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时晴wokeuptothesoundofherphonebuzzingonhernightstand.Sheslowlyopenedhereyes,groggilytakinginhersurroundings.Shewaslyinginacomfortable-lookingbed,withsoft,whitesheetsandaplushduvetcoveringher.Theroomwasdecoratedinasleek,modernstyle,withlargewindowsthatletinplentyofnaturallight.
Asshesatupandlookedaround,shenoticedasmalltablebesidethebed,withalaptopopenonit.Amessageonthescreencaughthereye:“Welcomeback,timetraveler.Youhavebeenbroughthereforareason.“
Timetraveler?Whatdidthatevenmean?Sherubbedhertemples,tryingtorememberhowshehadgottenhere.Thelastthingsherememberedwasreadingaromancenovelinbed,andthen...this.
Shelookedaroundtheroomagain,takingintheunfamiliarsurroundings.Everythingseemedso...modern.Wherewasshe,exactly?
Suddenly,thelaptopscreenflickeredbacktolife,displayingamessage:“Youarecurrentlyinaworldwherethemainplotrevolvesaround‘runningwiththeball‘.Youwillneedtonavigatethroughkeyeventsthatcannotbeavoided.“
“Uh-huh,“shemutteredtoherself,tryingtomakesenseofitall.Whatdidthatevenmean?Shehadnoideawhat‘runningwiththeball‘referredto.
Justthen,therewasaknockatthedoor.“Comein!“shecalledout,hopingsomeonewouldanswer.
Thedooropened,andatall,handsomemanwalkedin.Hesmiledather,andshefeltajoltofelectricityrunthroughherbody.
“Hello,“hesaid,hisvoicedeepandsmooth.“I‘mgladyou‘reawake.MynameisEthan,bytheway.“
“Ethan?“sherepeated,feelingalittlemoreawakenowthatshehadsomeonetotalkto.
“Yes,“hereplied,sittingdowninthechairoppositeherbed.“So,what‘syourstory?Howdidyouenduphere?“
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