Yunmeng City, the third provincial junior swordsman academy.
The wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, everything is growing, and the breeze is blowing.
Early summer is the time of year when the temperature in Yunmeng City is the most comfortable.
The warm, golden sunlight passes through the glass of the teaching building and shines into the spacious teaching building.
In the class of Class 9, Grade 2, Lin Beichen was sitting in the first row of the classroom, bathing in the beautiful sunshine.
This fourteen-year-old boy has an excellent appearance, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, elegant facial features with a dash of heroism, thick black hair, and plump cheeks. He holds his hands in front of his eyes and looks at his palms with concentration. From time to time, he rubs his fingers together, as if
It looks like flowers growing on my hands.
Since the beginning of class, he has maintained this "looking at his hands" posture, almost motionless.
Sitting in the most conspicuous seat in the front row, he still deserted class without any cover-up.
Simply arrogant.
If it were anyone else, Ding Sanshi, the senior swordsmanship instructor on the podium, would be teaching him a set of his best [Basic Swordsmanship Close Three Combinations] every minute.
But since it is Lin Beichen...
"Don't be angry, don't be angry."
"He is mentally ill, but I am not."
"You can't have the same experience as a dandy with a brain disease."
Ding Sanshi, a senior teacher at No. 3 Junior College who was known for his fiery temper, recited it over and over in his mind, trying hard to ignore this biggest playboy and prodigal in the city and continue his classes.
The other students couldn't help but laugh when they saw the "irritable instructor" Ding Sanshi "suffering" like this. They couldn't help laughing, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud.
But what the teachers and classmates didn't know was that Lin Beichen was not "looking at his hands" due to a brain disorder.
Instead, he was looking at his phone.
A smartphone that is absolutely invisible to anyone except Lin Beichen himself.
"What a rip-off."
At this time, Lin Beichen was howling in his heart.
What evil has he done?
I just stopped a lunatic who ran a red light on the road and was almost hit by a truck. In the end, this guy who called himself the 'God of Death' forced a smartphone without a brand logo into his hands, and then he...
…The soul has traveled through time!
We came to this strange world called Dong Dao Zhenzhou.
He became the legitimate son of Lin Jinnan, one of the "Top Ten Famous Generals" of the Beihai Empire.
A dandy and prodigal son who is famous throughout Yunmeng City.
Who can I talk to to reason with this?
Three days have passed since the crossing.
Lin Beichen still couldn't accept this fact.
He wants to go back.
Although the martial arts in this world are prosperous and full of miracles, the legendary top warriors shoulder the mountains and chase the seas, fly into the sky and escape from the earth, are omnipotent, and have long lifespans, no different from gods...
but--
None of this has anything to do with Lin Beichen.
Let’s not talk about whether you have the talent for cultivation.
Even if he was talented, he was just an ordinary gamer in his previous life, and he didn't have the perseverance to persevere.
You have to practice hard all day long, practice Sanjiu in the winter, practice Sanfu in the summer, and fight with blood. Only by surviving in the end can you become a strong man.
Compared with the air-conditioned WiFi Meituan B station, this is simply far behind, okay?
Only a masochist wants to escape death to become a strong person.
Normal people just want to stay at home with the air conditioner blowing, playing games, playing games with cats and dogs, watching movies, and themselves, while ordering takeout and watching Ghostbusters.
What's more, there are still a large number of warm family and friends on the earth.
so……
Fuck time travel.
I don't care about it.
I want to return to earth.
Lin Beichen thought about the causes and consequences of time travel and found that the only theoretical possibility of going back seemed to be on this strange smartphone.
It can bring me to this world, and it should also be able to take me back, right?
It might work?
With this idea in mind, Lin Beichen was studying this smartphone crazily.
So far, he has discovered several strange things.
The first strange thing is that this mobile phone can be "incorporated into the body".
As long as Lin Beichen wants it, the phone will automatically appear in his hand. When he doesn't want it, it will disappear.
This is ridiculous.
Who has a serious mobile phone with such a function?
The second strange thing is that except for yourself, no one else can see the existence of this phone under any circumstances.
For example, right now, he was obviously holding his mobile phone in his hand, frantically studying its functions, but in the eyes of his teachers and classmates, he was staring at his empty palm in a daze like a mentally retarded person.
This is a full-screen phone with a silver metal casing.
The current status is——
Battery level 21%.
The signal looks like 4g, but there is only one bar.
Phone bill...
emmmmm.
Lin Beichen tried calling 110, 120, 119 and 10086, as well as all the phone numbers of relatives and friends he could remember.
The result is that the prompt tone is 'The number you dialed is unavailable'.
On the home screen of the mobile phone, there are only three icons: phone book, text message box, and app store.
The phone call can't be connected, so naturally the text message can't be sent.
Lin Beichen's only hope lies in the 'App Store'.
However, he clicked on this icon more than a thousand times, and there was only one reality——
There is no stock in the store.
There is not a single application in it.
Does this damn thing deserve to be called a store?
Is it worthy?
Lin Beichen was so angry that he wanted to eat this broken phone.
At this time——
Dang Dang Dang!
The bell for recess rang.
"Okay, I have just analyzed the complete version of [Elementary Xuanqi Condensation Technique] for everyone. Now let's take a fifteen-minute break and then continue the class."
Old teacher Xi Ding Sanshi picked up the cup and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.
"Everyone knows that in three days, our college's mid-year competition will be held. I don't need to emphasize the importance of this competition. Okay, let me give you a preview in advance. I will prepare it for you in the next class.
I took a selected course, which is my unique secret skill [Basic Swordsmanship Three Close Combinations].”
As the old teacher Ding Sanshi said, he looked at Lin Beichen again.
Seeing that this dandy boy still looked like he was in a state of confusion, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.
"Lin Beichen, you should listen carefully to the next class. This set of [Basic Swordsmanship Three Combinations at Close Range] is most suitable for students with poor foundation like you."
Ding Sanshi couldn't help but say one more sentence.
However, Lin Beichen remained dumbfounded and showed no reaction.
well.
Rotten wood cannot be carved.
The old teacher turned around and left the classroom with a speechless expression.
Lin Beichen didn't care at all about his old teacher's resentment.
He lacks a sense of identity with this world.
I also have no sense of belonging to my new identity.
Now, he is only thinking about how to return to his original world.
So let’s just play around with all the bullshit mid-year competitions, promotions and prospects, [Elementary Xuan Qi Condensation Technique], and [Basic Swordsmanship Three Combinations].