When Tan Zhao regained consciousness again, he felt completely weightless.
To be precise, it is a free falling movement with itself as the weight, commonly known as...jumping off a building.
Is it so exciting?!
Tan Zhao didn't care about receiving memories and familiarizing himself with his body. He just relied on his instinct to navigate the world of martial arts and supernatural beings to activate Huang Yu Yao, who had stored internal power, and forcibly used his internal power to relieve most of the gravity. But even so, when he landed, he was still
He heard the crisp sound of his right arm being broken.
But the pain is better than losing your life after traveling through time. Fortunately, the ground below is the soil that has just rained, otherwise it would not be as simple as an arm.
After traveling through more than twenty worlds, across all the planes of martial arts, gods and ghosts, Tan Zhao rarely had such an embarrassing moment of traveling again. It was dark, and he endured the pain and found a corner to sit down, and then he felt cruel
Be ruthless and straighten your bones.
There was only a "Gada" sound, and the bones returned to their positions. On the early autumn day, Tan Zhao broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
[System, memory!]
System: OK, host.
Tan Zhao is a fast time traveler. Because he suffers from a terminal disease inherited from his family, he is bound to a "overcoming terminal disease" system when he is about to die. He goes to other worlds to live on behalf of the dying person to earn time, and the dying person can be spared.
Eliminate the pain of death and enter reincarnation directly, and the days Tan Zhao survives can accumulate blessings on him to extend his life, with a maximum limit of one hundred years.
As long as he saves enough for a hundred years, he can return to his own world, overcome the terminal illness and survive.
However, "time" is too time-consuming, and his life is relatively short every time. He has traveled through more than 20 worlds of martial arts and mythology, and his skills have lit up a lot, but the time has still not arrived. Huang Yu A Yao is also in the process of traveling through time.
Among the spiritual objects obtained, there are also the Immortality Technique Xiaoqi and the Heshi Bi Ahe, as well as a sleeping spiritual beast called the Little Ancestor Fengli.
System: Nothing has arrived! You gave me your last twenty years! You are a pauper now!
[...I suddenly regretted it.]
System: Sorry, it was sent out in time and will not be refunded :).
Alas, the pain in his right hand passed, and Tan Zhao was not in a hurry to leave the scene of the jump. Instead, he leaned against the corner and absorbed the memory of the original owner.
The original owner's name is Su Jinglin, and he is a... modern person.
If Tan Zhao's right hand hadn't been injured, Tan Zhao would have been able to stand up and perform a backflip on the spot. God knows how much he missed modern electronic technology in various ancient worlds.
He has to stay in this world for a hundred years!
System: Host, I seem to hear the sound of the flag hanging high.
Tan Zhao pretended not to hear it and continued to receive memories. The original owner Su Jinglin was an orphan. He grew up in an orphanage. He performed exceptionally well in the college entrance examination and was admitted to a normal school. After graduation, he worked as a Chinese teacher at No. 3 Middle School in Xiangzhen.
Probably because he was born in an orphanage, the original owner was a bit of a pleaser and a bit shy. In the second year after becoming a full-time student, he was transferred to be the head teacher of the worst class in the second year of high school.
Class 13, Grade 2, is the most "notorious" class in Xiangzhen No. 3 Middle School. It is probably a complicated class that includes some school bullies, some scumbags among the scumbags, and some rich second-generation people who have money and leisure and don't want to study.
, I wonder if the original owner, who is still in the Bronze rank, can't bring him along.
I learned from my memory that not only could I not take him away, but the life of the original owner also became worse and worse.
His students couldn't help him, his colleagues looked down on him, his work didn't improve, and the original owner gradually... became addicted to gambling.
It is said that gambling makes you happy for a while, but you always stay poor. The original owner was a college student who had just graduated. He had no house, no car, and no savings. Not long after he was promoted to the third year of high school in Class 13, the original owner’s foreign debts and loans reached as much as 1.3 million.
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When the creditor threatened the original owner to go to school, the original owner finally had a mental breakdown. In the middle of the night, he couldn't think of anything and ran to the school administration building and jumped off the building to vent his dissatisfaction with the school.
After jumping down, Su Jinglin regretted it. The system made a deal with him, not only to avoid the pain of death, but also to pay off the original owner's debt of 1.3 million.
[I take back the above sentence, let’s go to the next world:).]
"Teacher Su, why are you here?"
The security guard patrolling the school spotted Tan Zhao leaning against the wall and was so shocked that he almost threw his flashlight at him.
"I broke my hand, can you take me to the hospital?"
Suddenly returning to modern society, even though Tan Zhao had the memory of the original owner Su Jinglin, he was still very unfamiliar with the modern system. When he arrived at the hospital, he allowed the night shift nurse to take care of his hand injury.
By the time the plaster was applied, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
The security guard had already gone back, and Tan Zhao was sitting in the lobby on the first floor of the emergency building, swiping his cell phone awkwardly with his left hand.
System: Host, will you still use it?
[Nonsense, you and I can use it.]
...There is indeed nothing wrong with this. When it comes to black technology, the system is the blackest.
He called a taxi using a taxi app, and at four o'clock in the morning, Tan Zhao finally returned to the original owner's rental house. The room was less than 20 square meters, it was a mess, and there was a strange rancid smell. Tan Zhao stood in the entrance hall with his arms hanging, feeling
Modern society is extremely unfriendly to him.
Sigh, this life must be too miserable.
On the way back, he had already checked. After paying the fare, all his belongings totaled over three hundred. There was no need to think about going out to stay in a hotel. Tan Zhao sighed again and entered the bathroom.
The "Su Jinglin" in the mirror has a long pot hair style, the same black-rimmed glasses as the deputy dean on her nose, and a cheap black suit, so she can't be found in the crowd.
Tan Zhao took off his glasses and was about to wash his face and calm down, when he saw... a handsome face.
System: Surprised or not? Unexpected?
[…]
Tan Zhao washed his face and came out of the bathroom. He didn't wear the black-rimmed glasses anymore. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he sorted out the original owner's things and threw away what could be thrown away. The remaining documents and clothes were packed in the luggage.
In the box.
According to memory, the rent was due this month, and today was the 30th. It happened to be the student holiday on Sunday, and since he had no money to renew the lease anyway, Tan Zhao chose to leave decently on his own before the landlord kicked him out.
Carrying a foreign debt of 1.3 million yuan, with nowhere to go, and a broken hand, how could he be so miserable?
However, Tan Zhao was not in a bad mood. He pushed a small suitcase and walked along the street with great interest. In the meantime, he spent eight yuan to eat a large bowl of fried rice noodles. The smog in the city finally made him realize
, he finally came to modern civilized society.
First of all, I set a small goal - to earn 1.3 million.
So the question is, how can I make money quickly?
As Tan Zhao walked on the road, he kept thinking about this problem. Because he was too serious about it, he came to a dead end as he walked.
The sun is shining brightly today and the autumn air is crisp. However, this alley seems deep and dark because the buildings on both sides are too high and too close together. There are even sounds of fighting not far away.
To be more precise, it should be a unilateral beating.
Tan Zhao looked at his right hand, which was wrapped in plaster, for three seconds. Was he acting bravely or acting bravely?
"Hello - 110? I'm at the xx intersection..."
When Feng Xiulan was beaten until he was bent into a shrimp, he suddenly heard a clear voice coming from a distance, and he even thought that the voice was very familiar.
Tan Zhao deliberately spoke loudly. The three people inside who were beating him were not deaf. When they heard the alarm, they got scared very quickly. However, the one who ran out at the end obviously hated Tan Zhao and deliberately bumped into Tan Zhao's arm. Tan Zhao
He kicked the person casually, and knowing it was a hard blow, he immediately got up and ran away.
"..." What a "hero".
Tan Zhao pulled his suitcase and walked inside, only to see a thin boy getting up from the ground with difficulty. The school uniform looked familiar, well, the face looked familiar too.
Isn’t this Feng Xiulan’s primary schoolmate from Class 13, the former bishop?
"Classmate Feng, are you okay?"
Only then did Feng Xiulan realize that the person who saved him just now was actually his class teacher: "You... called the police?"
The little boy's voice was cold and hard, like a stone wrapped in ice and snow in winter. Tan Zhao didn't care and simply sat on the suitcase, then shook his head: "No."
"...Thank you."
After a long time, Feng Xiulan stood up unsteadily and walked out. Tan Zhao waited for about ten meters and suddenly said: "Classmate Feng, although I won't thank you for your kindness, but would you mind taking the teacher in for a few days?"
As far as I remember, Feng Xiulan did not live with his parents, but lived alone outside the school.
Feng Xiulan felt that he might have had a brain cramp, otherwise how could he allow his submissive head teacher to live in his home?! Looking at Su Jinglin who was leisurely nestled on the balcony sofa and playing with his mobile phone with one hand, Feng Xiulan suddenly felt that he was the one
The illusion of this home guest.
"Classmate Xiao Feng, do you need the teacher to help you apply medicine?"
Feng Xiulan glanced at the opponent's tightly wrapped plaster arm strangely. Tan Zhao followed the young man's gaze to his right arm. Well, there were two injuries.
"No need." The young man's voice was still surprisingly cold.
After Feng Xiulan finished speaking, he went back to his room and probably applied the medicine himself.
The space became quiet, and Tan Zhao looked around this large flat floor of nearly 200 square meters. There were not many traces of life. His suitcase was still placed in the entrance hall, and the sun was setting outside the window. It was great that he no longer had to sleep on the street.
Tan Zhao opened the takeout software with great interest.
Feng Xiulan took a shower and came out smelling of safflower oil, and saw Su Jinglin coming back with takeout.
The two of them sat at the dining table, relatively speechless. Halfway through the meal, Tan Zhao suddenly said, "Classmate Xiao Feng, do you know how to make 1.3 million quickly?"
Feng Xiulan almost swallowed the food into his trachea.
"Is it difficult to answer?" He has been away from modern society for too long and has lost the skills to make money. Alas.
"It's not difficult. Dreaming is faster."
... This little classmate actually knew how to joke. Tan Zhao replied: "I thought you would say that robbing a bank is faster?"
Who would have thought that this young classmate with fine features would say: "Teacher Su, robbing a bank is illegal."