This, this, this... why is there a teacher’s poster?!

Zhang Ming is really confused this time!

Looking at the exquisite appearance on the poster, he was so shocked that his heart almost jumped out of his throat!

He was trapped on a desert island for half a year, living a primitive life without electricity, mobile phones, and TVs every day. When he was about to forget what a woman looked like, he actually picked up a poster of his teacher?

Zhang Ming was so shocked that he even suspected that he had fallen into the Truman world!

Wait, there is another piece of paper in the drift bottle...

With stiff fingers, he took out the letter in the drift bottle and read it carefully.

"Hey, brother, my name is Wang Fumin, an ordinary driver in Yunhai City."

"The drift bottle you picked up is a supernatural object."

"Its owner is me, and the recipient of it is you. That's right, it's you. Don't doubt it."

"You just need to put the bottle back into the sea, and it will be delivered to me again. No matter how far away it is, no matter where the world is, it will be delivered. It's incredible. It may take a long time, but it will definitely happen.

Sent."

"I will send you another letter after you send it back. If you need anything, just ask. You're welcome!"

"The man next to me is my good friend Lu Tuyu, your super fan. He fights for you on the Internet every day, fighting against the Yin and Yang people. My second brother is invincible in the world!"

"He said he wanted to send you some photos of the teacher to relieve your worries. Are you satisfied with this little gift? You're welcome, just ask if you have any requests!"

"How is your life lately? How are you feeling? Have you encountered any difficulties? Live bravely and strongly, not only for yourself and your loved ones, but also for all of us."

"In the Supernatural Era, everyone's life is not very good, the unemployment rate is very high, and many families have lost their loved ones. But the times are like this. Even if you have complaints, you can't vent them. You can't blame others, you can only blame the damn God."<

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"Everyone's biggest expectation is to see how your life is going."

"If we get better day by day and can survive the difficulties, it will bring us some inexplicable confidence."

"It doesn't seem polite to ask too much of you. After all, life on a desert island can be very difficult. If you want our help with anything, just say it and we will do whatever we can!"

"Oh, by the way, if you want to be happy, don't hit the beach. The mirage in the sky will reflect the scene on the beach. People across the country are paying attention to your movements every day."

"Some lunatics want you to die, but of course, more people want you to live well."

"If you are really bored or lonely, you can go for a walk on the beach. People all over the country are watching you, and maybe your parents are watching too."

"There are some antibiotics stuffed in the bottle. If you need anything next time, you can tell me."

"I wish you good health and all the best, Wang Fumin."

The payment date was seven months ago.

In other words, it took this drifting bottle more than half a year to slowly find itself!

Zhang Ming read it several times in a row, his head was hot and his heartbeat was constantly racing.

He suddenly found that he could not read the words on the letter clearly, so he took a few deep breaths and wiped his blurred eyes.

Then, Zhang Ming sat blankly on the beach, watching the sun gradually go down, watching the turtles swimming around, and watching the tide rising in waves, slowly submerging his ankles.

He once thought that he had adapted to the current life, occasionally complaining, occasionally talking to himself, and occasionally quarreling with Shimama like primary school students.

But in fact, there is no...

Where can I get used to it?

He will always miss his rental house. Although it is only a small dwelling of about ten square meters, it can still accommodate his small happiness of sleeping peacefully for a weekend; he will miss his gay friends on the Internet, even if he always feels that he is not enough.

Abnormal and out of place, but we can still laugh together when we are bored.

I miss my past life, my first girlfriend I broke up with, my past regrets, and those people I missed.

I miss the laughter in happy times, the pretense of strength in the darkest moments, the lies and escape...

In the end, who became me?

Who have I become?

Now there is nothing left, I can only be me.

There was only a black stone left, rolling around obscenely in front of my eyes, and defying the law of gravity, it stuck to the poster and shouted: "My first love girlfriend! My first love girlfriend! My first love girlfriend!"

"Don't fucking just say it's your first girlfriend when you see a girl... If you want to know who she is, use a hundred secrets in exchange!" Zhang Ming threw it away viciously.

Shimama was twitching there like a ghost, seeming to be wondering whether the big deal of "One Hundred Secrets" was too expensive?

Then I heard Lao Zhang reciting poetry when he was a great writer there: "Time is really like running water, day and night. After a thousand years, I will become history, and after ten thousand years, who will remember me."

Shimama, who originally wanted to repeat the reading, was stunned. She liked to listen to Lao Zhang lamenting about life, and then secretly recorded the famous quotes.

"After ten thousand years, who will remember..."

But Zhang Ming pointed at it and said loudly: "Only this damn repeater has survived in history for a long time, recording my existence. What a tragic thing."

Shimama was even more stunned. Whose life are you lamenting?

However, Zhang Ming was in a good mood. So many compatriots he didn't know were caring about him and even sent him a letter.

Especially the appearance of this strange floating bottle means that he has another way of communicating with human civilization... Even if it takes more than half a year to send it, and it takes more than a year to go back and forth, it is still a way of communication.

!

"I will definitely send back some gifts to all mankind!" Zhang Ming shouted at the boundless ocean.

The repeater heard this sound and quickly repeated it, for fear of missing every opportunity to fart: "I will definitely give back some gifts to all mankind!"

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It was getting late, Zhang Ming picked up Shimama and returned to the camp to rest. The firewood rose, slightly dispersing the surrounding darkness.

He wants to write a reply.

The gray-white memory photos flashed through my mind, as if there were countless things I wanted to say to my compatriots, but no way to start.

I was too lazy to cook dinner, so I just ate some meat to finish my work.

Zhang Ming read the letter dozens of times in a row. The thin paper seemed to have magic power, and he almost memorized it.

I looked at the teacher's poster again, feeling inexplicably a little bit ready to move.

He hasn't seen a human being for a long, long time. Several women suddenly appeared, even if they were just photos, but...

"On that sunset afternoon, I said to her, could she bury her head in your yellow sweater? I like your yellow sweater very much! She said shyly, no..." Shimama's obscenity

The mean nature showed up again, and the old voice was trembling.

The nature of the repeater is evil. It must have its own thinking. After learning human language, it becomes more and more mean.

Zhang Ming took the teacher's photo and glanced at the spiritual value.

[Spirit value: 42/200] (You are tempted by something and can’t wait to enter a corrupt world!!)

"If you read it again, I will never tell that story again!"

Shimama immediately closed her mouth.

Shimama began to read the electromagnetic waves in the air: "Hello everyone, listeners, I am Li Xianfeng, and I will bring you first-hand news today."

The evil degenerate Zhang Ming quickly zipped up the tent and allowed Shimama to play the recording outside: "The first phase of Daxia's defense deployment...the 20 million militia team has begun..."

"The four oceans are occupied by mysterious zones, and the proportion of people with super powers on the earth continues to rise..."

"Don't disturb me, I want to be alone today! Go to the turtles!" Zhang Ming yelled in the tent.

Shimama rolled away.

……

That night, Zhang Ming wrote a reply with excitement.

He really wanted to write this letter with great literary talent and turn it into a perfect composition. This wonderful feeling was like going back to the time of his youth when he climbed over the wall to play games in an Internet cafe. The moment he turned on the computer, he was filled with anxiety, anticipation, excitement, and anxiety.

, there is even a little bit of worry in it...

Simply put, people have gone crazy because they haven’t socialized for a long time!

I wrote several versions in a row before I came up with content that was barely satisfactory.

"Hello, Mr. Wang Fumin."

"I, Zhang Ming, am trapped on an island. The goods are genuine."

"Is there a mirage in the sky broadcasting me live... No wonder I feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy deep in my heart as soon as I approach the beach."

"Based on past information, I have some guesses in my mind. Fortunately, I haven't done anything embarrassing."

"It should be the so-called 'Earth Gaia Consciousness' that is paying attention to me. It seems that it attaches great importance to me. Maybe my utilization value is relatively high. Haha, it is also a good thing. It doesn't matter if the world pays attention to it. I will give it back

It gave me a little bit of psychological comfort, at least I knew someone was still thinking about me."

"The world is changing so fast. Both you and I have begun to accept this sudden supernatural era. A year ago, we might not have been able to imagine the drastic changes in the world. A year later, both you and I have begun to accept this sudden supernatural era.

Trying to adapt to this era and struggling to survive in the larger world."
To be continued...