[Human Past Events] (1-2)

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"Ah...that feels so good." Yang Tianming stretched and yawned. "Another beautiful day is about to begin."

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Yang Tianming suddenly realized that a male morning physiological phenomenon had occurred: his lower body was erect

like a small tent. Thinking of the comics he had stayed up until the early hours of the morning yesterday, he wished there really was an

angel to comfort him. Putting aside these unrealistic fantasies, Yang Tianming

leaped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, quickly finished washing up, grabbed his campus card, and went downstairs for breakfast.

Just as he stepped out of the boys' dormitory, he happened to run into Liu Ruofan coming out of the girls' dormitory across the hall. Liu Ruofan was Yang

Tianming 's classmate, but they weren't very familiar with each other. She politely waved to Yang Tianming and greeted him with a smile:

"Ming—Shen—" Yang Tianming waved back: "Good morning." Although Liu Ruofan's appearance was unremarkable,

her voice was sweet and clear, making Yang Tianming's heart melt and his mouth feel as sweet as if he had eaten candy. The reason he was called "Ming Shen" (meaning "God of Light")

was that although Yang Tianming's family was poor, his academic performance was exceptionally good, making him a god-like figure in the eyes of his classmates, even

surpassing the top students.

Liu Ruofan also had a pair of fair thighs, more fragrant than jelly, sweeter than chicken legs, and softer than candy sticks;

they looked so tempting that anyone would want to take a bite. Yang Tianming watched helplessly as Liu Ruofan swung his thighs

rhythmically as he walked out of the dormitory area and turned right. To the right of the dormitory area was a commercial district,

offering everything from food and drinks to entertainment, though things were quite expensive. Yang Tianming touched his student ID card, lamenting his bad luck, and comforted himself

by saying, "The food outside isn't clean, I might as well go to the public cafeteria."

The cafeteria was filled with the smell of fried food, creating a distorted addiction. The daily smell of oil

would make feel slightly nauseous, but after a period of abstinence, the smell would become especially familiar and fragrant. Yang Tianming

went to the window, ordered a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge, and swiped his student ID card for 1.2 yuan. The

old-fashioned finally made Yang Tianming's excited lower body limp. She called out to the back, "A bowl of porridge,"

and the person serving the porridge was an elderly woman, her face so wrinkled it almost covered her eyes. Hearing the clerk's

order, she nervously picked up a bowl, laboriously scooped out a bowl of porridge with a spoon, and respectfully

handed it to the clerk. I took my breakfast, randomly found a seat, and habitually looked around. "Strange

, what's going on today? Not a single pretty girl ╮(╯_╰)╭."

After finishing breakfast, Yang Tianming strolled along the main road of the campus, flanked by lush camphor trees and flower bushes.

The spring breeze blew, attracting butterflies and bees to dance and flutter, so lively! That's right, this is the world's largest school—Academy

City. Academy City is located in one of the world's largest cities, situated at the crossroads of nine provinces. It boasts picturesque landscapes

with mountains and rivers, and magnificent bridges spanning the water. Academy City itself is a

"city within a city," enjoying a high degree of autonomy, extending its academic reach to industry, ultimately forming a miniature,

high-tech urban society. Yang Tianming spent his high school years in Academy City's preparatory class, followed

by two years of university study. His first year focused on "investigating things," his second on "attaining knowledge," and now, as a junior, professors

tell students that they must complete "self-cultivation" to advance from level 3. These past two years, Yang Tianming has been

bombarded all sorts of knowledge and theories, feeling like he's almost become a "human-shaped scientific machine." Aside from those theories and his sexual

needs, Yang Tianming's memories of other things have become increasingly hazy; he only stubbornly remembers that he

started preparatory class early, and although he's a junior now, he's only just turned 20.

The weather was sunny today, but some grayish-yellow smoke appeared in the distance, followed by

a muffled "bang" and an even larger cloud of black smoke rising. Yang Tianming gradually awoke from his self-absorbed reverie of

birdsong and fragrant flowers , sensing something was amiss. Last night, he saw on social media that his classmates had gone to the city center

to petition, and it was said that violent incidents had occurred among the student groups recently. Yang Tianming couldn't understand

why those LV.0s were so determined to follow some LV.3s in their calls for violence. He himself was also an LV.3, yet

so pathetic; he didn't even have a girlfriend, let alone a believer.

Yang Tianming felt increasingly uneasy as he walked. He was one of the late risers; there shouldn't

be no one on the road. Wait, there was someone there, wearing what looked like a security guard's uniform. The person saw Yang Tianming, adjusted

his hat , pointed at him with a baton, and shouted, "There's another student! Don't run!" Yang Tianming

was completely bewildered by this inexplicable statement and turned to run. Because of his lack of exercise, Yang Tianming felt his speed was a bit

slow, and he

became increasingly anxious as he ran. Looking back, he saw the security guard chasing him frantically, his black baton stained with red marks—it looked like blood. The more Yang Tianming thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his legs involuntarily went weak. Suddenly, a

thought struck him, and he turned and ran into the teaching building. But to his surprise, the security guard didn't give up and chased after him into the building.

Terrified, Yang Tianming immediately ran upstairs, with the security guard chasing below. Strangely, the teaching building was empty;

it was deserted, which was unsettling. Soon, Yang Tianming reached the fifth floor, the top floor. Seeing

no other way, he climbed onto the corridor window and, with all his might, jumped towards the clock tower opposite. Yang

Tianming crashed through the tempered glass and collapsed inside the clock tower, panting heavily. The security guard yelled at him and swung his baton at him

again, but luckily it deflected off the outer wall.

After catching his breath, Yang Tianming glanced at his watch and activated the voice search. That was a secondhand smartwatch a classmate

had given It was the only high-tech

product on Yang Tianming's person besides his brain that matched the Academy City. "Campus News," Yang Tianming issued a voice command. The watch alerted

him: "The City Governance Committee has issued a notice that, according to the model of social cybernetics, a small-

scale disturbance has occurred as expected. However, this is definitely not the arrival of a chaotic era, but merely a controlled release of conflict. Therefore, students staying overnight in

dormitories remain where they are and not go out until the situation calms down."

"Damn it, what kind of nonsense is this!" Yang Tianming complained. The watch immediately responded: "Illegal words detected,

execution denied." Yang Tianming turned off the smart voice and got up to leave, only to find there were no stairs leading downstairs.

Yang Tianming found a wooden ladder and continued climbing, reaching the top floor of the clock tower. It was a small mezzanine, with a glass dome

above for shelter from the wind and rain, and ventilation openings letting in cool air. It had become a playground for birds,

the ground covered in bird droppings. Yang Tianming was exhausted and didn't care about anything else. He plopped down on the ground and began to scout out

the situation outside.

A few security guards were chasing students. Those caught were first beaten with batons and then dragged away.

Yang Tianming suddenly noticed a stationary figure: a petite, pretty

woman in a light blue shirt, seemingly wearing glasses, writing something on the notice board. The notice board was a relic from the last era,

later used by LV.0 students of this century as a small platform for artistic expression, where they would often create

bizarre abstract paintings. Then, two security guards pointed at the girl and slowly approached from behind.

The girl seemed oblivious, continuing to passionately write on the notice board. Even more passionately, a security guard

suddenly grabbed the girl from behind, pinned her against the wall, and began kissing her. Then he threw her to the ground and pulled her

pants down halfway. Another security guard helped hold down the girl's hands, allowing the first guard to repeatedly thrust into her genitals.

Yang Tianming felt a burning desire; he wished he were one of those security guards, yet he didn't really want to. At least he wanted to

hear the girl's screams and moans, but unfortunately, there was no sound in the scene unfolding before him. Yang Tianming visually

estimated the distance to be only about 150 meters. The sound would reach his

ears in less than half a second, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear it. The girl was being held down by the security guard, only her hands and feet struggling.

Yang Tianming adjusted his 1000-degree nearsighted glasses, lowered his head in disappointment, and lay down on the ground,

staring at the large clock below. The long pendulum swung back and forth, as if he saw time cycling rather than flowing. This gave

Yang Tianming a sense of peace. He quickly remembered that the period of a simple pendulum is 2...

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