1908, Kyoto University, Japan, Mechanical Department Classroom.
"Li Jun! Li Jun! Wake up, class is about to start."
In his daze, Li Yizhi heard a pleasant female voice ringing in his ears, and it was in Japanese, but strangely, he could understand it.
Li Yizhi raised his head, shook his somewhat groggy head, opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment, and couldn't help but be stunned.
This is a classroom with very simple furnishings. Both the desks and the windows seem to exude the atmosphere of time.
The classroom is very small, with only about twenty desks, and it is already full of people, talking softly to each other in Japanese.
In front of his desk, a pretty female student was looking at him and asked with concern: "Li Jun, are you feeling uncomfortable? Why don't you ask for a leave from Professor Du Bian later?"
Li Yizhi shook his head and almost subconsciously replied in Japanese: "It's okay. Maybe I went to bed too late yesterday, so I'm a little tired. Thank you for your concern, Photon."
After finishing speaking, Li Yizhi realized that he could speak fluent Japanese!
boom!
Li Yizhi felt as if his head exploded in an instant, and countless information rushed into his mind.
This is the experience of a young man growing up. At the age of fifteen, he crossed the ocean from Shanghai and came to Japan to study, regardless of his family's opposition.
"I'm not dead, I'm alive again!"
Li Yizhi was so excited that he could not calm down. He clearly remembered that he should be in the hospital at this moment, desperately waiting for the arrival of the god of death.
Because he suffered from severe congenital heart disease and had no money for surgery, he could only wait to die.
"Oh, you're fine!"
Photon turned around because the school bell rang.
Ding! Ding!
Listening to the ringing, Li Yizhi took a deep breath. A large amount of air was poured into his lungs, which made them somewhat swollen.
He felt his heart beating strongly and couldn't help but smile with joy.
It’s great to be alive!
Although he would never see his parents and sister again, being able to be reincarnated as a human being was already the greatest gift from God, and Li Yizhi did not dare to ask for more.
Tread! Tread!
There were footsteps outside the classroom, and then a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked in with a textbook under his arm.
Behind him, there was a tall and tall young man, wearing a black suit and with a stern face.
The middle-aged man was Professor Du Bian. He walked up to the podium and said, "Dear students, we will have a new classmate join the class this semester. I hope you can get along well."
Then, he looked at the stern young man and said, "Introduce yourself."
The stern young man nodded, and in broken Japanese, he stammered: "Everyone... good friends... my name is... Chen Zhen, from... the Qing Dynasty... Shanghai."
"Hush, it's the Qing people again."
"I heard that people in the Qing Dynasty all have pigtails, why don't you?"
"Ha ha!"
............
A group of Japanese students burst out laughing with sarcasm on their faces. Professor Du Bian was so angry that he slapped his book on the table and shouted: "Shut up, everyone. This is a classroom, a place for learning. Don't talk about those dirty people outside."
Dirty thoughts are brought in."
"Chen Zhen, sit next to Li Yizhi. He is also from the Qing Dynasty. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him." Professor Watanabe pointed at Li Yizhi.
Chen Zhen tightened his fists, but finally loosened them. He nodded, strode over, and sat down next to Li Yizhi.
Li Yizhi was in a daze. He looked at Chen Zhen because this name was so familiar to him.
"Chen Zhen, Professor Dubian, and Guangzi, aren't these all characters from Jingwu Heroes?"
"Could it be that my time travel is not simply to the late Qing Dynasty, but to the movie world of Jingwu Heroes?"
Li Yizhi is also from Shanghai, so he quickly found the memory of Jingwu Sect in his mind, and its owner was none other than Huo Yuanjia.
But this Huo Yuanjia does not have two sons and three daughters in the real world. He only has one son, Huo Ting'en, who is also a character in Jingwu Heroes.
"Hello, Shanghai Jingwu Sect, Chen Zhen."
Chen Zhen put away his schoolbag, smiled friendly and said to Li Yizhi.
Li Yizhi came back to his senses and smiled: "Hello, Shanghai Li Yizhi, if you need help in the future, just come to me."
"Then I will trouble you more in the future, Brother Li."
Chen Zhen looked grateful. He came to a foreign country alone. He wanted to learn knowledge so that he could go back and repay his motherland.
However, although the ideal is good, the reality is cruel.
Not to mention Japan's contempt for the Qing Dynasty from top to bottom along the way, even the students at Kyoto University, known as the highest academic institution, did not hide their disdain for him.
Fortunately, I met a fellow Shanghainese here, which gave Chen Zhen a lot of peace of mind.
Li Yizhi smiled and said no more, but looked at the blackboard, because Professor Du Bian began to teach, and the content of his lecture was the manufacture of engines.
Because I am still a freshman, I started learning from the simplest steam engine. After all, warships in various countries are still dominated by steam engines.
As for the internal combustion engine course, it was arranged for the junior year.
Li Yizhi listened very carefully, but he was not interested in the content of the class. After all, compared with the engines of the 21st century, the steam engines of this era are simply weak.
He just suddenly discovered that his memory seemed to have made a qualitative leap.
As long as the content taught by Professor Du Bian is deeply remembered, he can never forget it; and the spatial structure models of various drawings also appear in his mind simultaneously, and can be presented from various angles.
"Is it because of rebirth?"
Li Yizhi could only guess this way, but he was happy in his heart. Because whether it was photographic memory or concrete ability, they were talents that very few people had.
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Ding! Ding!
The time for get out of class to end will come soon.
"That's it for now. Everyone, hurry up and go to the bathroom if you need to. We will continue the lecture later."
Professor Du said while giving a lecture and threw away the chalk in his hand.
Many Japanese students stood up one after another, glanced at Li Yizhi and Chen Zhen with disdain, and then walked out of the classroom one after another.
The courses in the Department of Mechanical Engineering were too boring, so they had to go out and relax.
Chen Zhen touched Li Yizhi with his elbow and said, "Brother Li, are all the Japanese in this school so discriminatory against us?"
Li Yizhi nodded heavily. He had been in Japan for almost five years, and he felt it most deeply.
Especially after the Russo-Japanese War three years ago, the Japanese people's national self-esteem reached its peak, and they naturally looked down upon the decadent Qing Dynasty even more.
"But Brother Chen, although the Japanese generally look down on us, Japan is not without good people. For example, she, Mitsuko Yamada, is very kind. After all, Japan is so big that it cannot be all bad people."
Yamada Mitsuko just turned around. She saw Li Yizhi looking at her and said, "Li Jun, are you talking to Chen Jun about me?"
"Yes, I told him that you are very kind and different from other classmates." Li Yizhi nodded and said in Japanese.
"Thank you for the compliment. Mitsuko Yamada, Mr. Chen, please give me your advice."
Mitsuko Yamada greeted Chen Zhen with eyes filled with autumn water and a smile.
Compared to Li Yizhi, who has an ordinary appearance and a slightly thin body, she prefers boys like Chen Zhen, who have handsome faces and tall and straight figures.
Chen Zhen had no problem understanding Japanese, but he stuttered when he spoke. He said: "Hello... Photon, nice... nice to meet you."
"Chen Jun, your spoken English is not good, you need to practice more. You can ask Li Jun to teach you, of course I can, but you have to teach me Chinese."
Yamada Mitsuko rolled his eyes and said with a sweet smile.
Chen Zhen nodded seriously, looked at Li Yizhi, and said, "Brother Li, you don't know...?"
Li Yizhi smiled happily and said: "No problem, Guangzi and I can teach you spoken English in the future. By the way, Brother Chen, I wonder if you can teach me martial arts? The world is getting more and more chaotic, and I also want to gain more skills."
"Of course there is no problem. My master Huo Yuanjia founded the Jingwu Sect in the hope of promoting national martial arts. The more people practice it, the happier he will be. By the way, let's not call him Brother Li or Brother Chen, too.
How about you just call me Chen Zhen, and I'll call you Yizhi?"
Chen Zhen nodded readily. He had no sectarian views on martial arts training.
"Okay, I feel like calling you Brother Chen is too polite." Li Yizhi nodded and smiled.
He suffered from severe congenital heart disease in his previous life. Not to mention strenuous exercise, he could not even walk for more than ten minutes, otherwise his heart would not be able to bear it.
Therefore, he desperately desires to have a healthy body.
Although this body was healthy, it was still a little weak, so Li Yizhi asked Chen Zhen to teach him martial arts.