Japan, Kanagawa, Fujisawa Station.

A young man in the uniform of Fukasawa High School in the prefecture squatted at the exit of the station, regardless of the strange gaze of the flow of people, looked down at his phone, and his two thumbs quickly tapped the virtual keyboard of his phone.

[Ask you a question. What should you do if you wake up and find that you have traveled to a place full of Japanese?]

Quickly code the problem.

The youth quickly checked the problem and clicked Publish.

After the prompt "release successfully and let more people see you" came out, he copied the question and threw it into a chat group he just added.

Compared with posts, the advantages of instant messaging software at this time are reflected.

Wait for a while.

A reply appeared in the group.

"Hey, isn't it Japan? Let me make it clear! I know this routine! Should I slap the face next? A person who is usually inconspicuous suddenly seemed to be despised, with an expression of 'I was always dark and weak before!', slapping the face all the way, from neighbors to demons and monsters, Hi... Let's talk about it, is it a novel plot?"

I saw a reply that jumped out.

The young man pondered for a moment and replied: "I understand that you long for routines, but the original owner looks not weak... It looks very social, and there is no need to hit the faces of neighbors. Before traveling through time, the original owner beats the ball."

"So it's this routine? The story of a scumbag who struggled all the way and then reached the top is interesting. Let's talk about it, which novel is it?"

"No, brother, you are still too young. The most familiar routine of traveling through time is traveling without a mother, just like dog management."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Too much, the air is shaking cold.jpg"

【The King of Scented Mouth was banned for 1 hour】

"Dog management is here!"

"Is that right? Before coming in, I said that all living beings would send pictures together. After coming in, it would be different. It's really a dog."

“…”

The topic is a bit wrong.

The young man squatting at the station quickly replied and pulled the topic back.

"Did you knock on the inside? Why are you so skilled in the matter of both parents' death?"

“…”

"No way? Big brother, mom doesn't want it now? I'm so willing to do it? I just have a brainstorm."

"Where we just said, it was interrupted by dog ​​management. By the way, when it comes to the story of scumbags struggling all the way and then reaching the top, it's this routine, right?"

"No." The young man typing on the virtual keyboard and replied, "The original owner was still a high school student, so it is unlikely to reach the top."

"What? You don't slap your face or reach the top, you just want to go to JK!"

"jk?What jk? Is this the case? [Picture]"

"This! [Picture]"

"[picture]"

"[picture]"

“…”

See the jumping picture.

The young man sighed.

Yes, it's completely wrong.

He asked a question, except for a few routines, he only got a bunch of stingy pictures.

Open the post I just posted.

More excessive.

All kinds of +3 or other things, or all kinds of sand sculptures. Anyway, no one takes the young man’s problems seriously, and no one gives him a practical suggestion.

After watching for a while, I saved dozens of pictures.

The young man was a little irritated. He put away his cell phone, sighed melancholy, leaned against the wall, and looked up at the sky.

"Tooth white...(ㄏばい, bad or not)"

Just finished sighing.

The young man realized something was wrong.

He frowned.

Calm analysis.

Think a little bit.

Then a flash of inspiration.

"It's so white! It should be..."

"Grass!"

...

Blaming others cannot change the status quo.

After looking at it for a while, the young man slowly came to his feet.

He is actually quite confused now, and he can't even figure out who he is.

Just like when he discovered his situation, he immediately climbed the ladder to download domestic software for help, but when he was irritated, he blurted out his teeth.

His head doesn't hurt, it's just a little messy.

Memory churned.

Chaos.

At this time, the environments around and in China became the "anchor point" of memory.

Street style, conversations between passers-by around.

Gradually, a name emerged in my mind.

The north and south wind.

In fact, another name, or nickname, emerged earlier, but it was a bit shameful.

It's called A Yue, homophonic to A Yue... It's completely unmanly.

Because of this nickname, he is often damaged by his friends.

As for which friends have been harmed by this, A Yue can't remember it clearly for a while...

As for the memory of Beiyuan Nanfeng, there is no feeling of missing a piece.

After all, they are young people and live short.

but.

"Life is so short, life experience is so complicated."

A Yue sorted out the Beiyuan Nanfeng, which is now his own life experience, laughed at himself and looked up at the sky again.

In childhood, my mother was abused by a scumbag's father.

Finally, I sent my biological father to jail with my own hands.

The shadow of usury left by the scumbag's father enveloped him again.

Go through hardships.

The mother found a single-parent man with the same experience and remarried.

Life is about to get better.

Another car accident was in half a year ago... Both the stepfather and the biological mother died.

Unfair!

God is unfair to me!

This is what Beiyuan Nanfeng, who heard his mother die and was hit for the third time, ran away from home and said with resentment.

It is also the deepest memory of the south wind in the north.

"Isn't it fair..."

A Yue or Beiyuan Nanfeng subconsciously touched his pocket.

He really touched a rectangular item.

He knew what it was and took it out skillfully.

Pick.
To be continued...