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MidReal Story
The Lazy Protagonist Dies Violently
Scenario:男主陳宇陽21歲，是一個歷史系大三生，個性散漫懶惰，貪吃好做，但因為長相姣好的原因追求他的對象也是絡繹不絕，他也來者不拒，十分恐懼同性戀
男主成宇陽是一個歷史系大三生，某個週末男主被對象約在了咖啡廳，遇到了對方後便被對方甩了一巴掌，對方已經知道了與楊在跟他交往的同時也同時私會多個女性，在對象崩潰的同時與楊逃離了咖啡廳，在離開咖啡廳後走到了公園旁的街道看到了一個神秘的帳篷，驅使之好奇心雨陽進入了帳篷裡，裡面做的是一個 穿著黑色斗篷的神秘男性，神秘男性開始自顧自的對與楊評論自言自語，對宇陽撒上神秘的藥水後便把他推離了帳篷，帳篷也在宇陽的離開下消失了。
回到宿舍後大睡了一覺，熟睡後做了一個夢，夢見自己與穿著東歐服飾的男性親密舉動，並在說出很多騷首弄姿違心的話後，同意對方插入自己，宇陽在對方進入自己的前一刻嚇醒，並發現自己的褲襠已經被自己的精液弄濕。
在宇陽打理好自己走在上學的路上遇到了一個母子開心的過馬路，一個失控的汽車及遲而來，差點撞上小女孩的一刻，于洋奮不顧身的衝上去推開了他，他被汽車碾過下肢當場死去。
宇陽在一陣意識模糊後清醒，醒來後發現自己躺在翠綠的草坪上，空氣中散發著濃濃的牛屎臭味，宇陽站起的身子，看著四周牛羊成群，遠處有西方白磚建築，雨陽意識到自己好像來到了不同的世界….
（喜好色情的宇陽在探索異世的過程中與女性發展關係會受到天罰，因前世對女性的作惡多端，在於女性的性行為中與楊會陽痿，什麼方法都無法改善）
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Chen Yuyang
male. He is a 21yearold history student at National Taiwan University. He is laidback,lazy,and impulsive. Yuyang often finds himself in awkward situations due to his carefree attitude and desire for pleasure. Despite being feared by women for his charm,he harbors a deepseated fear of being gay. His life takes a dramatic turn when he is killed attempting to save a girl from a car accident in a parallel world.
Annie
female. She is one of the women who shared a night with Chen Yuyang in the parallel world. She is caring and understanding. After discovering Yuyang’s fear of being impotent due to past trauma,she tries to comfort him and helps resolve his anxiety in the moment. Her relationship with Yuyang is built on mutual respect and consideration for each other’s boundaries.
Xu Zhiqiang
male. He is Chen Yuyang's suitor who was deceived and attacked after discovering Yuyang's promiscuous nature. He is emotional and vindictive. Zhiqiang's encounter with Yuyang ends in chaos when he learns of Yuyang's multiple relationships,leading to him slapping Yuyang's face and ultimately chasing him out of the café.
My name is Chen Yuyang, male, 21 years old, a junior majoring in history at National Taiwan University.
I am very laidback, lazy, and impulsive.
If I see something I like, I will do it without thinking much.
If I don't want to do something, no one can force me to do it.
I love eating and drinking, and I especially love having sex.
I have many suitors because of my good looks.
I am not picky when it comes to women.
As long as they are pretty and nice to me, I will not turn them down.
I have a steady stream of admirers coming to me every day.
I am not afraid of women; rather, women are afraid of me.
They say that I am too charming and that once you get close to me, there is no turning back.
I have one weakness: I am afraid of being gay.
If a guy approaches me, I will run away immediately.
I don't want anything to do with men!
One weekend evening, Xiao Yixuan invited me out on a date.
I had seen her before, and we had danced in the delicate shadows of ambiguity for a while, so I agreed.
We met at the café on the street behind the school and sat at a small table by the window.
Before Chen had even taken her seat, she delivered a resounding slap across my face!
"What the hell are you doing?"
I touch my stinging cheek while staring at Xu, who is trembling all over.
She pulls out her phone and shoves it in my face.
It's a screenshot of a WeChat conversation between me and another girl.
The content of the conversation is very intimate, describing the details of our encounter in bed.
My stomach drops as I recognize the conversation.
The other party is Jenny from Literature, who I met at a bar last week.
Xu scrolls through the screen, showing me one after another of these conversations.
Mei from Economics, who I met at a karaoke bar; Xiaoyan from Law, who I met at a club; and many more.
Xu's mascara runs down her face as she says, "I've been following you for weeks. You're always meeting different girls."
The café patrons turn their heads to watch the commotion.
I grab my bag and bolt for the door.
Xu's high heels click behind me as she chases me down the street, screaming about what a lying bastard I am.
My heart pounds as I sprint down the crowded sidewalk, Xu's angry shouts getting closer and closer.
Sweat trickles down my neck as I scan desperately for a place to hide.
Up ahead, a narrow alley branches off between two old apartment buildings.
Without hesitation, I dart between the weathered concrete walls.
I squeeze past overflowing garbage bins and rusty bicycles.
The air reeks of rotting food and stale urine.
Behind me, Xu's heels click rapidly on the pavement.
I press myself against the grimy wall behind a stack of cardboard boxes, holding my breath as her footsteps approach.
She pauses at the alley entrance, cursing loudly.
As I crouch behind the cardboard boxes, my legs cramping from the awkward position, I notice movement from the corner store beside me.
The middle-aged shopkeeper, a man with graying temples and wire-rimmed glasses, catches my eye through his back window.
He gestures silently toward his shop's rear entrance—a weathered metal door partially hidden behind stacked crates.
While Xu continues shouting from the alley entrance, the shopkeeper quietly unlocks the door and waves me inside.
"Why are you helping me?" I whisper, stepping into the dimly lit storeroom.
The shopkeeper shrugs, adjusting his glasses. "I've seen enough young fools make mistakes; sometimes they need a second chance."
"But what if she finds me here?" I ask, glancing nervously at the door.
He leans against a dusty shelf lined with cardboard boxes and cleaning supplies.
"This old place isn't exactly on anyone's radar. She'll give up soon."
He brings me a rickety plastic chair and a bottle of water, then returns to mind his shop at the front.
Through the thin walls, I hear Xu's voice growing fainter as she moves down the street, still cursing.
I sit in the chair, my phone buzzing in my pocket.
Messages from Jenny and Mei ask what happened at the café.
Someone must have filmed the scene and shared it online.
I delete the messages without responding and slump in the chair, my shirt clinging to my back with sweat.
Twenty minutes pass in silence.
As I sit catching my breath, my eyes wander to a stack of boxes against the far wall.
Something seems off about the way they're stacked—too neatly, as if they've been moved recently.
I stand up and walk over to them.
My hands tremble slightly as I slide the boxes away from the wall, revealing uneven floorboards beneath.
I kneel down, tracing the edge of a wooden trapdoor with a brass ring handle.
The metal is worn smooth from use.
My rational mind tells me to leave it alone, but my curiosity gets the better of me.
I crouch by the trapdoor, my fingers wrapped around the brass ring.
The metal feels unnaturally warm against my skin.
As I start to pull, a violent gust of wind bursts through the storeroom door, making me stumble backward.
Loose papers and receipts whirl around me like a tornado.
Through the chaos, I spot something unusual—a yellowed parchment sliding across the floor, stopping at my feet.
It's a map, covered in faded ink markings and strange symbols I've never seen before.
The shopkeeper's footsteps approach from outside.
I snatch the parchment from the floor, my fingers trembling as I hastily fold it into quarters.
The brittle paper crackles in protest as I shove it deep into my jeans pocket.
Loose papers still flutter around the storeroom from the mysterious wind burst.
I scramble to my feet and kick the boxes back in front of the trapdoor, trying to arrange them exactly as I found them.
The shopkeeper's footsteps grow louder, accompanied by the jingling of keys.
I smooth my shirt and lean casually against a shelf, pretending to check my phone just as the door handle turns.
I lean against the metal shelf, pretending to check messages on my phone.
The parchment crinkles softly in my pocket when I shift my weight.
His eyes narrow behind those thick glasses, scanning the scattered papers on the floor.
I mumble an excuse about knocking over a stack while stretching.
He says nothing, just walks to his desk and begins sorting through invoices.
My fingers grip the phone tighter as sweat forms on my neck.
The silence stretches uncomfortably until he finally looks up and asks if I'm ready to leave.
"Actually, I found something interesting," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
His eyes flicker with curiosity, and he leans forward slightly. "What did you find?"
I hesitate, then decide to take a chance. "A map—one that seems to lead somewhere important."
I shift uncomfortably against the shelf, the parchment feeling heavier in my pocket with each passing second.
The shopkeeper's wrinkled face remains calm as I stumble through my explanation about finding the map.
Instead of anger or surprise, a knowing smile spreads across his weathered features.
He walks over to his desk, pulls out an old wooden chair, and gestures for me to sit.
My legs move automatically, drawn by his gentle demeanor.
As I settle into the creaking seat, he reaches into a drawer and removes an identical piece of parchment, yellowed and worn at the edges.