The God of Destruction

"Achen, get up, and you will be late if you can't go to school."

In his ear, a familiar voice sounded, Pan Chen opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling, his head hurt for a while.

"Really, there is no limit to playing games every day." Everything has returned to reality. This complaint Pan Chen is too familiar to be familiar with.

Suddenly sitting up in amazement, looking at the messy room, the computer in front of the bed was still on, and the screen of the end of the League of Legends remained on the screen.

"Have you come back?" Pan Chen felt all the familiar things around him, and hurriedly went to the window, pulling hard, and the dazzling sun suddenly shone through the glass.

"Really come back"

Everything that is full of modernity in front of me, the towering towering building, the endless stream of car dragons, all reminded Pan Chen that he returned to his real life.

"Squeak." The door was opened, "Wake you up, still thinking"

The mother pushed open the room and saw Pan Chen standing in front of the window, murmured without saying a word, and said: "Wake up and wash your teeth as soon as you get up, breakfast is ready."

Turning her head, the mother in the apron was looking at herself with dissatisfaction. How familiar that look was, everything that used to be offensive, now seems so amiable.

Walking to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, everything is the same as before, except that the beard has grown a little.

Was it a dream in the past?

Pan Chen looked at himself in the mirror and asked, it was like a dream, but it happened so familiarly, everything that happened happened vividly.

After breakfast, carrying his schoolbag, Pan Chen walked to the street and looked at the crowd who were busy with his life rhythm, as if he had also integrated into this group.

Before, Pan Chen could understand these people who gradually lost themselves for money fame and fortune, but after experiencing that "dream", he felt that he and the world seemed a little out of place.

Because in this world, there are still many things worth pursuing, but it is just because of the reality in front of them. They have to abandon their dreams, lose their own nature, and are slowly absorbed by this melting pot called society. .

With a slight smile, maybe you will eventually become one of them.

Walking forward, when he passed the street, he suddenly heard Namiko's familiar voice and looked up in amazement.

However, he was disappointed, and he also forgot that Namiko didn't belong to this world at all. The sound he heard was nothing more than the animation of "Slam Dunk" playing on the screen in front of a shop.

"Huh?" A glance flashed in Pan Chen's eyes, standing in the Manzhan shop and looking inside. The scene of "dream" hit his brain like a flood of a **** at this moment.

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Entering the shop, Pan Chen returned to that dream repeatedly, and felt like being there

"Are you all okay." Pan Chen choked with tears in his eyes, his hands gently touching the characters on the cover of the comic book.

Although it's just a cover, in Pan Chen's eyes, they are still so lively, from their eyes, they can see the blood full of blood.

One by one, Pan Chen's face has been blurred by tears. This feeling is clearly the familiar parting of life and death, but he can only touch their portraits drawn in pen.

In the end, Pan Chen stood in front of the "Slam Dunk" with comic books, video discs and figurines on it.

"Akagi, Rukawa, Sakuragi, Mitsui, Miyagi" looked at the familiar portraits above, Pan Chen read out their names one by one, and finally picked up only a petite girl mud puppet.

"Namiko." Pan Chen looked at the clay puppet in his hand and smiled, so bleak.

In that "dream", I didn't even have a word to say goodbye, and I had already returned to this world. I'm afraid this is the most regrettable thing.

"You are also a slam dunk mystery." A middle-aged Mediterranean man walked to Pan Chen who was looking at the little clay figure in a daze, smiling and approaching.

"Did you watch the episode that was updated last night? Xiangbei defeated Shanwang Industry and entered the quarter-finals!" The middle-aged boss said excitedly, "Ruchuan Feng is a great player on the field. Shanwang Industry has no way to take him . "

Pan Chen seemed to be electrocuted, his body shook suddenly, Xiangbei won the Shanwang Industry?

I hurriedly opened the comic book, but the update above was only at the beginning of the duel with Shanwang Industry.

"The comic book hasn't been updated yet. Go to the official website to see it." The boss took out his mobile phone and pressed a webpage very swiftly. There were a few words on the screen "beat the king's team"

"Oh, I just don't know if they can win the championship. This is really exciting." The middle-aged man said with contemplation, he seemed to have reached a crazy level of enthusiasm for the slam dunk.

"Yes!" Pan Chen said without hesitation. "The champion of the national league must be from Xiangbei!"

The boss was taken aback by Pan Chen's sudden loud voice, then he smiled and said, "Yeah, the champion must be theirs."

Soon, Pan Chen walked out of the Manzhan store and looked at the rising sun. The tears in the corners of his eyes had been wiped dry, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Rukawa, you must come on!" Pan Chen said quietly in the heart to the sun, as if Rukawa Feng they were standing in front of them, and they were still guiding them.

Facing the sun, in the vast sea of ​​people, a lone figure was striding forward. From his walking posture, he saw full confidence in the future.

And in his hand, he also held an unassuming doll, who sculpted Namiko's face clearly.

"We will see you again! Everyone."