Bury the Whole Universe Alive

Chapter 1

Bury the Whole Universe Alive – Chapter 1: I Have a Superpower

Zuo Si was born with a superpower. When she could not speak, everything was still very ordinary. One day, Zuo Si began to learn to speak, then the gears of fate began to turn from then on.

When Zuo Si was six years old, she had to listen to a story of “Three Hundred and Sixty-five Nights” every night before she would go to sleep.

This day, Zuo Si suddenly had a whim, took the storybook from her grandmother’s hand, looked carefully at the words in front of her and looked again and again, and finally read with great confidence, “A long, long time ago, there was a country with a beautiful princess …”

Zuo Si’s grandmother was very happy that her granddaughter is so smart, smiling at the side listening to Zuo Si read the book. She didn’t even say anything when heard Zuo Si read the wrong word, but laughing and clapping. Zuo Si felt sleepy when she read, so she directly fell to the pillow. Zuo Si’s grandmother smiled at Zuo Si, covered the quilt for her, and lied next to her.

The next day, Zuo Si’s grandmother died at the age of seventy-five, which was considered a long life at the time, so her family wasn’t too sad.

Zuo Si still didn’t understand what is called “grandmother went to heaven”. She only knew that from now on, she could no longer play with her grandmother. She sadly kneeled in front of the picture and cried for a long time, said “come back, grandmother”, cried and burned the storybook to her grandmother.

When Zuo Si was seven years old, she started elementary school.

There is a class in the elementary school called language, and this class has an assignment called “essay”.

Of course, in the first grade of elementary school, the “essay” class doesn’t have a too high requirement and usually becomes a daily examination of the diary.

Zuo Si did not like this class very much. After going home and looking at the school-issued diary over and over again, she still can’t think of what to write. She had an idea, and she wrote the story she had heard before.

A long, long time ago, a small country had a beautiful princess …

As the diary only requires about one hundred words, Zuo Si counted the number of words and stopped at one hundred words. As for the story behind it, well, write it tomorrow.

Zuo Si’s intention is very good, but unfortunately it did not come true.

The next day her diary was taken out by the language teacher and criticized by name. She was strictly ordered not to use the story to make up the number.

Zuo Si was very aggrieved. No one had told her what not to write in her diary, and she went back to her diary in tears and wrote: Today I was scolded by the teacher, very sad. After that, she wrote “sad, sad, sad…” until it reached a hundred words.

On the third day, Zuo Si’s diary was again criticized by name, but this time it was another language teacher who criticized her. The previous one was unfortunately hospitalized yesterday because of a car accident.

So on the third day, Zuo Si sadly wrote in her diary: my teacher is hospitalized, I hope she can come out alive.

Zuo Si’s intentions were good, but unfortunately, this wording was not understood by the teacher.

As a matter of course, she was criticized again on the fourth day. This time by a new teacher, and it was said that the previous language teacher had fallen into the sewer on her way to work today.

In this way, Zuo Si maintained the frequency of seeing new teachers every day, until ten fingers were counted, she heard that her first language teacher had died in hospital.

Zuo Si wrote in her diary on the day she heard the terrible news: I was so sad that the teacher didn’t make it out alive, I wanted to finish writing that story before and give it to the teacher. Then she finished writing the story with far more than a hundred words.

After another day, Zuo Si heard that those teachers who could not continue teaching due to illness and injury were recovering one after another. But by this time, her language class had already been taken up by the P.E. teacher because no one else was willing to teach the language class. In the end, Zuo Si was taught the language by the P.E. teacher for six years.

In the year Zuo Si graduated from elementary school, she sent her language teacher her last essay as the language class representative – a four hundred word essay about a fairy tale. Due to the word limit, the story was not finished.

The P.E. teacher, who was also the language teacher, read the essay with a single glance, formally praised Zuo Si, and lamented in her heart that the torture had finally finished. But the next day Zuo Si graduated, the P.E. teacher was hospitalized because she had unfortunately been hit in the head by a falling object from a high building.

Zuo Si took a few friends to visit the teacher. She was inwardly grateful to this teacher, because this was the only good teacher who would not blame her. Looking at the unconscious teacher, she decided to finish the story she hadn’t finished.

Zuo Si sent her little friend away and sat by the teacher’s hospital bed, biting her fingers and starting to make up stories.

This scene simply moved the medical staff to tears. What a good student! What a touching scene!

After that, a miracle happened!

When Zuo Si finished her story, the physical education teacher who had been in a coma for three days miraculously woke up and held Zuo Si’s hand with tears streaming down her face.

The paramedics poured in and Zuo Si was squeezed to the back, but she was so happy that she felt the teacher had been awakened by her story, and she went home with that satisfaction.

Three months later, Zuo Si, who was a broadcaster at the junior high school, recited a story she had written. The next day, more than half of the school fell ill, and after much thought, Zuo Si continued to read her story on the third day, and at that very night, all those who had fallen ill were cured.

Zuo Si finally understood.

It turns out she has a superpower.

She shoulders the burden of telling stories to people all over the world. If they don’t listen to her stories, they will get sick and hurt, as long as they listen to her stories, people will not get sick and hurt.

Thirteen-year-old Zuo Si set an ambitious goal.

One day, she would let everyone in the world hear her story.

A month later, a writer with the pen name “April” appeared on the Internet, serializing stories with juvenile writing, broken logic, and inconsistent words.

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