My Sister is Fuji

Su Mu was not in a hurry to open the notebook, but looked at Wang Dexin with strange eyes.

Wang Dexin's complexion kept changing, and finally bowed his head in submission and said, "I saw an indescribable scene. It's about me, so I won't talk about it. You will understand when you see it."

Wang Dexin's expression slowly became distorted and excited: "The contents inside are really indescribable, just take a look, and you'll understand how I feel!"

Su Mu focused his attention on the notebook.

Su Mu didn't have any disgusting feeling, there was a strange feeling that the more he looked at it, the more it looked like an ordinary notebook, as if the notebook itself had a life, confusing him, and he didn't want him to open it.

I put my hand on the cover of the notebook and rubbed it lightly a few times. It felt extremely rough, not smooth at all, and it felt extremely bad.

Do not!

Su Mu thought of something, and dawdled a few times, maybe the cover of this book itself is a smooth object - because human hands are not smooth, so it feels rough to the touch - this is his junior high school chemistry class, the first experiment What Teacher Shi taught Su Mu and the others.

Su Mu looked at Wang Dexin, Wang Dexin stared at him, making Su Mu feel a little uncomfortable.

It is rare for Su Mu to feel uncomfortable - especially the gaze of an ordinary person.

Su Mu opened the cover and looked at the contents inside.

It is not a white page, but a branch with black lines.

Su Mu even flipped through several pages, and it was the same.

Su Mu slowly gave birth to the idea: This is an ordinary notebook, don't read it any more, it's a waste of time, just put it aside like this.

wrong!

Su Mu stared at the notebook closely, feeling that it was alive, and then confused him to put the notebook down.

Is this notebook a living thing?

So how to use it?

Su Mu imagined that the notebook was alive, like a heart beating slightly.

The notebook seemed to expand and contract slightly, beating like a heart.

Su Mu stared straight at the contents of the notebook, and with a thought, pictures slowly appeared on the pages of the book.

Su Mu saw a picture in the notebook: he was sitting in the room, writing something with his back to him.

He held up a poker card, with the back facing Su Mu.

There is a pattern of arrows on it, and the small print on the pattern reads the brand of the playing card - destiny.

Stuffed the playing cards into the envelope and held two photos in his hand.

He took down the "Shakespeare Collected Works" from the shelf, found a certain page, stuffed it with an envelope and a photo, and clamped it shut.

Just as he was about to stuff the book into the bookshelf, he stopped suddenly, took out the envelope inside, and turned around.

With the same face as Su Mu, he glanced around like looking in a mirror, and suddenly found the position, and met Su Mu's eyes directly.

Su Mu on the page smiled, took out the envelope, and revealed his ID card with some ulterior motive, stuffing it into the book as if reminding him of something.

The picture ends here, and the thin strips are messy and miscellaneous, twisting together until they finally stop.

No matter how Su Mu stared at the notebook, the notebook did not respond, and it no longer beat slightly like a heart. Even when Su Mu gently tore a small corner of the book and made a small hole in the middle, there was no reaction at all.

Su Mu felt bored and returned the notebook to Wang Dexin.

Wang Dexin took it excitedly, and as if he had found a treasure, he shouted like crazy: "You have seen it! The things inside are simply amazing! It is simply, it is a gift from God-this kind of thing is not something that humans can do. products of creation."

As Wang Dexin spoke, he excitedly turned the pages of the book, his eyes got closer and closer, and he wanted to be completely in the pages of the book, and even had the illusion that the whole person wanted to get into the book.

Su Mu secretly glanced at the notebook Wang Dexin was looking at, but he saw nothing.

But Wang Dexin saw another world from it.

Su Mu was even more bored, and even felt that the bumpy holes on the railings, or the weeds and flowers in the flowerbeds were much more vivid and interesting than the notebook.

"What are you doing!" Zhu Juan at the door looked at Wang Dexin who was looking at the notebook in disbelief.

Zhu Juan stood behind the embarrassing labor committee member. She tried her best to delay, but there was no way.

Zhu Juan looked at Su Mu hesitantly.

Su Mu moved away boringly, assuming a posture that had nothing to do with him.

Seeing this, Zhu Juan glared at Wang Dexin, and walked towards him fiercely.

"So... so it is like this!" Wang Dexin murmured like crazy, holding the notebook exaggeratedly, his eyes fixed on the pages.

"Give it back to me!" Zhu Juan wanted to snatch the notebook angrily.

But Wang Dexin's reaction suddenly became much faster, and he grabbed the notebook backwards.

"This book, it's mine!" Wang De yelled frantically, gritting his teeth.

"Give it to me!" Zhu Juan showed her fangs like steel nails.

Two people, one pulling one side of the book, turned into a tug-of-war.

The notebook is stretched so tight, it's really amazing the material it's made of.

The two of them tugged so hard, but nothing happened.