Time and space displacement

Hugo felt that his brain was a little inadequate, he didn't know if the dizziness just now had completely dissipated or not, or whether it was the scene, these hot lights or brilliant faces that made the scenery become blurred. His information processing ability was obviously facing a serious challenge at this moment. He simply couldn't tell what the hell was going on and could only passively follow the guidance of the beautiful emcee to walk off the stage.

A golden halo, a cajoling face, a flashing camera ... it all swarmed him from all sides, which instantly made Hugo realize that something grave had happened. He forcefully suppressed the chaos that was swirling in his mind as his right shoulder slammed open the heavy door. Stepping again on the thick carpet, he started walking in panic along the route he had just run back to the bathroom. This left everyone in the ballroom a bit stumped.

But then, looking at Hugo's hastily departing back, the ballroom burst out with loud laughter, a flurry of comments then rang out in all corners of the ballroom, "Did you see Hugo's crying expression, like a little girl who was robbed of Barbie", "He thought he was getting an Oscar ", "This is definitely the best scene in the entertainment industry after Reagan's downfall, even an episode of "Dallas" wouldn't be as great" ... ...

After entering the bathroom, Hugo locked himself in the cubicle and tried to get his confused thoughts to rearrange themselves into something intelligible.

Hugo was pretty sure that it was the 4th of May 2014 when he woke up early today, and after meeting with his band mates from Glory or Death, he arrived at the gig for the official performance. Compared to the countless rock festivals abroad, there had never been an outstanding original rock festival in the country until the birth of the Midi Festival. Although not as well known as Woodstock Music Festival or Rock am Ring on a global scale, it was undeniable that the Midi Festival was an annual feast for domestic underground rock bands.

The band has been in existence for ten years, and Hugo has been struggling to make ends meet for years, even after taking part in numerous gigs. This was a pivotal moment in Hugo's life, not to mention the fact that they were nominated for Best Live Rock Performance of the Year, which was the most important recognition for the band, regardless of whether they won the award or not.

But just before taking the stage, Hugo felt dizzy, then ... then the lights, the stage, the audience, then the trophy, the Golden Raspberry Award. Hugo rubbed his cheeks hard. He originally thought he was on stage at Midi Rock Awards to receive an award on behalf of his band, so he was so excited, but now it didn't seem that way at all. Why did Midi Rock Awards ceremony turn into Golden Raspberry Awards?

If he was not mistaken, there was only one Golden Raspberry Awards in the world, which was a mock award ceremony imitating the Academy Awards, with awards for worst movie, worst director, worst actor, worst actress, etc. to pay tribute to the poor quality works that had been criticized by the media. Golden Raspberry Awards was full of entertainment, especially for the audience to gloat on something, while for the winners it was a form of torment, and could even be said to be humiliating. So, in the history of Golden Raspberry Awards, almost no stars were willing to attend the ceremony.

Golden Raspberry Awards was probably established in the early 1980s, Hugo had such an impression because a generational action superstar Sylvester Stallone relied on "First Blood" movie series to win Golden Raspberry Awards worst actor three times. Even became the first worst actor of the decade. Then, the 12th Golden Raspberry Awards would be in the early nineties, either in 1992 or 1993.

From 2014 to the early nineties of the last century? What the hell is going on here, did he travel back in time? This... this is too ridiculous!

But... Hugo raised his head in shock, he finally remembered what was wrong just now: the man he saw after waking up was a Western face, not only that, everyone he saw after entering the banquet hall was Western. This was obviously not the Midi Festival. Moreover, everyone around him was speaking English, even he himself was speaking like that, and the most important thing was that the Midi Festival is held outdoors, not in a hotel, not to mention the ballroom and even the magnificent corridor!

Hugo wanted to rub his cheeks to regain his sanity, but found himself somewhat powerless, and he vaguely felt as if his head was starting to hurt again.

"Bang bang bang", hard knocks on the door interrupted Hugo's thoughts, "Hugo! Are you all right? Your look sick ..." This voice, somewhat familiar. Hugo thought carefully, and immediately realized why. This was the first voice he heard right after he came to his senses, the pair of ice blue eyes once again emerged in his mind, "I told you not to attend the awards ceremony tonight and go ask Ron's opinion first ..."

Hugo listened to the words outside, more information just made him more confused, he decided to take the initiative and figure out the truth of it all, "I, I'm fine." Hugo was still experiencing some discomfort. Originally, what he was going to say was Chinese, but with body's instinctive reaction it was English that came out, as if English was his native language. No wonder just now in the excitement of the situation, he did not realize that others were speaking English, and his own acceptance speech was also articulated in English. This was really ...

"I am good." Hugo repeated again, not only to convince the man outside but also to convince himself to calm down from this absurd and bizarre sequence of events, "Who's there?" Hugo tentatively spoke up and asked to.

"Are you crazy? I'm Joseph, Joseph Gibbs." The man standing outside the doorway looked helpless, he strongly suspected that Hugo had too much shock from the humiliating scene just now, "Don't worry, I'm not that excited reporter, I'm your agent, you don't need to avoid me."

Agent? Hugo bit his lower lip, he dropped his eyes to see his palms become wide and slender, there was a thin layer of sweat on them. These were not his own hands, looks more like the hands of Westerners, Hugo touched his cheeks, he wanted to rush out to see his whole face, but he hesitated or more accurately stifled the impulse. Now he must get more from the mouth of this so-called Joseph who was standing outside.

"What time is it?" Hugo asked the first question, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, the date of "May 4, 2014" began to flash in his brain, "ten o'clock ..." Joseph looked at his watch and said, but Hugo rudely interrupted him mid-sentence and asked directly, "I mean, what month and what day?"

Joseph put down his right hand with the watch, "Hugo, are you still in a state of high, I told you why this would be a bad idea. Not only you fainted in the bathroom, but you stood on the stage crying like I don't know who. Today is January 14, 1992!" Joseph irritably scratched his hair, so that the original neat hairstyle suddenly turned into a chicken nest.

1992, Hugo could not help but close his eyes, he really crossed over. Whether he should be happy or depressed, Hugo found that his heart was filled with various emotions, and he couldn't find an accurate word. In the past, after reading some novels, usually those who crossed over weren't immediately overjoyed, but even then they would go onto the quest for power. But after such a thing really happened, Hugo's first thought was "ridiculous". He only felt that his feet seemed to be stepping on the clouds and could not land accurately.

"I told you to stop with Big Harry, you just don't listen ..." Joseph's hateful voice still complained outside, but Hugo didn't even understand, Big Harry, what is that supposed to be?

"... where are we now?" Hugo interrupted Joseph's words and asked again to, he thought of the award ceremony just now, was that a dream or reality?

Joseph took a long sigh, the corners of his mouth showed a bitter smile, "Hollywood, Roosevelt Hotel", the one where the first Oscars was held? Hugo couldn't help but raise his head and survey the surroundings, but found that this place was just a bathroom, he couldn't see anything special at all, so he could only hang his head in depression, "you really are still high now, I shouldn't have listened to Ron letting you attend the awards ceremony tonight. Pff, wanting to shape your image like that of Don Quixote's, but the result... alas, the reporters will surely make a big deal about it again tomorrow, you are the first actor to receive an award in person at the ceremony since the inception of Golden Raspberry Awards, and you are still ..."

Listening to Joseph's words, Hugo also recalled his own drama just now, crying in pain to receive Golden Raspberry Awards, which was definitely going to become a big international joke, even as to go down in history. Hugo patted his head thinking that this crossing of his own was really a 'blast'!

Hugo took a deep breath, he wanted to try to calm himself down, but the fact that he suddenly crossed made it hard to calmly accept his new surroundings. He could only temporarily let himself not to lose it, "Joseph," Hugo opened his mouth again, but found himself dry mouth, to accept the reality is so difficult. "... you called me Hugo?"

"The hell, do you want me to call you Mr. Lancaster?" Joseph again ruffled his hair in annoyance.

Hugo Lancaster. Hugo finally remembered his current name. He just didn't know what kind of person this unlucky man he had crossed into was.

Joseph slapped the bathroom cubicle door, the "thump, thump, thump" sounds were urging Hugo to go out. Hugo knew he couldn't keep hiding, and besides, he hadn't seen himself after crossing, who knew what he looked like now. But Hugo didn't have time to open the door of the cubicle, because Joseph's next words made him freeze.

"Are sure you want to continue hiding. Until when you gonna remain hidden in ladie's restroom?"

Ladies restroom? This ...