Ruicheng, a small county-level city on the coast. Located in the southernmost part of Jiang Province, there are many mountains and rivers, overseas Chinese hometowns are everywhere, and there are many private enterprises, which have embarked on the tide of the times in the early days of domestic reform and opening up, and have created a large number of rich and noble people.

It was only later that the economy of all parts of the country developed at a high speed, and many large cities with superior geographical locations and advanced planning began to take off, which greatly implied that the latecomers would prevail.

After that, everyone can probably guess what happened. Due to various factors, Ruicheng, like its direct superior, Wenshi, has been reduced to an inconspicuous marginal city in the east.

However, it is such a half-old and half-new coastal town, but it is a mixed bag, with all kinds of characters, and the person who is casually pulled out on the street may be a billionaire worth tens of millions or billions.

And the story of this book begins in such a little-known small county.

(The content of this book is purely fictional by the author, and any similarities are purely coincidental.) )

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Yongsan Senior High School is named after the landmark building of Ruicheng, Yongsan Tower.

Don't look at the small area of this school, only two or three scattered dilapidated teaching buildings and a plastic runway that is only 250 meters away from the circle, but it is a serious provincial third-level key middle school, and the admission rate can probably rank in the top five in Ruicheng.

In school, like a regular high school, there are three grades, and each grade has eight classes. More than 1,000 students, from the bottom to the top, were crammed into a seven-story U-shaped school building.

The first and second years of high school were arranged on the first to fourth floors. In the third year of high school, due to the pressure of the college entrance examination, in order not to be disturbed by the junior students, he specially crossed the first floor and was arranged on the sixth and seventh floors. The vacant classrooms on the fifth floor were transformed into offices for teachers of all grades by order of the school leaders.

Today is the first day of school in the second half of the year, and all classes are filled with restless teenagers who have just finished their two-month summer vacation. Although it was raining outside, the noise of the students handing out new books could drown out the dull thunder in the sky.

However, in such a noisy environment, there was a person lying listlessly on the desk, staring at the pile of learning materials on the table, ignoring the head teacher who was spitting on the podium and talking about the new arrangement of the new semester.

This person is the protagonist of the story, Chen Hao, an ordinary high school student who has just been promoted from the second to the third year of high school.

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To say that this Chen Hao is also a person with a background, I think that when he was just admitted to a third-rate school like Longgao from the best junior high school in Ruicheng, his grades were still in the top three in the whole grade.

But after entering high school, this guy began to feel uncomfortable with his studies and became obsessed with the Internet all day long. When I don't read novels or anime, I get home on the weekend and start playing computer games as soon as I throw away my school bag.

In addition, Chen Hao's parents had already applied for a visa to work in Europe to earn euros when he was just a freshman in high school, and he, a fake overseas Chinese with a lot of fun, began to neglect discipline, and his grades slowly declined day by day, until he was stuffed into the last row of the classroom on the grounds of height, and spent his days with a few poor students.

What does that mean?

The seating arrangement in the classroom is very particular!

The first three rows are called the Xueba area. No matter how tall or short you are, as long as you are the best learner, the teacher would like you to put your head on the podium to learn!

As for the middle three rows, that's called the VIP recharge area. Most of the students who sit in these positions are average in their studies, but because their parents stuff the teacher with a little gift every New Year's holiday, they arrange for them to move forward a little.

As for the back three rows where Chen Hao sits, it is called the aristocratic entertainment area. These places are often home to poor students, and almost everyone has a mobile phone hidden in their desk. As long as you don't want to listen to the lecture, as soon as you lower your head, you start a 45-minute soul wandering.

In fact, the teachers standing on the podium can see it clearly, who will deliberately bury their heads in class and stare at their crotch?

Fortunately, Chen Hao's group didn't mistreat during class, they were quiet like a piece of wood, just bowing their heads and tinkering with their own small movements. In the past two years, I have never had any conflicts with the teachers of various subjects, which is really thankful.

However, there was a lot of time in the first and second years of high school, and it was okay to play blindly all day. But as soon as he entered the third year of high school, several die-hard friends around him actually began to shake their heads and began to read the sage book, ignoring the invitation to team up for games on the mobile phone, which made Chen Hao, who planned to finish three years, depressed.

"I said you all took the wrong medicine, are you really going to start studying hard in the next year?" Chen Hao's eyes glared at the boss, and he sent a message to a sworn friend spinach at the next table.

This spinach was originally named Zheng Bocai, and he is currently the fastest running cow in Long Gaoli. On the 100-meter track, you can rush into 11 seconds, and you have a lot of sports cells.

It's a pity that his parents wanted their son to become Jackie Chan and gave him the name of a polytechnic, hoping that he would be able to learn from others when he grew up, but they didn't give him a hard-working brain. After two years of high school, I was at the bottom of almost every exam. In addition, this guy is very arrogant on weekdays, so he was simply given the nickname of spinach.

"Brother!"

"My mom asked me to go to a sports school and come back to be a PE teacher. The results of cultural courses must be at least the whole college admission line, and if I don't work hard in the next year, my beautiful college life will fly!" Spinach whispered back with a grin.

"Holy!"

"Just like you, you still want to be a teacher, just don't harm the flowers of the motherland!" Chen Hao glanced at the other party.

"Chen Hao, no, you can work harder. Don't even be able to go to a junior college at that time, you will have the best grades in a few miles of high school. Another sworn friend, Chen Zhiyong, opened his mouth to persuade.

Chen Zhiyong is also a track and field practitioner, and plans to go to a normal school next year.

Come to think of it, which high school student can break the school's shot put and solid ball records at least three times in two years? If you don't practice track and field, it's really a loss to Chen Zhiyong's arms that are as thick as iron hammers.

However, when he thought that the two dead friends sitting next to him had returned to the "right path" by the pressure of the third year of high school, Chen Hao's depressed energy did not come to one place, so he simply slammed his chin on the table, planning to wander the world for a day.

Fortunately, Chen Hao is not the only one who is messing around, sitting in front of Chen Hao's stammer, and at the moment he is stuffing his head into the table, reading with relish an anime magazine that he just bought from the newsstand.

This stammer's original name was Zhang Jian, although he spoke awkwardly, but he had a thunderous nickname, that is, he loved anime. Whether it's made on the island or Guoman, this guy almost never falls. As long as it's a new one, it's right to ask him.

No, I heard Chen Hao complaining to himself. Stammered into his bag and handed a black rectangular box from under the table.

Chen ...... Chen Hao...... This is an e-book that my dad just brought back from abroad...... There are a lot of comics in it, so I want you to take a look at ......," stammered cautiously.

"Good brother!"

"Invite you to drink milk tea after school!"

Chen Hao, who was lying on his stomach, was bored, and when he heard that there were comics to read, he instantly became energetic. I saw him take the e-book with the black and white screen from under the table one by one, open it, and find that there were dozens of new and old comics stored in it, so he simply clicked on a book that he hadn't looked at and read it beautifully.

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With the company of comics, Chen Hao didn't feel that time was difficult. When the school bell rang, this guy was reluctant to let go, so he patted his stammering shoulder and said, "I just saw a wonderful place, lend me a night, and I will pay you back tomorrow when I go to school!"

"Good...... All right...... Remember to take it back and charge it at night...... Bright...... I'm going to use ...... tomorrow" stammered a little helplessly, seeing that Chen Hao's eyes were still shining, he couldn't agree if he didn't agree, so he simply threw the charger of the e-book he brought to Chen Hao.

"Thanks!"

Chen Hao haughtily asked for a cup of the most expensive bubble tea in the milk tea shop at Longgaomen, and then planned to go home with an empty schoolbag stuffed with e-books.

It's a pity that God is not beautiful. From the showers in the morning of the school year, it rained until dark. In addition, Chen Hao never brought an umbrella when he went out to be cool. By the time he carried his schoolbag and spent more than 20 minutes reversing a bus back to his rental house, the guy was already drenched all over his body.

"I'm going! It's raining too hard!"

As soon as he returned to his nest, Chen Hao shook off the rain on his body, and took a dry towel from the small bathroom to wipe his hair.

It's just that when he saw the schoolbag that he had thrown in the corner by the window, Chen Hao immediately realized: "It's broken!

Chen Hao hurriedly opened the zipper and took out the black e-book.

Just touched the black shell of the e-book full of water stains everywhere, and pressed the boot button a few times to see the screen light up, Chen Hao couldn't wait to scratch his two big mouths: "Nima! let you pretend not to bring an umbrella, it won't be damaged by the rain, right?"

"Turn it on for me!"

Just as Chen Hao was fiddling with how to save this borrowed e-book, a blue-purple thunder suddenly flashed in a thick rain cloud above Ruicheng.

With a "boom", countless Ruicheng people were startled by this thunder.

As for Chen Hao, he was also shocked, and the hairs on his body stood up. It's just that when he looked up at the sky outside the window, the blue-purple thunder had already drawn a zigzag.

And one of the extremely small forks actually avoided all the lightning rods on the nearby high-rise buildings as if it were ghosts, and rushed into Chen Hao's window.

"it!"

There was no time to scream, Chen Hao only felt stiff, and his eyes were full of blue-purple light. It's like going back to a time when I was a child, when I was sucked into the 220V plug of the household with a metal fork, I just cried, and finally I was saved by the grandfather who came to pull the electric switch.

It's a pity that this time it was struck by a flash of lightning of 1 billion volts!

Not a household 220V plug electricity!

It's good that he didn't chop his bastard high school junior to death!

As for the e-book in his hand that couldn't be turned on no matter how much he pressed it, the screen suddenly lit up when the lightning was turned on.

I saw that on that screen, a comic book that Chen Hao was familiar with began to turn the pages in a garbled manner, and finally accompanied by the blue-purple thunder, it was distorted into a silvery-white data stream that could not be detected by the naked eye, and directly drilled into Chen Hao's body.

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