"Doctor, why hasn't my son woken up yet?

"As I said, the patient's physiology has returned to normal, and the fact that he doesn't wake up may just be that he doesn't want to wake up. But I guess he can hear everything, you go and say something, stimulate him, maybe he will be able to wake up, if he can't wake up, there is a possibility of becoming a vegetative person! I have other patients to see, if there is a situation, call me!" Then, there was the sound of footsteps fading away.

And at this moment, lying on the hospital bed, unable to open his eyes, unable to speak, and unable to move his hands, Banyuanjun has already scolded in his heart.

The reason why Lao Tzu can't wake up is because he is fusing this body and system, and he is at a critical time.

That's right, Banyuan-kun is not the original owner of this body, although he has the same name as the original owner of this body.

Banyuan-kun is one of the vast number of travelers from Earth, and after his accidental death, he travels to the body of the boy who happened to drown.

It's just that what makes Banyuanjun curious is that the reason why he is called Banyuanjun is because his father's surname is Banyuanjun, and it is more difficult to choose a name.

Of course, it's also because of my father's low level of education, I only know that it is taken from Hua Cong's lazy review, and the literal meaning of half-edge cultivation and half-edge Jun is that I don't look at other women, I just like you, but I don't know that this is written by Yuan Zhi in memory of his deceased wife.

However, this parallel world has not been passed down through the ages, so why is it still called Banyuanjun.

As the fusion of this body and the soul of Banyuanjun became higher and higher, the information that Banyuanjun could understand became more and more.

And with the increase in memory, Banyuanjun is becoming more and more unaware of how to comment on the original owner of this body.

If you have to give a comment, Banyuanjun can only say that the original owner of this body is simply a second goods who can't be commented on.

In Banyuanjun's memory, he was still very good before he was four years old, and the statement of the second goods started from the moral education class before he went to school at the age of four.

The main task of preschool in this world is not to lead students to study, but to provide students with correct and positive moral guidance.

But since Banyuanjun went to preschool, he has made a mess in the class, and even the principal has been shocked to know his name.

And the principal also said that Banyuanjun is the most difficult student he has encountered in his decades of education.

If that's all there is to it, forget it.

Banyuanjun's school is one of the best schools in the city.

In an open class where schools competed for the name of the city's excellent school, it happened that Banyuanjun's class was drawn to give a lecture.

Those who came from the county to study, those from the city who came to audit, and the leaders from the province who came to inspect sat at the back of the class.

Towards the end of the lesson, the character teacher asked the students, "When you die, what do you want others to say to your body?"

Some children said: "He was a good person when he was alive and helped many people!"

Some children said: "He was a great scientist during his lifetime and made a lot of contributions to the country!"

Although these answers were expressed in a childish tone and vague meaning under the guidance of the teacher, the leaders who came to the audit were very satisfied.

But when it was time for Banyuanjun, he stood up, pointed to the imaginary corpse in front of him, and said in surprise: "It's moving! It's moving! He's alive!"

The teacher was confused and didn't know how to pick it up.

The principal's face was pale, and he felt that this year's rating of his school must have failed.

A large row of leaders in the back, they wanted to laugh, but they had to remain serious, and their faces were flushed.

Later, Banyuanjun was taken back before he finished the preschool moral education class.

It's not that he was expelled, but when Liu Mei took him home, she saw the principal looking at Ban Yuanjun with a dull gaze more than once, and gritted her teeth from time to time, feeling that it was not safe for Ban Yuanjun to take classes in this school, so she took him back.

Immediately afterwards, Banyuanjun went to elementary school.

The primary school is good, the learning content is simple, and Banyuanjun's father is an intellectual, and he has been taught preschool education, although he is only taught some simple literacy and arithmetic, but it can also make him dominate the entire first grade of primary school.

With good academic performance, he naturally became the darling of the teachers, although Banyuanjun made a mistake from time to time, but he was regarded as a cute performance by the teachers.

Until the end of the semester of that year, the school selected the three good students in each grade, praised them in front of all the students and presented them with certificates.

When he came on stage, the teacher told Banyuanjun to be polite when receiving the award certificate from the principal.

Seeing that those seniors and seniors bowed and thanked him on stage, Wang Hao felt that he must be more polite than them.

Finally, it was Wang Hao's turn to take the stage, and the principal personally gave him a certificate of merit.

Banyuanjun glanced at the seniors who came to the stage first, and then poofed, knelt in front of the principal, and kowtowed to the principal three times in a row.

The headmaster was stupid.

The teachers were also stupid.

Even the classmates, one by one, were stunned.

Since then, Banyuanjun has become famous in the entire school, and has won the title of second goods.

However, if you are famous, you will be famous, and the second goods will be the second goods, anyway, it is just a five-year-old child, so you shouldn't understand it.

But from this time on, the second-hand cells in Banyuanjun's body can be regarded as officially functioning.

For the sake of his future, his mother Liu Mei did not let her son lose at the starting line, and since the second grade of primary school, she enrolled Banyuanjun in a piano interest class.

It's good to learn the piano! It's elegant, and fashionable, and I like it too.

But helplessly, Banyuanjun really doesn't have the talent on the piano.

At the beginning, his parents felt that the child was still young, and the talent came out after practice.

So I endured the noise attack of Banyuanjun every day and practiced with him.

Three months have passed, and Banyuanjun's talent has not grown at all.

Finally, under the repeated complaints of neighbors, Banyuanjun's parents finally knew that their son was not suitable for playing the piano.

Since he is not suitable for playing the piano, then enroll him in individual interest classes.

After thinking about it for a long time, my parents finally decided to sign up for a sanda class.

Sanda is also good! It can not only defend oneself, but also keep fit, and can also cultivate manhood.

Everything was fine at first.

However, when he studied for two months, the Sanda teacher had no choice but to send him back.

It's not that Banyuanjun has a bad foundation, it's not that he doesn't study seriously, on the contrary, Banyuanjun is more serious than others, and he masters things faster than others.

It's just that since it's a practice of sanda, there must be a time for confrontation.

The two sides stood still, and the teacher said, "Ready...."

'Bang!' Banyuan-kun punched someone.

The teacher said that he wanted him to start, and the two sides could only fight after standing and saluting, but Banyuanjun admitted to death and told the teacher that no matter what the method, it was correct to be able to hit the enemy.

A sneak attack is not called a sneak attack, it is called a preemptive strike.

The little Banyuanjun, his mouth is like a machine gun, the teacher talks to him about the rules, and he reasones with the teacher.

The teacher reasoned with him, and he explained the reality to the teacher.

The teacher told him about the reality, and he gave the teacher what he had been.

The Sanda teacher is a rough man, with a stupid mouth, and he can't convince Banyuanjun whether he lives or dies, so he has to let him only practice and not participate in confrontation with other children.

But Banyuanjun taught his truth everywhere in private, telling his classmates that victory is king.

The students found that the teacher couldn't say that Banyuanjun was right, and the crooked reasoning that Banyuanjun said sounded like a matter.

Therefore, in just two months, the entire sanda class has led him astray.

In a competition with other sanda classes, the brothers and sisters in Banyuanjun's class performed wonderfully.

Sneak attacks, fraudulent surrenders, specializations in the next three ways and other means emerge in an endless stream.

Although the beating for the people in the sanda class opposite was extremely miserable, and no one even wanted to play, in the audience, the face of the sanda teacher was even more exciting than the game.

From red to black, from black to white, from white to purple, it's almost time to open a dyeing workshop.

Afterwards, the Sanda teacher had red eyes and sent it back to Banyuanjun.

Banyuanjun was still complacent, thinking that this was a painful decision made by the teacher who loved him and was afraid that he, a great hero, would be retaliated against by the sanda class opposite.

Next, learn to paint, Banyuanjun's performance is relatively good, and he is a little more talented than playing the piano.

The painting teacher liked him more and brought him some of his treasures and asked him to take them to the curtain. Six or seven-year-old Banyuanjun bit his pen and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what it meant.

Then he had an idea, found a piece of paper that was so thin that it was translucent, put it on top of the teacher's painting, and drew it according to the shadow through the paper.

Overnight, all of the teacher's treasures were destroyed.

Later, guitar, dancing, chess, magic, etc., etc., Banyuanjun slowly grew up with an average frequency of changing interest classes every two months.

However, because he couldn't learn anything, he was a chicken and dog jumping wherever he went, so he was called a second product by his classmates and teachers.

His parents finally realized that their son had no talent in any aspect at all, and could only pin their hopes on his reading.

In junior high school, Banyuanjun stopped going to interest classes, and changed to a new school, surrounded by new classmates, he finally got rid of the reputation of the second goods.

At this time, when Banyuanjun decided to study hard, abide by the rules, and be an ordinary student like his classmates, what he didn't expect was that he couldn't get rid of the title of second goods in the end.