Chapter 1: Revival of the System

"In the 2817 Global Special Report, yesterday afternoon, one of the seven great powers of the planet Gaia, the Chinese Dragon Kingdom submitted the last batch of cultural extinction documents to the coalition government, including ancient characters, ancient calligraphy, Peking Opera, ink painting and other related more than 100 literary and artistic documents...."

"From today, the Chinese Dragon Kingdom has officially integrated into the Gaia Star family, and Gaia Star has officially entered a new historical ....."

"After nearly ten years of statistics from the coalition government, the use rate of Chinese characters in the Chinese Dragon Kingdom is less than 1 in 1,000, and nearly 4 billion people in the country do not know how to use ancient characters, and at the same time have no knowledge of their own history, which meets the conditions for cultural extinction...."

"The Dragon Kingdom of China, which has been recorded in history for more than 6,000 years before history, is one of the five ancient civilizations, with a splendid culture for nearly 1,000 years......."

The boy looked up at the huge screen that suddenly appeared in the air, and his face was shocked, and he didn't fit in with the people around him who were also looking up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The boy is not shocked by the picture that appears out of thin air, with the development of science and technology, mankind has long entered the era of quantum technology, and teleportation technology has been perfected, not to mention this projection technology.

The boy's shock lies in the news that the sweet-looking host on the screen tells.

"What is an ancient script, Mom?" asked a sweet little girl beside her, holding her mother's hand.

"Ancient characters, well, it's the kind of characters that are written with a lot of strokes, I haven't used it for many years, and now it's all Gaia Star automatic transmission technology, and very few people write anymore. The little girl's mother said with a smile.

"Peking Opera?" is that kind of squeaky noise painted in history books?" another boy next to him whispered softly.

"I can't talk about the noise, I heard that the sense of rhythm is quite good, I found a Blu-ray disc when I was sorting out antiques at home, I listened to it, and it was quite interesting, but I don't know what I was singing. Another boy's laughter was heard.

"Speaking of which, I should have applied a long time ago, something that no one knows, it's too out of step with the times. A girl's contemptuous voice.

"It's a pity. The old man sighed.

"Now, it is finally considered cultural unity, and the country can no longer promote separate education, and there is no need to take two exams for each exam. A man in a suit who looked like a teacher lifted his eyes.

"You just want to teach one less class. The female colleague next to her laughed stupidly.

This news is broadcast all over the world, and some yellow people will look up, and then sigh and recall the words and languages that belong to the Huaxia Dragon Kingdom in their memory, some regrets, but it is harmless to continue to run, looking a little cold and numb.

"It's over, after more than a thousand years of fighting, I still haven't kept what my ancestors have passed down. In a completely futuristic laboratory, a white-haired teenager in a wheelchair let out a helpless sigh as he watched the host on the holographic screen introduce the last culture of the Dragon Kingdom, martial arts.

"Doctor, you've done your best. Another mechanical voice sounded in the lab, seemingly reassuring.

"If you want to destroy a country, first destroy its culture, the US imperialists have conspired for more than a thousand years, and finally let them succeed, the ancestors were too prescient, and studying medicine could not save the people of the Dragon Kingdom. "The white-haired boy's bright and deep eyes are as vast as the universe.

"This is an inexorable process in the evolution of human civilization, and you have done a good job. The mechanical voice continued.

"Survival of the fittest, there are always people who want to be eliminated, I know, but why is it my dragon culture? From ancient times to the present, only my dragon country has continued its civilization for 6,000 years, and the civilization of the West has been pieced together for more than 2,000 years, so why should we eliminate it?" The white-haired boy's eyes flashed with unwillingness and indignation, "I am not reconciled, and from now on the dragon country is just a symbol. ”

"Warning, your current thoughts are dangerous, the Federal Agency is trying to invade. "The system sounds an alarm.

"More than ten centuries ago, the West launched a Renaissance, laying the foundation for this millennium of civilization, from material and immaterial civilizations are enslaving and squeezing our dragon country, this account must be calculated clearly. The boy looked at the flickering alarm lights in the laboratory, pushed his wheelchair to a machine, and told him about taking out something the size of a glass ball.

The orb the size of a glass ball resembled the planet Gaia, and the boy held the orb and slammed it against the wall.

The strange thing is that the glass ball did not shatter on the wall, but melted into the wall.

A crazy smile appeared on the corner of the white-haired boy's mouth and pressed a button on the wheelchair.

The entire lab seemed to twist, and in the blink of an eye, the lab vanished as if it had evaporated, leaving only a group of federal police officers on flying cars looking at each other.

And the glass ball passed through a mysterious tunnel, leading to an unknown place, accompanied by an unwilling roar.

"My glorious Chinese civilization, with anger, revival"

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"Chinese culture, also known as Chinese culture and Han culture, refers to the unique Chinese culture that has evolved and developed on the basis of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It is characterized by the development of the hundred schools of thought of Chinese culture, especially Confucian culture and the thought of the Celestial Empire. "A bald professor with his shirt tucked into his pants and a big belly swayed from side to side on the podium, the wooden podium squeaking in pain, as if it could not bear the weight of the professor.

This is a very ordinary classroom, ordinary wooden tables, ordinary wooden podiums, and ordinary professors, but the students in the teachers are not ordinary, the women are beautiful, and the men are handsome, which adds a lot of color to this ordinary classroom.

Except for the skinny boy who dozed by the window in the far corner.

Because of his emaciated figure, the boy is a little short, and the face of a passer-by made up of ordinary facial features and the raunchy broken hair are in stark contrast to the handsome men and women in this classroom.

The professor held his eyes, stopped the lecture, picked up the head of the chalk, checked it, and put it down again.

Picking up the blackboard eraser, he smiled satisfactorily and rounded his short fat arm and threw it at the dozing boy.

The chalkboard eraser took a straight route towards the boy, and there was a lot of chalk dust scattered along the way.

There was no dramatic scene of the blackboard eraser flying into the boy's mouth, not because the professor was not good, but because the boy seemed to have a feeling and ducked his head to avoid the blackboard, but the white chalk ash on the eraser still stained the boy's head, and he looked quite embarrassed.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

"Wang Yao, answer the question. The professor didn't care, and shouted as he lifted the frame.

The thin boy brushed the chalk dust from his hair, picked up the blackboard on the ground, threw it back to the podium, moved cleanly, yawned, and muttered indistinctly, "Professor Yang, you ask." ”

"Went to be a thief last night?" Professor Yang asked.

"I don't think it's a textbook problem. The young man named Wang Yao rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Well, where is the source of Chinese civilization?" Professor Yang asked with a smile.

"The Yellow River civilization and the Yangtze River civilization. Wang Yao replied.

"What do the two represent culture?" Professor Yang asked again.

"The Yangtze River civilization is early with the Majiabang culture, and the Yellow River civilization is early with the Longshan culture, one is 7000 BC and the other is 5000 BC. Young Wang Yao still spoke in a lazy tone.

The more than 20 students in the class turned their heads to look at Wang Yao and Professor Yang asking and answering, this thin young man seemed to be extremely smart, and he could answer all kinds of tricky questions from the professor.

At the same time, it is also the best pastime to consume the professor's class time, after all, cultural classes are too difficult for this group of children who study art.

It's because I'm too lazy to study cultural classes, so I come to apply for art colleges!

This is an art college located in Zhejiang Province, China, called Hangcheng Art School, is a school that can be entered by spending money, but there are still a few celebrities who go out of this school, although it is a junior college, but it is not shabby after graduation.

However, in 2000 in China, learning art is always just to mix diplomas, and only with a good diploma can you arrange an iron rice bowl, and the college upgrade is a shortcut for these rich children who don't like to learn, and they can also cultivate some artistic cultivation, and parents are willing to send it.

However, in this school full of rich children, there must always be one or two wonderful, simply to mix scholarships, such as Wang Yao, who has relied on his talent from secondary school to rely on various scholarships to now be a freshman, or is still escorted, basically belonging to the situation of being raised by the school.

When it comes to this Wang Yao, the teachers in the school are a little helpless, most of the professional subjects fail, but the strength of cultural subjects, basically there is no professor who is difficult to stand with him, the theoretical knowledge can be called demonic, but it is the lazy nature that makes people sigh, if you study hard, you will definitely become a talent who contributes to the society.

In 2000, in Huaxia, which had just recovered from great difficulties, talent was the most important thing, and teachers loved talents, but unfortunately Wang Yao didn't appreciate it, no matter what class he attended, he looked like he didn't get enough sleep, and he didn't know what he was doing at night.

After spending a cultural class with Professor Yang, Wang Yao shook his head and walked out of the classroom, because he was an orphan, he was withdrawn by nature and had no public language with this group of rich children with eyes to the brain, so from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, he was alone, but he was quite famous in school, but it was not a good name.

Nerds.

Because he is often alone in the school library, like a ghost, there are very few people in the library for art reasons, most of them are soaked in the practice room, but he is a wonder.

The library is led by a relatively remote path that is sparsely populated.

"Idiot, are you going to read a book again?" a tall figure blocked Wang Yao's way, and said with a weird smile.

Hearing this voice, Wang Yao instinctively frowned and took a step back.

"Bajie, don't you get tired of reading all day long?" Another hippie smiling voice blocked Wang Yao's path from the other side.

"People are nerds, not pig nerds. Wang Yao's other side of the road was also blocked.

In addition to retreating, Wang Yao was basically in a state of surroundment, and three strong men who were a head taller than him and several laps stronger surrounded him.

Wang Yao frowned, lowered his head, and the somewhat godless eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, but he still said in a weak tone, "No money." ”

"Didn't you just give out a scholarship the day before yesterday?1500, where did it go?" asked Wang Yao with a smile on the big fat man's face.

"Spent. Wang Yao quietly took a step back.

"Brother, are you buying a house?1500 has been spent?" the other yellow hair sneered, and picked him up with Wang Yao's collar, "Third child, search." ”

Wang Yao stood on tiptoe and nodded to the ground, looking at Huang Mao with a somewhat pale face.

"Okay!" said another flat-headed boy with a smile and groped his hand into Wang Yao's trouser pocket.

Wang Yao frowned and didn't struggle, and waited until Pingtou searched all the pockets on his body before raising the corners of his mouth, "Now believe it." ”

"Boy, I got you ready for the money last week, and it seems that you really didn't pay attention to it. Huang Mao sighed and shook his head regretfully.

Wang Yao's eyes froze, and he had some bad premonitions.

"I have to give you a long memory, or I won't be able to serve the public in the future. Huang Mao grinned and sneered, "Rip off his pants for me." ”

Wang Yao's face became more and more pale, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Zhao Kai, don't go too far. ”

Huang Mao, that is, Zhao Kai is a well-known gangster in this school, not only can he eat well in his studies, but he also has a certain strength outside the school, and his family is also a little rich, but he just likes to bully honest people like Wang Yao.

"I know that the teachers are spoiling you, and I don't dare to beat you, I can't be punished for beating you" The yellow-haired Zhao Kai smiled and patted Wang Yao's face, "However, if you don't want to wait to run in the playground with your bare buttocks, just be obedient and give me the money, I don't want much, 500 is enough." ”

"You're blackmailing. Wang Yao said in a low voice.

"500 yuan for a pair of pants, you choose. The flat-headed hand groped on Wang Yao's belt, giving Wang Yao goosebumps.

"I really spent the money. Wang Yao's tone softened, "If you don't wait for the next semester, I'll give you 1000." ”

"Bad checks are good, smart people just don't work. Zhao Kai grinned, "It's a pity that I'm not a fool, a fool believes that you spent 1500 all at once." ”

"Everyone, classmates, why should I lie to you?" Wang Yao persuaded softly.

"Yes. Zhao Kai's expression suddenly changed, he let go of the hand that was holding Wang Yao, and helped him tidy up his collar, staring at the green jade hanging from Wang Yao's neck, "This, press it in my hand." ”

Wang Yao's face turned cold, and he protected the green jade on his neck, "Zhao Kai, don't go too far." ”

"Who made my brother really tight. Zhao Kai stretched out his hand with a tangled face and touched the green jade on Wang Yao's neck.

Wang Yao's eyes shrank, pushed away Zhao Kai's hand with one hand, turned around and ran behind him, as soon as he turned around, he tripped under his feet and flew out, his head spun when his face hit the ground, and the laughter of the three people behind him was in a trance.

Wang Yao lay on the ground in a daze, his consciousness was a little flustered, until a brush of pure white sneakers appeared in front of him, and a calf that was whiter than white sneakers.

"Zhao Kai, Mr. Xu will come over later. "The owner of the white sneakers has a nice voice, but the tone is a little cold.

"Zheng Jingjing, you are really nosy. Zhao Kai sneered, "The so-called can't hide from the first day of junior high school, but can't hide from fifteen, what's the point of you helping him?"

"I'm not helping him, and I don't care about the fifteenth day of junior high school, I'm just going to the library with Mr. Xu to borrow books. Zheng Jingjing's light tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Zhao Kaiwei laughed, "Whatever you want, you will follow this kid on the fifteenth day of junior high school." ”

After speaking, he took his two brothers and walked in the other direction, and when he passed by, he kicked Wang Yao, who was lying on the ground.

Seeing the three of them leaving, Zheng Jingjing breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of disgust flashed in her clear beautiful eyes on her white face, and she looked down at Wang Yao who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.

However, looking at the question that Wang Yao had given her before, Zheng Jingjing still threw down a pack of tissues and walked in the direction of the library without speaking.

The tissues with the girl's body temperature and fragrant fragrance stimulated Wang Yao's snort, but it still couldn't make him wake up from his trance, because he felt as if his consciousness had left his body and entered another dimension.

It was a pitch-black space, only under his feet was a piece of land of less than four square meters, with a green jade-colored square stone on it, Wang Yao squatted down and touched it, after a slight vibration, handwriting appeared on the stone, and at the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in the space.

"The revival system was launched. ”

"Identification. ”

Host: Yao Wang,

Health Intensity: E-

Talent: Unforgettable

Skill: Chinese Reading (Elementary)

Vocal (Introductory)

Dance (Introductory)

Revival process: 0

Revival Project: None

Mission: Not Activated

Fame: 13