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Wang Wei, 22 years old this year, male gender, fond of women.

He lives at No. 402, Wangjia Hutong, a small city in Sichuan, and has spent his 12 years of study in a plain way, his grades are really not good, he was not admitted to university, and he has lived so many years with a passerby face, and he has no characteristics, this is him.

As a purebred ** silk in a small town, he no longer has any expectations for life.

Since his lesbian table was transferred away from the third grade of elementary school, his womanhood is basically nothing.

There are no women to look up to, and there are no relatives, the two elders died together five years ago, leaving two suites, one to live in, one to rent, and a fixed job to work in a noodle restaurant, since he was a child, he has deeply understood one thing: on his own conditions, if he wants to find a girlfriend before the age of thirty-five, it is a hellish thing.

So he's always had the mentality of getting by, because he understands.

Even if you are unwilling.

It's not useful.

As a grassroots worker, he commuted to and from work on time every day, worked hard to complete the work, and finally spent two years to raise his salary from 2500 to 3100, Wang Wei said that he was very happy about this: 2500 minus 0 is really unlucky to become 250.

There was only so much purpose left in his life.

He originally thought that he would live his characterless life so plainly, just like most people, born and raised in this small city, and then either go out of the city to wave, and then come back after doing nothing, or stay in the city with peace of mind, find a job that can support him, and live a solid life, and then marry a wife who is not so loving but can live a good life, have a son to raise and retire, and then watch his son complete the same cycle as himself.

That's what most people in the town do.

I still remember that day, Wang Wei finally waited for a day off, lay in bed and took a nap in that boring afternoon, slept comfortably and then got up and opened his eyes.

"Oh, I'm going! What is this place, why am I here?!"

Then he saw the ceiling that was completely unfamiliar... Strangely, he rolled from a bed to the ground, and the first thing he saw was the deerskin floor, and then he got up and saw the gray stone walls and ceiling.

It took him three full months to recover, sort out the mixed memories in his mind, and know that he had an extra father in a daze, and this feeling is simply a slump.

Then he understood that it was a medieval world, and he finally had his own purpose.

He tried to make gunpowder and glass to monopolize the two worlds of military and commerce, and then found firecrackers and glass beads, he tried to wake up the system, found his golden finger, and then found that all the attempts were lost, he tried to practice martial arts, relying on the little things left in his head to practice Chinese martial arts, reproduce the art of war, and then saw the local cross swordsmanship and flying eagle swordsmanship, and turned out "On Protracted War------- Serbian Military Strategy, Sixth Edition, "Jungle Warfare Techniques", and "History of the Evolution of Military Formations" from the library at home.

Then Wang Wei accepted his fate, honestly being his little nobleman, waiting to grow up and inherit his cheap father's small territory... If you win the battle with two brothers.

Then he discovered that there was magic and something like vindictiveness in this world!!

I still remember that night, he opened the family inheritance qi and blood power cultivation method with an excited face, practiced all night, and finally succeeded... Falling asleep ...

For the next whole year, he was tossing himself, and the cheap dad also noticed his actions and found him a teacher, and finally, he showed a little bit of qi and blood power, so little that he himself sometimes ignores the past, and ordinary people are about the same... Then he began to read and write, and tossed for more than a year.

Then he finally resigned himself to his fate.

I was originally an ordinary person, and after crossing over, I was the same.

Regarding such a reality, he said: "Mom, let me go back quickly!! labor and management can't play through this gear!!"

Until that day, the wizard came, and he was detected with wizarding talent, and the excited yo at that time almost didn't slow down and lay on the ground.

Then he embarked on the road to becoming a wizard, and when he arrived at school, he found out: What the hell is it to do a half-month exercise before !! meditation!! I can't do the exercises for two months to put a fireball!! what the hell are the three laws of thermodynamics and the three laws of gravity!! what is the law of conservation of matter!!

None of this is magical!!!

Finally, he accepted reality again: this is the difference between reality and imagination, if you want to be a wizard apprentice, the first thing is to complete the "Huanggang Meditation Question Book", "Five-year Spell Casting and Three Years Simulation", as well as "The Complete Collection of Questions" and "Exam Must Pass, Magic Formula Question Book" and finally a "Ten Years of Spell Casting and Seven Years of Simulation".

He was very single, and he knelt down to fate completely.

Now he is thirteen years old, and he is a student at Merlin No. 7 Intermediate School, a branch of the Holman Academy of Magic and Wizardry.

He also finally got used to his name: Don Quixote.

He can only work hard step by step, and now he is barely a middle school student.

Don Quixote can only accept all the reality, completely integrate into the world, stay away from those false and unrealistic fantasies, only occasionally in the dead of night and still struggling to do exercises while gagging with his roommates who are in a hurry to do homework like himself, he will miss his previous life, at least at that time he still had a TV and refrigerator, and a computer and mobile phone, so he didn't have to rush his homework like now.

The knowledge of the previous life has been returned to the teacher, and the stars I liked have almost forgotten, and the only thing I remember now is a little common sense from the previous life, and one or two Jay Chou songs.

It happens to be the fifteenth anniversary of the school, although the general lifespan of wizards is between one hundred and fifty to two hundred and seventy, but now it seems that fifteen years is still a long time, the only thing to do is to take advantage of the fact that I can still remember it, and immediately sing it.

At least that's what Wang Wei, that is, Don Quixote, thinks.