In the early June noon, the sun was scorching hot.
After lunch, I returned to the classroom from the cafeteria and found a black mobile phone on the way. I wanted to ask who had lost it, but I didn't want the trouble, so I went to the teacher's office.
As soon as I reached the office door, my black mobile phone received a text message.
I opened it casually, but to my surprise, the first line of the text message caught me off guard.
"Congratulations, Mr. Ninghai."
Ninghai is my name.
"You have been selected to participate in this survival drama script. There are 20 minutes until the script begins, please prepare yourself."
The text message ends here.
After reading the text message, I started to think, is this a real prank?
Yes, a prank. That's my first instinct about this matter. This black mobile phone is just something I happened to pick up, but I received a text message addressed directly to me, which makes me suspect that someone might have deliberately placed it in my path.
However, although I know there are a few mischievous students in the class, I don't think they will play tricks on me.
Until my second year of high school, I still haven't been able to build good interpersonal relationships in school, and I even don't know the faces and names of some of my classmates
On the other hand, I am also seen as a violent youth in the eyes of teachers and students at school, and thus have been alienated by others. With such a reputation, would any of my classmates dare to tease me? Wouldn't they be afraid of being beaten by me?
In fact, even if they play tricks on me, I will not retaliate with violence.
I am not a person with a serious tendency towards violence. There are two classmates in the class who have known me since junior high school, and they are also puzzled by the various rumors about me since graduating from junior high school; but the relationship is not close, so they have not dispelled the rumors for me.
To get back to the main topic, I continue to examine this black cell phone.
It is a touchscreen phone of an unknown brand, with a matte black casing, but without a camera, volume buttons, and ports, and only a power switch on the right side; inside, there are no messy applications, not even the basic dialing function, and I can only find the messaging and contacts functions.
I clicked on the contacts option, and the interface changed, displaying a blank screen.
That's a strange phone.
Could it be that I'm overthinking it, and the Ninghai on the text message is just a coincidence with my Ninghai?
Next, I also focused on the content of the text message itself.
It says I was selected to be part of this survival drama script, and the script will start in 20 minutes. What does this mean?
The black phone does not even have the function to display the time, so I had to take out my own phone to check the time.
That's great, we still have plenty of time, there are forty minutes left before the lunch break ends.
I'd like to see what kind of tricks you can pull off.
Time, slowly passing.
In that moment when the text message alert sounded, I lost consciousness.
I regained consciousness after an unknown amount of time and opened my eyes.
At first glance, what I saw was a white ceiling.
I sat up alertly and looked around.
This is an ordinary bedroom, with a bed, computer desk, wardrobe and so on, like a boy's room, but it is kept very neatly, and the indoor lighting is very bright.
Where am I? This is not my bedroom, everything is so strange.
My clothes were also replaced by someone, and I'm now wearing a dark gray pajama set, which is very fitting.
Turning my head to take a look, I saw a movie poster on the white wall next to the bed, and all the text on it was in Japanese. Strangely, I was able to read the Japanese.
What is going on?
I got out of bed, my bare feet came into contact with the cold wooden floor; then I found that there was a black mobile phone that I was particularly familiar with on the desk. I went over and picked it up.
Yes, this is the black mobile phone I found at school before, exactly the same, even the few pitiful apps inside are exactly the same. There is an unread text message inside, I opened it and took a look.
Go to school.
This is the content of the text message.
Is it telling me to go to school?
No, before that, I'd rather know why I'm in this kind of place?
I was previously still in school, but now I am in this strange bedroom, and the boundary line is the time shown in the previous text message; combined with the fact that I can even see this mobile phone in this strange bedroom, I can almost be sure that this strange incident is definitely related to this mobile phone.
Next, I investigated the bedroom again.
In one corner of the room, there was a bookshelf filled with books of various colors, all of which were written in Japanese. I took out a few and briefly flipped through them. Just like before, when I could mysteriously understand the text on a poster, now I can also read the Japanese on these books.
The posters are in Japanese, and the books are also in Japanese, it seems the owner of this place really likes Japan.
Aside from the bedroom owner's fondness for Japan, another seemingly plausible reason also emerged from my mind.
I turned on the computer on the desk and used it to locate my current physical location online.
Japan, Kawanishi City!
The time display in the bottom right corner shows that it is the morning of late December, but I was unconscious in the middle of June. Faint bird chirping can be heard from outside the window.
I walked quickly to the window, opened the window. The cold air rushed into the room, making me shiver involuntarily.
I just noticed that the air conditioner in the bedroom is blowing out warm air.
One minute later, I had calmed down.
I must seriously consider an assumption that goes against common sense: a supernatural force has caused me to lose consciousness and transported me to different places at different times, and all this must be related to the mobile phone I found earlier.
This hypothesis is not so difficult for me to accept, as I myself am the best proof of the existence of supernatural forces.
Because I am a superhuman.
I first became aware of having superpowers shortly after graduating from junior high school. I discovered that I could use my mind to remotely disturb a single strand of hair. Three days later, I could levitate a ballpoint pen. Two weeks later, I could levitate a pencil case full of pens. Eleven weeks later, I could levitate a backpack full of textbooks. Though the progress was slow, it never stopped getting stronger.
I customarily refer to this kind of supernatural power as psychokinesis.
Although it's still a bit of a struggle, I can now lift up a person.
Because of the use of psychic powers to fight with people, I also became a violent maniac in the eyes of others. In fact, I have never actively started any violent disputes, it's just that after awakening my superpowers, my style has become much less compromising, and I have become more assertive, which has led to a series of events that I won't go into now.
I further investigated the network and found that I could not investigate the city where I originally lived; not only that, but I could not even investigate the capital and major cities of my country, and instead, some seemingly irrelevant cities were investigated.
It seems that my previous hypothesis of being transported to different times and places was too mild. This is clearly an alternate world.
I took the black phone over and read the text message again.
Go to school.
Although I'm still completely confused, it wouldn't hurt to do as it said. However, it told me to go to a school, but which specific school is it? And where is it located?
I fiddled with my phone again and suddenly discovered that the Contacts section was no longer blank. There were two new names there: "Breeze Aoba" and "Alphonse Elric".
After briefly thinking for three seconds, I clicked on the name Breeze Aoba, which is clearly a Japanese name.
The screen displayed the interface for an ongoing call.
I brought the phone close to my ear, and heard the monotonous beeping sound; after a while, the call was connected.
"Hello, how are you?"
The voice of the girl came from the other side, with obvious hesitation and a touch of fear, and the content was in Japanese.
It is incredible that I, who have never studied Japanese before, am able to hear the sentence "It is swollen," just as I was previously able to read the Japanese books I found in my bedroom; not only that, I not only can understand and read, but even feel that I can speak and write; and this is also one of the pieces of evidence that convinces me that I am being interfered with by supernatural forces.
Hello.
He actually said it out loud, and the pronunciation was quite standard.
The person across from me was silent for a while, and I faintly heard her unsteady breathing.
"Excuse me, who are you?" the girl asked in a soft voice
Her question made me easily surmise that perhaps she, like me, was a victim of a black mobile phone, and our predicament was the same.
"My name is Ninghai," I said. "You are Breeze Aoba, aren't you?"
"Yes." The girl was very nervous.
"Now, I need to ask you a question, and I hope you can answer me honestly."
"Yes," the child replied.
After picking up a black mobile phone, you received a text message addressed to you, and then lost consciousness, arriving at a strange place
Is that so?
"Yes, that's right!" the girl's voice was faintly excited, "Ah, but my phone is not black, it's purple."
Purple? It's fine however the color is.
"I understand." I said, "I am the same as you."
That last sentence, I intentionally used Chinese.
The woman on the other end of the phone asked puzzledly, "Excuse me, what were you just saying?"
She doesn't seem to understand.
Clearly, I learned Japanese under the influence of supernatural powers, but she didn't learn Chinese. Is it because we were transported to Japan?
If my line of reasoning without any clues is true, then she does not need to learn a language.
"My meaning is, I am the same as you." I used Japanese this time, "After you came to this place, did you receive a second text message?"
"Yes."The opposite side was honest.
"I also received the second text message. The content was 'go to school'. Did you receive the same text message?"
"Mm-hmm."
It seems like I can imagine the girl across from me nodding her head persistently.
Although it's too late now, this Breeze Aoba seems to be a particularly young girl, her voice carrying an obvious youthfulness, perhaps just a middle school girl? No, since it's in Japan, it should be a junior high school girl? For such a girl to be caught up in this kind of incident is truly a disaster, although I too am only fifty steps away from a hundred.
"Do you know what school this is referring to?" I asked without much expectation.
However, the other side immediately provided useful information.
"I know," the girl said, "it must be referring to Beavers High School."
"How did you know that?" I was surprised by this.
"After I woke up, I found myself wearing a high school uniform," the girl replied slowly as she recollected, "There was a student handbook in the pocket of the uniform, which was from Hebei High School, and then I saw the text message, so I figured the school I was told to go to must be Hebei High School."
"I see. Beaver City, Beaver High School." I noted down.
And furthermore, I don't know why, although I've never been to this high school before, my name is written in the student handbook, and there's a photo of me attached
"The girl added."
"Is that so?"
While on the phone, I wasn't idle either, constantly moving around in the bedroom, multitasking and investigating.
Suddenly, I found a photo frame on the bookshelf.
Inside, it was a family photo.
In a computer-generated meadow background, a family of three gathered together, posing towards the camera; among them, the boy sandwiched between his parents is the image of myself as a child.
My attention was immediately focused on it.
"I found a family portrait photo. I told the girl, "The boy who looks exactly like me when I was young is sandwiched between the parents, but I don't recognize those parents at all."
"Is that so?" the girl said, speechless.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"If you say this is a game, then, could it be that your identity as a child and my identity as a student are just the roles we've taken on in this game?"
I didn't expect her to make a prediction from the perspective of a game. Do girls these days really like games so much?
This perspective is very useful to me.
"Oh, I was just talking! The girl seemed quite embarrassed, "I'm sorry, even though this is the situation, I suddenly started talking about games."
"No problem." I said, "Your idea is quite fresh, and I should thank you for that."
Eh.
As I conversed with her, I had already taken off my pajamas and started to put on a black Japanese school uniform.
"You go to school first, I'll contact you later."
"Yeah." The girl paused for a moment, "Oh, that Ninghai?"
It seems she hasn't forgotten my name.
"If you want to go to school, it's best to go as soon as possible. If this is a game, then going to school might be a task, and being late would not be a good idea," the girl advised me.
It will lead to task failure.
"Okay." I said, "I'll hang up first."
"Hmm, it seems there's still a bit of lingering interest over there."
I hung up the phone.
I quickly got dressed and found a backpack full of textbooks in my bedroom, and inside I also found a student handbook.
The handbook has the name of the school, and it is indeed Beaver High School.
Moreover, just as Breeze Aoba said, my student handbook also has my own name and photo. The name is Ninghai, and the photo is completely consistent with me. I feel that my identity in this world may be that of an international student, which would explain it.
After making the necessary preparations, I left the bedroom, went through a corridor, and arrived at the bright living room.
A woman with long black hair was standing in the center of the living room, facing away from me.
Based on the context, this woman should be my mother in this world. Although I have no interest in calling a stranger 'mom', I still plan to give her a greeting.
However, the greeting was on the tip of my tongue, but I suddenly stopped.
My intuition tells me that this woman is dangerous.
Ever since I became a superhuman, my intuition has also been enhanced. I can always draw good cards in drawing games, select the cards I want to play, and walk in the dark without bumping into anything. The past two years have told me the necessity of trusting my intuition. If I were an ordinary person, I would prefer to trust my own thinking; but now that I am a superhuman with super intuition, I choose to trust my intuition.
I am mentally prepared to take action.
The woman slowly turned around, facing me, her eyes a striking crimson red.
