[Human Past Events] (1-8) Author: Poro_Ero

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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 erection 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 bumped into Liu Ruofan coming out of the girls' dormitory across the hall. Liu Ruofan was Yang
Tianming 's classmate, but they weren't very close. She waved politely to Yang Tianming, greeting him with a smile:
"Ming—God—" Yang Tianming waved back: "Good morning." Although Liu Ruofan's appearance was ordinary,
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 she called him "God Ming" was that although Yang Tianming's family was not well-off, his academic performance was exceptionally good, and in the eyes of his classmates, he was already a god-like figure
who surpassed even students.

Liu Ruofan also had a pair of fair thighs, more fragrant than jelly, sweeter than chicken legs, and softer than candy sticks,
looking like anyone would want to take a bite of. Yang Tianming just watched as Liu Ruofan swung her thighs
rhythmically as she walked out of the dormitory area gate and turned right and left. To the right of the dormitory area was a commercial area, with everything
from , but the things were quite expensive. Yang Tianming touched his campus 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 reeked of fried food, creating a distorted addiction. The daily smell of oil
made him feel slightly nauseous, but after a while, it smelled incredibly familiar and delicious. Yang Tianming
went to the window, ordered a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge, swiping his campus card for 1.2 yuan. The female clerk at the window, with
her haughty demeanor , finally made Yang Tianming's aroused erection subside. She called out to the back, "A bowl of porridge!"
The porridge server was an elderly woman, her face almost completely obscured by wrinkles. Hearing the clerk's
order, she nervously picked up a bowl, laboriously scooped out a bowl of porridge, 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 here ╮(╯_╰)╭."

After breakfast, Yang Tianming strolled along the main avenue of the campus, flanked by lush camphor trees and flowerbeds.
A spring breeze stirred, attracting butterflies and bees—a truly enchanting scene! Indeed, this was the world's largest university—Academy
City. Located in one of the world's largest cities, Academy City sits at a crossroads of nine provinces, boasting picturesque
landscapes of mountains and rivers, and magnificent bridges spanning the landscape. 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 third-year student, professors
told him that he needed to complete "self-cultivation" to advance from Level 3. For the past two years, Yang Tianming had been relentlessly
bombarded with various knowledge and theories, feeling like he was becoming a "human-shaped scientific machine." Aside from those theories and sexual
desires, Yang Tianming's memories of other things had gradually become hazy. He only stubbornly remembered that he had
started preparatory school early and, although he was now a junior, he had just turned 20.

The weather was sunny today, but some grayish-yellow smoke appeared in the distance, followed by
a muffled "bang" in the distance, and an even larger cloud of black smoke rose. Yang Tianming gradually awoke from his self-absorbed
reverie and sensed something was wrong. Last night, he had seen on social media that his classmates had gone to the city center
to petition, and it was said that there had been violent incidents 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 he was
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 man saw Yang Tianming, adjusted
his hat , pointed his baton at Yang Tianming, and shouted, "There's still one student! Don't run!" Yang Tianming
was completely bewildered by this inexplicable statement and turned to run. Due to a lack of exercise, Yang Tianming felt his speed was slightly
slow, and he grew increasingly anxious as he ran. Looking back, he saw the security guard chasing after him like a madman; there were red marks on his black baton
, which looked like blood. The more Yang Tianming thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his legs involuntarily went weak. Suddenly, Yang Tianming had a flash of inspiration and
turned to run into the teaching building. But little did he expect that the security guard wouldn'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, Yang Tianming climbed onto the window of the corridor 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. Security guards yelled at him and swung their batons
at him, but luckily they missed the outer wall.

After catching his breath, Yang Tianming glanced at his watch and activated voice search. It 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 Academy City. "campusnews," Yang Tianming commanded. The watch announced
: "The City Governance Committee has issued a notice that, according to the model of social cybernetics, a small-
scale disturbance has occurred as expected, but this is definitely not the arrival of a chaotic era, but merely a controlled release of conflict. Therefore, students staying overnight in
dormitories to 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 function, got up to leave, but found there were no stairs leading downstairs.

Yang Tianming discovered the wooden ladder and continued climbing until he reached the top of the clock tower. It was a small, enclosed
space with a glass dome for shelter from the wind and rain, and ventilation openings letting in cool breezes. It had become a veritable playground for birds.
Bird droppings covered the ground. Exhausted, Yang Tianming didn't care and plopped down on the ground, scouting
the situation outside.

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

Yang Tianming suddenly spotted 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 this century's LV.0 students 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, a mix of wishing he were that security guard and a deep longing. At least he wanted to
hear the girl's screams and moans, but alas, there was no sound. Yang Tianming visually
estimated the distance to be only about 150 meters; sound should have reached his
ears in less than half a second, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear anything. The girl was being held down by the security guard, only her limbs struggling.

Yang Tianming adjusted his 1000-degree nearsighted glasses, then lowered his head in disappointment, lying face down on the ground,
staring the large clock below. The long pendulum swung back and forth, as if time was 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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