Dizzy, very dizzy.
After the subconscious choice.
When Zhang Feng looked at a traffic lane wall a hundred meters away, he suddenly felt a strong distortion, as if it 'flashed' right in front of him.
The violent fluctuation of his vision and the resulting strangeness made Zhang Feng instinctively get up from his seat and step back half a step to avoid the wall hitting his face.
"What's wrong, old man?"
A few nearby passengers looked at Zhang Feng curiously when they saw him suddenly stand up.
"It's nothing."
Zhang Feng shook his head, and when he looked again at the connection of the train car in front, he also had a feeling that it suddenly flashed before his eyes.
But this time, being mentally prepared, Zhang Feng stood firm and found it quite amusing.
Because when he didn't 'look closely' at it, it suddenly reappeared at its original connection point.
Then, when he did 'look closely' at it, it magically appeared right in front of him again.
'Interesting.'
