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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune不，那不是一阵眩晕，是整座世界都在倾塌。头顶的日光灯开始疯狂频闪，办公室空调的嗡鸣像潮水般退去，又被一种尖锐的耳鸣取代，视野边缘迅速发黑，收窄成一条灰蒙蒙的隧道。他搭在鼠标上的手指已经冻得发麻，屏幕上的数字——4.2，p<0.001——像烧红的烙铁，狠狠印在他的视网膜上。No, it wasn't just a wave of dizziness—it was the entire world collapsing. The fluorescent lights above him began to flicker wildly; the hum of the office air conditioner receded like a tide, only to be replaced by a sharp ringing in his ears. The edges of his vision darkened rapidly, narrowing into a gray tunnel. His fingers, still resting on the mouse, had gone numb with cold. The numbers on the screen—4.2, p<0.001—seared into his retinas like a red-hot branding iron.
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