feel joy or melancholy? Hugo found himself overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions, unable to pinpoint a precise word. In the novels he had read, those who crossed over were always immediately ecstatic, displaying great power and prowess. However, when such an event actually occurred, Hugo's first thought was "absurd." He felt as if his feet were treading on clouds, unable to land accurately.

However, just before stepping onto the stage, Hugo felt a wave of dizziness, and then... then there were the lights, the stage, the audience, and then the trophy, the Golden Raspberry Award. Hugo rubbed his cheeks vigorously; he had originally thought he was on the stage of the Midi Rock Awards representing his band to accept an award, which was why he was so excited. But now it seemed that was not the case at all. Why had the Midi Rock Awards turned into the Golden Raspberry Awards?

Agent? Hugo bit his lower lip, and as he lowered his gaze, he saw his hands had become broad and elongated, with a thin layer of fine hair clearly visible on them. These were not his own hands; they looked more like those of a Westerner. Hugo touched his cheek, wanting to rush out to see his own face, but after a moment's hesitation, he restrained the impulse. He needed to extract more information from this person named Joseph outside.

"Bang bang bang," a series of forceful knocks interrupted Hugo's train of thought. "Hugo! Are you alright? You look unwell..." This voice sounded somewhat familiar. Hugo thought carefully and immediately recognized it; it was the first voice he had heard after regaining consciousness. The pair of ice-blue eyes reappeared in his mind. "I told you not to attend tonight's award ceremony, but you insisted on asking Lang for his opinion..." Hugo thought carefully and immediately recognized it; it was the first voice he had heard after regaining consciousness. The pair of ice-blue eyes reappeared in his mind. "I told you not to attend tonight's award ceremony, but you insisted on asking Lang for his opinion..."

Hugo took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself, but the sudden reality of his situation made it difficult for him to accept his surroundings with composure. He could only temporarily keep himself from losing control. "Joseph," Hugo opened his mouth again, only to find himself dry and parched. Accepting reality was so difficult. "Did you call me Hugo?"

If Hugo remembers correctly, there is only one Golden Raspberry Award in the world, which is a parody award ceremony imitating the Oscars, honoring the worst films, worst directors, worst male leads, and worst female leads, paying tribute to the poorly received works that have been heavily criticized by the media. The entertainment value of the Golden Raspberry Award is substantial; for the audience, it is watched with a sense of schadenfreude and critical sentiment, but for the recipients, it is a form of torment, and it can even be considered a disgrace. Therefore, throughout the history of the Golden Raspberry Awards, very few stars are willing to attend the ceremony.

Hugo wanted to rub his cheeks to regain his composure, but he found himself somewhat powerless; he vaguely felt that his head seemed to be starting to ache again

Hugo felt that his mind was somewhat inadequate, unsure whether the dizziness from earlier had not completely dissipated or if the intense lights and radiant faces at the scene had rendered everything blurry. His information processing ability was clearly facing a severe challenge at that moment, and he could not discern what was happening at all, only passively following the guidance of the beautiful host as he walked off the stage

Joseph sighed deeply, a bitter smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, "Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel." The venue of the first Academy Awards? Hugo involuntarily raised his head to survey the surroundings, only to find that this was merely a restroom, offering no clues whatsoever. He could only dejectedly lower his head, "You are indeed still high. I shouldn't have listened to Lang and let you attend tonight's award ceremony. I originally intended to shape your Don Quixote-like spiritual image, but instead, you... sigh, tomorrow the reporters will surely make a big fuss about it. You are the first actor to personally attend the ceremony to accept the Golden Raspberries since its establishment, and yet you..."

Joseph lowered his right hand, which was wearing a watch, and said, "Hugo, are you still in a state of euphoria? I was wondering why you were acting so strangely just now. Not only did you faint in the bathroom, but you were also sobbing uncontrollably on stage. Today is January 14, 1992!" Joseph irritably scratched his hair, causing his originally neat hairstyle to turn into a messy nest.

"Are you crazy? I am Joseph, Joseph Gibbs." The man standing outside the door wore a helpless expression, strongly suspecting that Hugo was perhaps startled by the humiliating scene that had just unfolded. "Rest assured, I am not one of those overzealous reporters; I am your agent, and you do not need to hide from me."

Hugo was quite certain that when he woke up today, it was May 4, 2014. After reuniting with his bandmates from Glory to the Death, they arrived at the venue for their official performance. Compared to the countless rock music festivals abroad, there has never been an outstanding original rock music festival in the country until the birth of the Midi Music Festival. Although it cannot match the global recognition of the Woodstock Music Festival or the Rock am Ring, it is undeniable that the Midi Rock Music Festival is an annual celebration for domestic underground rock bands

You should hurry up and come out; how long do you intend to hide in the ladies' restroom!

For ten years, the band Glory Until Death remained obscure, with Hugo struggling to make ends meet. Despite participating in countless gigs, the band's situation did not improve. Later, Hugo, interested in acting, became an actor, but his five years in that profession also yielded little success. It was not until 2014 that the band finally received the opportunity to perform at the Midi Music Festival, a pivotal moment in Hugo's life. Moreover, Glory Until Death was nominated for the Best Live Rock Band of the Year, which, regardless of whether they won, represented the most significant recognition for the band and provided them with the motivation to continue their efforts. It was not until 2014 that the band finally received the opportunity to perform at the Midi Music Festival, a pivotal moment in Hugo's life. Moreover, Glory Until Death was nominated for the Best Live Rock Band of the Year, which, regardless of whether they won, represented the most significant recognition for the band and provided them with the motivation to continue their efforts

Joseph was banging on the bathroom stall door with great force, the "bang bang bang" sound urging Hugo to come out. Hugo knew that he could not hide forever; he would have to go out eventually. Moreover, he had not seen himself since the transformation, and who knew what he looked like now. However, before Hugo could open the stall door, he was left in a daze by Joseph's words, standing frozen in place.

As they watched Hugo hurriedly leave, a burst of hearty laughter erupted in the banquet hall, and various discussions immediately began to resonate in every corner of the room. "Did you see the tearful expression on Hugo's face? It was like a little girl who had her Barbie stolen," "He still thought he had won an Oscar," "This is definitely the most spectacular scene in the entertainment industry since Reagan stepped down, even the plot in 'Dallas' doesn't compare to this...

At least Albert Einstein's theory of time machines still exists as a possibility of proof, Hugo joked self-deprecatingly

Hugo - Lancaster, Hugo finally remembered his current name, but he did not know what kind of unfortunate person this was that he had crossed over into.

Golden halos, laughing faces, and shining cameras... all rushed in from all directions, causing Hugo to instinctively sense something was amiss. He forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, shouldered open the heavy door, and hurriedly retraced his steps along the thick carpet back to the restroom, leaving everyone in the banquet hall with the sight of his hasty retreat.

Listening to Joseph's words, Hugo recalled his earlier blunder, weeping bitterly as he accepted the Golden Raspberries. This truly is an international joke, and indeed deserves to be recorded in history. Hugo patted his own head, realizing that his time travel has indeed been quite spectacular

Hugo listened to the voices outside, and the more information he received, the more confused he became. He decided to take the initiative to clarify the truth of it all. "I, I am fine." Hugo still felt somewhat unaccustomed; originally, he intended to speak in Chinese, but his body's instinctive reaction caused him to speak in English, as if English were his mother tongue. No wonder, in that moment of excitement, he did not realize that others were speaking in English, and he delivered his acceptance speech in English as well. This was truly...

I am well," Hugo repeated once again, not only to persuade the man outside but also to reassure himself, calming down from this series of absurd and bizarre events. "Who is there?" Hugo tentatively inquired.

From 2014 to the early 1990s, what exactly is going on? Have I somehow traveled through time? This is simply absurd!

However, Hugo was taken aback and raised his head; he finally recalled what was amiss earlier: the man he had seen upon waking was of Western descent. Moreover, everyone he encountered after entering the banquet hall was also Western. This was clearly not the Midi Rock Festival. Furthermore, everyone around him was speaking English, and even he himself was speaking English. In his earlier excitement, he had not noticed this, merely speaking out of impulse. Now, upon reflection, the foreign language that surrounded him suddenly became clear. Most importantly, the Midi Rock Festival was held outdoors, not in a hotel; let alone a banquet hall, there were not even any opulent corridors!

"Where are we now?" Hugo interrupted Joseph's words, asking again. He thought of the award ceremony just now; was it a dream or reality?

Ladies' restroom