Chapter 1 Don’t Stop Believing

Author: TrojanRW

Chapter 1 Don’t Stop Believing

[Realistic synchronization is in progress, progress: 21%]

"Don't stop believing, grab this feeling..."

"Bright neon lights, like weaving pedestrians, oh..."

Journey's famous song "Don't Stop Believin'" has become Han Yi's unshakable wake-up alarm since high school. Along with this all-too-familiar exciting melody, he frowned, breathed a long sigh of relief, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

I opened my sleepy eyes.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated into the house through the milky white blinds, casting mottled light and shadow on the beige walls. Han Yi, who had just woken up, was still in a daze, but the red triangular flag nailed opposite the single bed

But it can be seen clearly.

It has the texture of wool, an ocher background, an embossed school emblem embroidered in warm gold, and two rows of capital letters.

University of Southern California.

The school flag of the University of Southern California?

Half-propping up his body with his elbows, Han Yi looked at the flag shining brightly in the sun with some confusion, his brows furrowing even more tightly.

Although he has a deep affection for his alma mater, he is not a person who likes to show off his past achievements all the time. In addition, the incident a few years ago left him with some regrets about the unfinished fate of USC. Therefore, before returning to China,

After that, Han Yi collected all the peripherals related to his alma mater and never looked at them again.

The school flag that was pressed at the bottom of the box suddenly hung on the wall intact as new, which was quite strange.

Confused and puzzled, Han Yi quickly scanned the room. Every time he used his eyes to distinguish something, the panic in his heart deepened.

The black Digital Storm game laptop that was scrapped two years ago due to a burned-out motherboard, the various papers, textbooks and syllabus scattered in the upper storage space on the desk, and even the black iPhone 6S Plus that is being charged next to the pillow

, all of which suddenly sounded like a fire alarm that could only be heard in American apartment buildings, impacting Han Yi's cognition.

This was not the reality he was familiar with, absolutely not.

This is obviously the apartment he rented when he was in college.

Han Yi hurriedly clicked on the screen of his mobile phone, and the numbers that appeared in front of him proved this.

February 29, 2016, 07:13.

Probably a lucid dream.

When Han Yi saw the time, he was not as nervous as before. Although he has never had a lucid dream, he has seen related discussions on Zhihu countless times. Being able to act independently and think independently in dreams is precisely

The biggest feature of lucid dreaming.

Thinking of this, Han Yi sat up with interest, ready to get out of bed and explore in his dream.

But the moment his toes touched the gray carpet, something changed suddenly.

[Realistic synchronization completed]

A ring of green-blue light tightly wrapped around Han Yi's feet, blooming with an almost coquettish color. Then, the halo spread rapidly in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the entire room was coated with a layer of heterochromatic filters full of science fiction.

mirror.

"Hello, Han Yi."

The screen of the Digital Storm lit up without warning, displaying a line of English letters. After Han Yi saw the content clearly, the letters shattered into strokes, jumping and dancing as if alive, holding hands with each other happily.

Hug, tightly entwine, rearrange and form Chinese characters with the same meaning.

"The past seven years... have been a very difficult journey, haven't they?"

Seeing this sentence, Han Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing stopped for an instant. He didn't even bother to put on his slippers, and rushed to the computer with bare feet, wanting to see the words more clearly.

But just as Han Yi's fingertips touched the screen, the words drifted away like smoke, and the screen went dark again.

Before Han Yi could react, the next paragraph of text appeared. However, this time the text did not have any medium or carrier. The letters were like exquisite sculptures of different shapes, suspended in mid-air, far away from Han Yi.

The tip of his nose is only a few inches away.

"Don't doubt it, Han Yi. Everything you see is real.

In the past seven years, you have experienced drastic changes in your family, the betrayal of your best friends, and the disastrous failure of your career. You have fallen from the peak to the bottom, free fall. You once had the best hope, but in exchange you were given the most embarrassing lesson.

Fortunately, you still kept your fighting spirit. You didn't give up until the last moment, and of course it shouldn't have been the last moment. This was our mistake, and I believe you will understand, right?"

As if showing off his miracle, the words in front of Han Yi kept changing shapes, colors and mapping positions. They jumped from his eyes to the wall, then teleported from the wall to the closet door, and then projected again.

Go to the bathroom sink mirror facing the closet.

"This will be a brand new life, a good opportunity to start over."

Through this line of text, Han Yi saw himself in the mirror seven years ago.

Not that haggard, not that puffy, and at 176cm, neither tall nor short, at least in Los Angeles, a cosmopolitan city where many races live together, it can be considered a medium figure. The puffy eye sockets and messy broken hair affect the overall look and feel.

, but can still be called a clean and handsome face.

"This dream is quite realistic."

After staring blankly in the mirror for a long time, Han Yi suddenly murmured to himself.

"Why do you come back to your lucid dream?"

?

The text in the mirror slowly formed a question mark.

"I kind of want to go shopping on campus, but I have to go to the bank early tomorrow morning. I heard that lucid dreaming can be tiring." Han Yi picked up the toothbrush inserted in the mouthwash cup and pointed the handle at his chest.

He stabbed twice suddenly, grinning and sucking in a breath of cold air, "Good guy, it still hurts... You can't even wake up, it's broken..."

"Hey, I have it!"

Han Yi clapped his hands, opened the faucet, pushed down the plug, and started to store water.

Seeing that the water level was almost the same, Han Yi jumped in without hesitation.

It is said that you can wake up if you are strongly stimulated in a dream by something that is an extreme situation in reality. This trick will definitely work.

However, before Han Yi could experience the feeling of drowning, a huge force pulled up his neck and threw him backwards. The pulling force was very huge, but strangely, Han Yi, who hit the bathroom wall, did not

I felt half a bit of pain, as if I had fallen on a mattress that had no elasticity but was extremely soft.

Immediately, another invisible but irresistible force pressed his whole body against the wall, making him unable to move.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The new text that emerged looked a little angry, and there was no conversion between Chinese and English. The font color was charcoal red, and there were special effects of smoke.

"You are already dead in that world. This is your last life. If you waste it, you can never make up for it. Do you understand?"

Before Han Yi could answer, the iPhone flew in front of him out of thin air.

"Open it."

Two English words appeared above the phone again, accompanied by a downward arrow sign, which was quite thoughtful.

"You should open it now, it's important to you."

Seeing that Han Yi still didn't respond, the phone seemed to have suddenly come to life. It moved forward half an inch and came close to the peak of his nose, as if it was a more urgent reminder.

"You are holding me down, brother!"

The only man in the world who had his mobile phone pressed against the wall cried out in frustration. Now he could only blink and couldn't even move a finger.

As the last syllable fell, Han Yi felt his whole body relax, and the pressure that enveloped his whole body suddenly disappeared. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva to moisten his dry throat, he raised his left arm and swiped up the screen of his phone.

The apps on the screen are the same as in the memory. YouTube, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, WeChat, Scottrade... But strangely, these apps have all turned gray. Even the Safari, phone and text message icons at the bottom of the main interface are gray.

of.

The only colorful icon is the blue icon located at the bottom right of the third page of the main interface and at the end of all apps.

In the center of the icon is a white octagon neatly cut at four diagonal vertices. And below the icon are two simple English words.

Chase Mobile.

Chase Bank?

Han Yi frowned slightly. Since coming to the United States to study in 2012, he has only used Wells Fargo Bank.

This time, no text prompt was needed, he clicked in on his own.

User ID, login password... If there is a second person at the scene at this time, he will definitely think that Han Yi is practicing some street magic. Because Han Yi's hand is hanging in the air, without even moving, the keyboard will automatically

All information is entered.

As the Enter key is pressed, the App jumps to the user's main interface.

The design of Chase Bank’s mobile app is very simple, with a sapphire blue background color and an ivory white function bar, with only a few pieces of information written on it:

[Good morning, Yi]

[February 29, 2016]

[Chase Private Banking Trading Account(6102)]

[$52,890,454.76, available balance]

[JP Morgan Wealth Management Account(3880)]

[$133,772,890.00, available balance]

I have modified the system performance that everyone feels is not appropriate. I would like to apologize to everyone here. In fact, there is no intelligent scene of the system later, so please feel free to watch it!
Chapter completed!