Divine Uniqueness

Chapter 1 Academic Studies

"Old Song, a wonton shop recently opened downstairs from the company. Want to give it a try?"

"No, my sister is here today, I need to go home and look after her."

My colleague looked at me knowingly and said, "Your younger sister who's studying at University A? She's a top student."

Song Cunzhen smiled, feeling a renewed sense of anticipation for the end of the workday.

……

In the kitchen, a figure was diligently washing, chopping, and preparing ingredients.

The phone rang.

"Hey bro, I've arrived at the train station. I expect to arrive in 45 minutes."

"OKOK!"

Heat the wok, heat the oil, stir-fry, open the steamer, and the rich aroma from the flames fills the kitchen. A creak comes from the doorway, and the door opens.

"It smells so good!"

Song Xinyu said cheerfully, walking briskly to the kitchen door. Song Cunzhen put the dishes and chopsticks used for cooking into the sink and began wiping the table with a tablecloth.

"Come and serve the dishes!"

By the time Song Cunzhen finished cleaning up the kitchen, Song Xinyu had already put all the food on the table.

Braised pork belly with preserved mustard greens, mixed shredded vegetables, stir-fried cabbage, twice-cooked pork, tomato and egg soup – four dishes and one soup.

Song Xinyu picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, and looked blissful.

"tasty!

"The food in City A still doesn't suit my taste. My brother's cooking is still the best." Song Xinyu ate her meal happily and said, "By the way, brother, how about I go with you to your follow-up appointment tomorrow?"

"no."

Song Cunzhen refused.

"Ah..." Song Xinyu was a little dissatisfied, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she started talking about their recent lives. After not seeing each other for half a year, they had a lot to talk about.

After finishing their meal, Song Xinyu got up to clear the table, while Song Cunzhen smiled and went back to the kitchen to bring out a plate.

Wow, there are even snacks!

Song Xinyu's eyes lit up.

Apple pie!

Song Cunzhen placed the apple pie on the coffee table, called to Song Xinyu, and said, "Have a taste. Come sit on the sofa and rest. I'll do the dishes today."

Song Xinyu turned on the TV and watched a soap opera while eating a delicious apple pie to pass the time. Song Cunzhen walked into the kitchen and was about to wash the dishes when she suddenly stopped.

His heart began to pound uncontrollably, the blood in his body seemed to slow down, and his thoughts were locked up, making it difficult to think.

With great difficulty, Song Cunzhen turned his stiff body and looked out the window.

moon!

I clearly checked the calendar; today is a crescent moon, not a full moon.

Trembling uncontrollably, Song Cunzhen saw streaks of red blood staining the silvery crescent moon outside the window. In a moment, the moon was stained red.

Song Cunzhen's vision was also shrouded in blood. A sentence kept flashing through his mind, causing him unbearable pain. His brain felt as if it were being squeezed hard.

"cry……"

"cry……"

"cry……"

Song Cunzhen shrank into a corner where the moonlight couldn't reach, breathing heavily and weakly. Soon, Song Xinyu noticed something was wrong, drew all the curtains in the house, opened an umbrella, and carefully led Song Cunzhen into the bedroom.

Upon entering the bedroom, Song Cunzhen huddled under the covers, not letting a single ray of moonlight shine on him.

Song Xinyu looked at her brother with some worry and said, "The follow-up appointment tomorrow..."

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems during the day." A muffled voice came from under the covers. "Could you please wash the dishes?"

"OK."

After thinking for a moment, Song Xinyu handed Song Cunzhen's phone to him.

"Call on."

The sound from under the covers came again.

Early the next morning, Song Cunzhen took the subway to the Second Affiliated Hospital of C City Medical College, where he had been receiving treatment. The psychologist he consulted was a kind-looking middle-aged man with a gentle and calm tone.

"You mean, you also experienced symptoms of a panic attack yesterday?"

Dr. Han greeted him gently, and Song Cunzhen nodded and began to speak:

"Yes, yesterday was the first time this had happened when it wasn't a full moon. This situation is very unusual and somewhat worrying."

"During this episode, I felt exactly the same as before. There was a monster in my consciousness roaring and crying. I felt much better after leaving the moonlit environment."

"I reread all the books I've read about the full moon, and I didn't feel anything special. On the contrary, I felt it was a sign."

Dr. Han asked, "What do you think this is?"

"Something that will have a huge impact on the world is going to appear in reality, so I received a warning in advance," Song Cunzhen said seriously. "What will happen in this world?"

Dr. Han nodded and began to inquire about Song Cunzhen's work situation. Song Cunzhen expressed that she was very satisfied with her job. Although the salary was not high, the work was easy, and her colleagues were easy to get along with...

After a period of complaining, Song Cunzhen had a thorough discussion with Dr. Han. In the end, Dr. Han provided Song Cunzhen with psychological counseling for a period of time, but Song Cunzhen firmly believed that he was normal.

"Same time next week," Han Hanxi said wearily.

Song Cunzhen was the most stubborn patient he had ever met. Although Song Cunzhen was humble and gentle, and spoke and acted with great politeness, he was extremely stubborn in this respect, firmly believing that he could predict the future and that something big would happen in the future.

Han Hanxi knew about Song Cunzhen's family background. His parents died when he was in college, leaving him a considerable inheritance. After that, he and his sister relied on each other and lived together.

It sounds like a protagonist in a novel.

Han Hanxi hesitated for a moment, then realized that there was still plenty of time before her next consultation, so she opened her phone and started buying supplies on the discount page of the shopping app.

I'll stock up on some first, since I'll need them eventually.

After leaving the house, Song Cunzhen easily found a noodle shop with decent food and ordered a bowl of clear broth chicken noodles.

Since it wasn't mealtime, Song Cunzhen was the only customer in the noodle shop. The noodles were served quickly; they were chewy, the chicken soup was flavorful, and a few scallions were scattered on top, adding a touch of green.

The owner was humming a song while washing and chopping vegetables in the kitchen when he saw Song Cunzhen come to pay the bill. He kindly reminded her:

"By the way, the road around the corner is blocked. If you want to take the subway, you can only go from the other side and take Exit 3."

Song Cunzhen rounded the corner and indeed saw the marked warning lines and the dug-up road surface. Intermittent voices reached Song Cunzhen's ears:

"What are you afraid of? Even if they have another hundred years, they still won't find us."

"Just a mortal..."

Song Cunzhen clutched his head in agony and looked ahead again. The ordinary street before him had turned into a scene of carnage, with corpses piled up on the side of the street and blood staining the ground red.

"A pivotal moment...?"

The voice rang in my ears again, this time without the disdainful tone, but with a hint of doubt.

"Strange... Could it be that the barriers of reality have become so fragile in places I haven't noticed?"