Starting from Douluo, the heavens die

Chapter 421 Who am I and where am I?

The young man suddenly felt a severe pain in his head. This severe pain did not affect the body, but from the inside out, and the ripples generally radiated from the spirit to the nerves.

The young man supported his head, and his mind gradually became clear.

I should be called Liu Tianxin, an orphan who used to be hardworking, a successful science and engineering dog with scholarships and student loans.

Or, now I'm Jake, an elementary school dropout from White Country society, a punk who robs and steals for a living.According to the routine of starting point flow, this should be crossing.

But it seems that the world is really not very good to me.

The young man realized this, looked at the thin young man in the mirror, and couldn't help complaining.

Just these two or two muscles, robbing in the middle of the night, at most bullying little beggars and weak girls.

Also, what else is missing...

He looked in the mirror, and suddenly had a very bad feeling. He faintly felt that this time travel seemed not so simple, and he had missed serious information.

What could it be?

He rubbed his swollen temples, trying to recall the previous memory in his mind, but felt that the memory seemed to be erased in his mind, and he couldn't remember anything.

Gollum~
He rubbed his belly, his face suddenly pained.

In addition to the pain, there are still some memories.

This is hunger.

His expression froze instantly, and he recalled the scene in college.

With scholarships and part-time work and study, I can get a certain amount of money, but the student loan is deleted... probably only two meals a day of steamed bread and pickles are left.

But this Jack, it seems that even steamed buns and pickles can be interrupted...

He opened the refrigerator and found a half-eaten hot dog according to the newly added memory. Instead, he sat down, took out a dusty notebook and a fountain pen, and frowned with the tip of the pen in his mouth to write a few pictures, but half of the writing was missing. out of water.

He didn't care, just continued to write with his thoughts.

Traversing form: soul wear, fusion.

The status quo of the time-traveling objects: vagrants, social dregs.

Education: elementary school.

Valuable property: an old-fashioned kidney machine picked up from the garbage dump, an old computer made up of patchwork, an inherited one-bedroom house, and two months of electricity and water bills in arrears. (Everyone has a house, what kind of bicycle do you want!)
Physical condition: thin, sub-healthy.

He turned his pen around, looked at the busy street outside the window, frowned and began to think about the way ahead.

A life of poverty is unbearable to him, just as he was able to gnaw his head full of pickles and study hard when he was poor, but after working, he was always salted fish all year round. He is not a proactive and hardworking person.

Of course, he still has the illusion that he was once rich. It should be a wonderful dream, after all, there is everything in the dream.

As a helpless lone army, he was probably considered a counterattack in his previous life, but if he wants to truly complete the reversal, he believes that the most cost-effective way is to marry a wife with a high IQ and train the next generation well.

If the grassroots want to really rise, it often requires the continuous efforts of several or even dozens of generations. People with normal thinking and limited abilities will realize this in the process of mixing with society.

But this is a very painful understanding of a person. The current situation is a bit grim. Jack is already 17 years old. At this time, it is too late to turn around and walk the path of a normal person.

But there are still some opportunities.

With no felony record, no history of drug and alcohol abuse, Jack secretly thanked God in his heart. If he had these few, he would have to get mixed up in a dynamic social group.In a relatively orderly society, people without capital have a desperately low chance of success taking this path, but the price to pay for failure is astonishingly high.

The well-regulated path of kingship, maybe there is still left to join the army?
He doesn't know why, it seems that time travel has become a habit, and he just wakes up and thinks rationally about the next countermeasures. There is no clear goal, but the goal is self-evident.

Bai Guo’s salary for joining the army is fair. After successful recruitment, he will be discharged from the army for a period of time. He can provide scholarships to go to college and continue to make progress.
There are two checkpoints to consider in the recruitment system, one is physical fitness, and the other is the ASVAB exam.

Without a high school degree, you can only pass the exam.

Confident self-confidence came from nowhere, Jack believed that the exam would not be difficult for him, and the only thing that needed to be considered was physical fitness.

His eyesight is fine, but he doesn't want to die suddenly during recruit training due to physical problems.

Sitting under the early morning light, he thought about his future path very seriously and deeply, just like when he was graduating from junior high school and faced the choice of going to high school or entering society.

He needs money, and thus a job, certainly not the kind in a dynamic social group, and needs planned exercise, and buys test prep books...

A myriad of thoughts...

Wait a minute, I seem to have missed something...

The rise of the law-abiding king?
roll!
Don't use Goldfinger to play your sister's time-travel rebirth?
If you don't use Goldfinger, what do you use to fight against the rich and handsome?Needless to say, rich and handsome, ordinary social elites, can you fight against them?

But what is my cheat?
Jack covered his eyes. This time point was indeed a few years earlier than the time he traveled through, but he didn't care about football or basketball, nor could he remember the starting point. [Manually@萌吃货]

The few avenues that can make him rich are all in the far east, waiting for him, a poor bastard who can't even afford a plane ticket, to have the capital to fly there, and the daylily is probably cold.

"No, who am I? Why do I know this? If I know so much, why did I stay unknown in my previous life?" Jack grabbed his hair fiercely, and scenes of illusions appeared in front of him, dense forests, ferocious giant beasts, The huge purple sweet potato, the shiny bald head, the girl's holy sword, the familiar and unfamiliar scenes made him have a splitting headache.

He staggered out of the small building, ignoring the many surprised eyes behind him—this little rascal actually went out at noon?

Standing blankly in the middle of the street, looking at the dark cloud-covered sky, suddenly there is an illusion that all the dark clouds can be dispelled with a single roar, as if the sky will return to blue again with a single roar.

This is probably...secondary school?
Feeling something in his heart, he looked at the east from a distance, and it seemed that there was something attracting him there. He shook his head and drove the strange thoughts out of his mind. This is just the second disease.

Little did they know that a girl in the east also felt the same way, and under the big river in that country, in the huge bronze palace at the bottom of the river, a giant dragon corpse also trembled inexplicably.

[To be continued]

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