The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

Even though he was feeling a bit resentful in his heart, it didn't stop him from moving quickly. It wasn't that he was afraid of his sister, it was just that he couldn't break his promise.

After all, my younger sister Asuka Matoki will probably come to the class to inspect our work during lunch break. Instead of being criticized tonight, it is better to set off now.

The promised superman Pingxin, attack now!

But... compared to the poker face staring at you with no emotion, the fierce look when we first met was probably more lively. Our brother-sister relationship can be considered... cordial, right? At least there's no reaction to physical contact. The boy, completely unaware of his training, spat out the toothpaste in his mouth in front of the mirror and washed his face again.

"High school...ah—"

When it comes to high school students in the East, in addition to various works related to the ACG industry, the most common impression is the world's inherent impression of JK (high school girls) and the so-called "rose-colored life", that is, the so-called "boy meets girl", and the enduring theme in the history of human creation - love.

"But...it has nothing to do with me."

After casually setting a sign, the young man lightly wet his hands and smoothed down his tangled hair. He stared blankly at the image in the mirror before him, his "traditional" Asian features, black hair and dark eyes. Despite the unruly, overgrown hair and dark circles under his eyes from being stuck at home for so long, he couldn't hide the excellent genes he inherited from both parents. With proper care, his looks could have been a 10 or even a 9 out of 6. However, his current appearance, sullen and gloomy, meant he was only a 7 or at best. To anyone who didn't know, he'd mistakenly mistake the quality of a steak for the overcooked steakhouse.

"But forget it. Just live an ordinary life. Even ordinary happiness is still happiness... And if I make it so fancy, what if they come back one day..."

There was a period of silent silence afterwards, and he finally chose to casually let his bangs loose to cover half of his face, just like he did when he was bedridden, and then walked out.

"...I'm going out."

Standing at the end of the corridor, at the stairs, the boy muttered to himself.

Naturally, no one answered.

As he walked down the stairs, Ping Xin stared at an account name on his phone in a trance - "PhoeniX"

The account first started activities in 2008. The first two works were "Requiems" dedicated to the victims of the Yan Country and Dong Country earthquakes in 2008 and 2011 respectively. As an international friend of unknown nationality and identity, it has received some attention. The works published are all music-related.

After that, the updates were intermittent and very unstable. It was not until mid-2013 that he started to carry out stable activities and his popularity soared. He was given nicknames such as "Highly Prolific Like That", "Terminator PX", "Lonely Rock", "X (Unknown)", "One-Man Band", "One Man with a Thousand Faces", etc., which made people feel awe-inspiring.

With diverse music styles, keen musical sense and easy-to-understand and down-to-earth lyrics, he has accumulated more than 1000 million fans so far. He is an absolutely popular YouTuber. He is very popular among young people in Yan Country, Dong Country and English circles. He can even be regarded as the second-tier deck after the "Weather Deck" when starting a conversation when meeting strangers.

But the good times did not last long. Perhaps the owner of the account overindulged his talent, which led to physical deterioration and damage to his foundation. At the end of November 15, the account posted a tweet on Little Blue Bird saying that it would "cease activities for an indefinite period of time". Since then, there has been no news. It has been nearly half a year since today, April 11, 2016.

Whether it's the one who checks in and visits graves every day underground, or the one who makes a serious conspiracy theory that "the owner of the account was arrested for plagiarism", or the one who found the original singer in a cover video, or the one who "went into the adult entertainment industry and was arrested", or the one who 'singed' and contracted the terminal illness athlete's foot and eventually died", no matter how many hooks you use, you can't catch a dead fish buried in the mud and sand. The owner of the account probably really ran away.

After closing his profile, Ping Xin slowly descended the stairs. He reached out his index finger to grab a tuft of hair on his forehead, twisting it and releasing it, repeating the process over and over again. This small gesture often occurred when he felt guilty or was thinking.

But now he was running out of time, because just as he finally made up his mind to send that message, his foot slipped and his phone flew away. At that moment, Ping Xin's expression became calm and indifferent, focused and fierce, like a seasoned hunter who had survived alone in the dark forest for a long time.

The stairs connecting the first and second floors are short and dense. Even if you fall down, as long as you move properly, the most you can do is roll around like a defeated knight and break a few bones. What's more, there is a large step in the middle below. As long as you don't land on your face, you can end up with no injury or minor injury.

He was relieved to know that he would not become the first shameful time traveler in history to die accidentally in his own home. If he fell here, his home hard drive and browser history would definitely be checked. If he died, it would be all over, but if he didn't die, he would also experience social death.

However, based on the current angle and initial velocity, the phone inevitably comes into close contact with a layer of marble floor and gets a Bad End where it is shattered into pieces.

If only [time] could stop, then I could easily pick up this new phone that I haven't used for a long time——

As if his wish had been heard, the world instantly turned black and white. The birds flying outside the window, the pedestrians passing by, the clouds in the sky all stopped in their tracks. The world was under his control, and all living beings submitted to him.

Ping Xin called out the name of the golden figure standing before him. It was the "Stand" belonging to the ruler of evil that appeared in the comics he loved in his previous life. It was one of the superpowers he had always dreamed of, and it was also a being that should not exist in this world.

“‘The World’?!”

Chapter 2 Now, time begins to flow!

"The World" is the stand-in for the manga "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" and its derivative works created by Hirohiko Araki in the original world.

The World is a sturdy humanoid Stand that bears a striking resemblance to DIO. It wears a headdress that covers the base of its nose, and its face and triangular shape resemble an Egyptian red crown.

It holds a small, simple pair of scuba tanks on the back, connected to the back of the mask by a short, double-ridged air tube, secured by thick, expanded ribbed straps running from the back of the waist to the front of the shoulders.

There are heart-shaped decorations on the chin, abdomen and knees.

Logically speaking, Pingxin should be very happy about the late arrival of the plug-in, but the world in the animation should have gray skin, green heart-shaped patterns and golden clothes, which are very similar to DIO's clothes.

"Why is the heart shape in this 'world' red? Like a cheap pirated copy? Is that you, Goose?"

As if reacting to Asuka Maheishin-san's muttering, the "world" looked at him.

It's hard to imagine the pressure this "superhuman being"—a person who resembles a human but isn't—exerts. Just as civilians who have never been to a battlefield can never imagine the pressure soldiers endure, it's like someone who's never seen a true beast in its natural habitat, someone who's only seen it through cages in a zoo, can't imagine how they'd be completely unable to shovel a tiger out if they encountered one in the wild.

What to do, run or fight?

You definitely can't outrun a guy who can stop time. If you want to fight, a sickly 16-year-old student with A-level destructive power who can punch through steel plates in the "world" may be worse than paper. I'm afraid he will be turned into a cheap stepping stone, boneless chicken fillet, or the raw material for hand-made diamonds.

However, it is not correct to say that this "world" is his stand. Although many human stands have self-awareness, they should obey the orders of the "Stand User". However, Ping Xin cannot feel that kind of close connection and fate connection from the golden stand in front of him.

But if the "world" isn't my stand-in, then why can I move while time is stopped? Could it be...

"Could it be that my superpower is the invincible Platinum Printer... No, Star Platinum?"

Obviously, someone is daydreaming about having a free lunch and upgrading the bound object on the spot.

Fortunately, the flow of time is different during the time-stop commentary. When the standard time reaches the second, "World" picks up the mobile phone that is still in the air and puts it in Asuka Maheishin's hand. He also helps him up after he fell down the stairs. When time stops, only Stand users (ability users) of the same type can act.

"Thank...thank you?"

As the replica of the 'world' vanished before his eyes, Ping Xin fell into deep thought...

At this time, the time has reached the 3rd second of standard time.

Then, time begins to flow.

The birds outside the window still soared in the blue sky, the pedestrians still hurried along the road, and the clouds above still drifted in the wind. Apparently, the only person who could move freely during that time and retain his memory was Asuka Maheishin. If it weren't for the dull pain in his palms where he'd supported himself from falling forward, he might have thought everything that had just happened was an illusion. But there was no point in trying to figure things out.

"...Never mind, let's go."

After thinking about it, I finally decided to give up. If it only adds to my troubles, it’s better not to think about it. The young man who once passed this "bad habit" to others without knowing it still maintains such a casual attitude towards life.

As always, from beginning to end.

"Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!"

"Too slow, too slow."

"Wryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

"The emperor of the world is me, DIO!"

But I am still very happy. In my previous life, Ping Xin’s favorites were fist-fighting fighting comics and wit battle comics, and the "JOJO" series is undoubtedly the best among them and a timeless classic.

The frail boy stood there, took a deep breath, and then walked out the door, completely unaware of the complex expressions of the maids in the shadows of the mansion behind him, or the humanized expression of the stand "World" floating behind him, which had never appeared in either the comics or any version of the anime.

What if my employer becomes mentally ill?

In? What should I do if my host gets high without taking any drug blood?

After a little thought, codename [Alpha] decided to report to his superiors. The higher the position, the greater the responsibility, so let the bigwigs above worry about it.

The stand's "world" was floating in the blind spot behind Ping Xin, just watching and doing nothing, quite like its master.

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The unexpected joy of awakening to the "world" made Asuka Maheishin forget all his worries, such as being late for school and being punished by his sister at night, being stuck in front of the computer looking at a newly created document all night, and "falling into the mortal world" with the goddess of his dreams. Are these as important as my "world"?

I, Pingxin, just want to blow up the whole damn world by myself - too much pressure has accumulated, so someone who is not mentally normal starts to go crazy, and by the way, reveals the fact that he is a fan of Hong Kong comics.

But that is an "invincible" world after all, you would be crazy too if you were in their place!

Then, someone, head bowed and chuckling, was nearly struck by a bicycle while crossing the street, feeling as if they were being carried away by the world. After a brief moment of elation, he reached his lowest point. Patients are often more emotionally sensitive than normal people. At that moment, like any other helpless mortal, he was swept away by the surging crowd (physics). Tokyo's morning rush hour is always this fierce and overwhelming.

After failing to summon his Stand's "world," he was forced onto a packed train, one that required a professional to push him in. For someone with social anxiety, what torture could be more horrifying than this? If there was one, it would have to be a public performance...

Tokyo's public rail transit is very developed, and the huge flow of people means that countless items are lost on the tram every day. You can even find sandbags, home game consoles and a lot of other meaningless items on them.

Now, the boy named Hirayuko was left on the train like a used rag. With his sense of time completely messed up, he suppressed his nausea and glanced at the clock on his phone. He was completely late.

After struggling through the morning rush hour, he found a nearby stop and disembarked. He vomited violently into the station toilet sink until he had vomited out the acid and dark blood clots in his stomach. He then gathered himself and walked out. He pulled a baseball cap, sunglasses, and mask from his bag, donning them. He felt much better after putting them on. By the time he paid the exorbitant taxi fare, he was already completely late.

"...[Delta], next time you see me getting on public transportation, remember to remind me. I'm not in a good state today and my judgment might be affected. I'll leave the work to [Hour]... She has school today, so I'll let [Gamma] handle it."

Although he was talking, there was no one around him. He looked like a patient mumbling to himself, and he was a "master-level" player who had the opportunity to study Arkham.

Ever since contracting that strange, unknown illness, Ping Xin had not only been extremely weak, but also possessed a bottomless appetite. Eating the equivalent of dozens of people's meals daily wasn't considered outrageous in this world, but eating dozens of people's meals at every single meal was truly astonishing. Even though each meal from the East Country was smaller than that from the Yan Country, the combined amount far exceeded his stomach capacity, and even his entire body size.

Ping Xin just wanted to find a restaurant and have a good meal. His daily appetite was like a woman's menstrual period, often tormented by the delay, but today was particularly severe. For some reason, even though he had just vomited and was starving enough to eat a whole cow, he felt even stronger than usual.

No matter what, he had to eat now, perhaps it was a premonition or a warning from his brain, and the only place within his reach that could provide him with a large amount of nutrients was -

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Chapter 3 The guard sent you an interaction request

"Name."

Almost every school has security personnel at the entrance. Although most of the time their role is just to make students and parents feel "protected", there is only one time when they will not be absent, and that is when catching latecomers. After all, who doesn't love the opportunity to strike back?

On the way to the school cafeteria to find food, Ping Xin, who was late for the whole morning, was naturally stopped.

"...Asuka Maheishin."

"gender."

"...male?"

Do I look like a woman?!

At this moment, he completely forgot that he was wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and mask. Who would dare to assume the gender of "him"? Oh, sorry, I forgot that this is not the version yet.

The words spoken by every socially anxious person are always inversely proportional to the thoughts in their head. The more they talk, the less their brains work and the less they speak. Therefore... the more they talk, the less they speak?!

"age."

"...16 years old."

"Profession."

I'm wearing a school uniform, so I can't be a character designer in Kabukicho, right? Ping Xin has also followed people to the bustling streets and red-light districts of the East Country, but while others go to tease or be teased, he goes to poach. Persuading prostitutes to change their ways has always been one of the things men love to do.

"......student."

"Where are your parents?"

"...Out of town?"

"Specifically?"

"Who knows... maybe it's another world."

Another world? This kid looked malnourished, his face flushed uncomfortably (a common symptom of social anxiety), and his breathing was rapid (from hunger). He looked like the type who'd often "reward himself" at night with otherworldly toilet paper novels where you get free waste paper when you buy illustrations. It's truly pitiful that he's so young and unconscious... A flicker of pity crossed the security guard's eyes, but Hirako, who was truly starving and "reading the whole book," didn't notice.

"Where are the other relatives at home?"

Are you checking the household registration? !

If only he had the strength and courage to shout, but unfortunately, with a frail body that couldn't even protect himself, how could he possibly possess any strength or courage? With his cheap, pirated stand-in world out of control, he now had only himself and those around him to rely on. Any misjudgment or mistrust of outsiders would bring him irreparable and serious consequences.

"...Probably only my grandparents who I've never met and have severed ties with my mother, and a few relatives in Yan Country."

My goodness, your family relationships are quite complicated, but you can’t be living alone, right?

"What about the other adults in your family?"

"...Does a housekeeper count?"

The two stared at each other.

"What's your teacher's name?"

“…I won’t know until I go in.”

"You can't go in until you sign this form."

“…But I have to go in to find out what I filled in?”

"?"

"?"

Then there was another silence, and this was a classic endless loop problem.

Seeing that the questioning was not making any progress, the guard immediately gave up. The appearance and clothing (school uniform) matched, and the boy looked sick and did not pose any threat, but the process still had to be followed -

"Then why are you late today? Write down your class, name, contact information, and reason here."

"...Delta, help me take care of him."

Feeling that "time is life", Ping Xin immediately used the backup means. As a cautious person, how could he not have a Plan B?

"Yes."