There was a "bang" of the door closing.

The sleeping king gradually woke up at once.

Looking up at the bedside alarm clock, "7:40." ”

He sighed, slowly put on his clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

Looking at his completely unfamiliar self in the bathroom mirror, he was silent.

This 180-tall, well-proportioned, and delicate-looking body should be the only benefit of crossing at present.

A month ago, he was working on a three-shift assembly line in China.

But when I woke up, I came to New York City in 1995 and became a 17-year-old Chinese teenager named Wang Jian.

Thinking about the memories of the original owner, he couldn't help but feel his head grow for a while.

Abandoned by his parents since he was a child, he moved between multiple foster families.

Due to personality and environmental problems, he has never been able to integrate into society normally, and finally not long ago, he was sentenced to 50 days of community labor for theft.

And, in the process of working in the community, I also met my current roommate, Al.

A black guy who mingles with an unknown hip-hop singer in the Bronx.

I haven't even been to the police station in my previous life, how did I cross over to this kind of person?

That's it, but what's the deal with traveling to the United States?

In my previous life, I never paid attention to the opportunities for making a fortune in the United States.

"Hey, Wang, this is the address of the new hotel, you go and try it. A skinny black man with dreadlocks poked his head out and said to Wang Yan, "I said that Al introduced me." ”

"Thank you," Wang gradually clashed fists with Al and said, "I've been punctual enough lately, and I'll come back at half past seven every morning." ”

"There's no way, the big guy I'm following is about to make his debut. Al said: "Now I am gaining popularity in various nightclubs and mixing people. ”

"Alright, I'm going to sleep. Gotta go tonight. ”

With that, he shook his hand and yawned and walked towards the bedroom.

Wang gradually looked at the note in his hand and shook it gently.

In the slums, which are dominated by blacks and Latinos, as a Chinese, I have to find someone to help me even find a job as a waiter.

If it weren't for his parents in his previous life, he would have wanted to smuggle back now, at most, a middle school student.

Wang gradually thought about it while coming to the living room.

After hastily eating two slices of bread, he put on his coat and walked out of the gloomy apartment.

The weather in New York in April is still a bit cold.

In the open space not far away, some drunks sat on several cement pipes, drinking the wine left over from last night or the wine they just bought today.

In some small alleys, there are some homeless people lying around, among them are addicts, people with failed marriages, failed investments, etc.

There are mostly men, and there are also a few women.

Even the gangsters in the slums don't bother to rob them, they mainly rob each other ...

At the end of the street, there were several Cadillac SUVs, and the sound of Wang Ba chanting scriptures came from them.

They are the masters of the slums, the real gangsters.

At the moment, they are waiting for business to come to their door, while enjoying their favorites, cocaine and gangster rap.

Wang gradually walked a few steps quickly, far away from these people, and by the way, calculated in his mind how long he still had to complete the community work, and then stay away from here.

In a few moments, he came to the door of a restaurant.

Wang gradually checked the address carefully, then took a deep breath, then pushed open the door of the restaurant and walked in.

"Are you?" asked an old white man.

"I was introduced by Al and applied for a waiter. Wang gradually said quickly.

"Oh, Al introduced you. The old man had a look of embarrassment on his face, "I thought it was black, it would be closer to the customer." ”

Blacks?

Pull in distance?

Wang gradually still had a hint of luck in his heart, "Chinese Americans can also close the distance with customers?"

"Most of the Chinese have gone to Chinatown, the rest have gone to Manhattan, and how many have come to the Bronx?" the boss scoffed.

With that, he took out three $20 bills, handed them to Wang Yan, and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Wang gradually didn't want to take it, but after thinking about it, why not?

Is it because the other party doesn't admit him because of his skin color, and it's not because he is not his own?

Just those few sentences, if you record them, you can win by going to court to sue for racial discrimination.

It is entirely reasonable to accept compensation.

So, he took the money, didn't say anything more, and turned away.

On the way back, he began to figure it out.

It's impossible to leave the Bronx until you're done with your community work.

And 50 days of community work means that you have to stay here for two months.

The rent for an apartment is $500 per month, and various living expenses are cut to the extreme, which is about $300.

So, the monetary cost of completing the community labor is $1,600.

And his own deposit is $2100.

Most of the savings are due to community labor.

So when the community labor is over, there will only be $500 left?

Wouldn't my college dream be unrealizable?

Even the cheapest community colleges, the tuition is not thousands of dollars, and they can't afford it.

In the future, will you only be able to work as a waiter, courier and other professions?

Wang gradually thought as he walked back to the apartment in a daze.

Sitting on the couch, he thought about how he could make money quickly.

Of course, it is excluded from breaking the law.

After thinking for a long time and without results, Wang gradually sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, he was a poor ghost in his last life, is he still a poor ghost in this life?

I asked, I was thinking.

He scratched his head vigorously, ready to take a break and think about what to do later.

So, he casually picked up the comics that Al had placed on the table.

It is said that this manga has been quite popular recently.

Wang gradually glanced at the name of the comic.

"Aquaman"?

Turning the first page, the style of painting is okay and acceptable.

Read on.

The story of the comic is probably as follows: a child named Arthur Currie, who is in Atlantean blood and has many superpowers, the most powerful of which are related to water.

Then, he uses these superpowers to fight villains such as pirates and whalers with high-tech weapons, and then protect the world.

After reading it for more than ten minutes, Wang gradually was speechless.

This comic does not study the origin of superpowers and protagonists like hard science fiction.

There is also no dazzling skill and fighting atmosphere like Hollywood blockbusters.

There is no such thing as Wang gradually thought in his mind, mixed in the crowd, and others didn't know how good I was, so I silently pretended to be X.

It's just a fake big empty shout, protect the world.

Then, the human beings of the world and the protagonist kill the villain together, and then the whole play ends.

That's it?

Popular?

Wang gradually couldn't help but think of the online articles he had read in his previous life.

Although I can't remember the specific plots of those online articles in my head, I probably still know some routines.

You have to give an adventure at the beginning.

The origin and reason of the adventure are not important, what matters is the process of pretending to be x and slapping the face.

Any fiancée has withdrawn from the marriage, become a son-in-law, and have to arrange for her daughter to live in a kennel.

Then the protagonist gets angry and begins to counterattack.

In the process of counterattack, you have to slap your face wildly, slap your face in different tricks, slap your small face, and slap your old face.

That's cool.

Just thinking like this, several long rows of bookshelves suddenly appeared in Wang Yan's mind.

At the very bottom of the first shelf there is already a book.

When he looked closely, he saw that it was a book with a yellow cover and a very thick cover.

Wang gradually picked up the book in his mind, and saw a few big words written on it.

"I Am the Archmage"?