In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

Song Tusu can't say how special, but it also has a poetic name.

"Xiao Song, I'll leave the rest of the work to you!"

A colleague in the same office said with a smile, and at the same time threw over the program code that was almost equivalent to more than three times the workload left in Song Tusu's hand at this time for him to debug.

“…… Good. Song Tusu lowered his head and responded indifferently.

A colleague picked up his briefcase, hooked another colleague's neck, and walked out of the room with ease.

Another colleague could be heard saying with a little guilt: "Isn't that okay? ”

And the colleague just snorted and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, young people just want to do more......"

Then the sound faded away, and it was inaudible.

Song Tusu gritted his teeth secretly, his eyes suddenly became fierce, but they turned helpless in an instant.

Slowly exhaling a turbid breath in his chest, Song Tusu shook his sore arm that had been working for a day, shook his tired neck, lowered his head and went to work again.

Song Tusu felt that he could no longer ask for more. A second-rate programmer from a second-rate university is less than the top, and more than the bottom. Is there anything to be dissatisfied with having a formal position in a serious game studio?

Although this is just an ordinary studio, and people like Song Tusu also have a more contemptuous and humble nickname in society than programmers: code farmers.

But he is not a wealthy young master, and his parents have long since passed away, so how can he ask for more?

As the sun sets, the outside, which had a little warm afterglow, has been quietly rendered in a silent black. By the time Song Tusu came back to his senses, all the code in his hand had been basically debugged. Looking at the clock whose hands had already passed zero, Song Tusu just stood up slowly, and after relieving the fatigue in all parts of his body, he skillfully took out a blanket from under his seat, laid it out, turned off the light, and prepared to rest.

In a trance, he seemed to see the game that took him four years of college to make from scratch and made with RPG Maker bit by bit, which received countless praises on Steam, and world-renowned game companies invited him to join him.

Song Tusu smiled comfortably, and the haze between his eyebrows also dispersed like a cloud.

Before his consciousness fell into a deep slumber, the last image he saw was:

A sixteen-year-old boy with a flushed face.

The girl of the same age in front of her had shy eyebrows.

Surrounded by a group of energetic teenagers, shouting in a noisy and neat voice:

"Promise him! Promise him! Promise him! ……”

……

"Hoo ——!"

Song Tusu sat up in surprise and swept around a little dazedly. The tiredness in his eyes can almost be turned into a real thing.

He felt like he was having a long dream.

In the dream, his name was Jiang Yu. Born in a noble family, he has parents who love him.

Although he lived in an island country since he was a child, his family still required his family children to learn Chinese. So Jiang Yu's Chinese reading and writing have no problem.

The remnant is that he has dabbled in many aspects since he was a child, and he can even be regarded as talented, but because he doesn't work hard enough, he can't be called successful.

When he was in the first grade of junior high school, his mother died unexpectedly in a car accident, causing Jiang Yu to almost collapse. Stay at home all day and stay at home. Later, he was deeply fascinated by the second dimension and became a senior otaku.

After entering high school, Jiang Yu became even more addicted to it, and was driven out to live alone by the old man in the family.

At first, Jiang Yu didn't think it was a big deal, but he felt a lot more relaxed, and he was still spending money lavishly. It's a pity that after his grandfather noticed this phenomenon, he cut the monthly living expenses for Jiang Yu to the bottom, which was only enough for him to maintain a basic life.

Not to mention buying all kinds of figurines and bonuses, even adding a slightly expensive new dress has to be thought about for a long time.

As for the rent, he didn't have to worry about it, this apartment had already been paid by his father for three years of high school. So that he will not be homeless.

Song Tusu got up and came to the bathroom, poured two handfuls of cold water, rubbed his painful eyebrows, and probably understood the situation he was in.

First of all, I seem to have lost my soul.

Secondly, the predecessor was a more senior otaku than himself.

The most important thing is that he looked at himself in the mirror, except for his messy hair, his appearance was still handsome, and he didn't change much from before, he could only say that he was younger. However, this style of painting is two-dimensional, right?

Once upon a time, he also longed for the world in the light novel anime. But now, when it seems that I am really in it, I feel a strong sense of unreality.

After standing in front of the mirror for a long time, he said, "Since I have nothing to worry about, I happen to be revived by you. From now on, my name will be Jiang Yu. ”

Jiang Yu looked at himself in the mirror and smiled suddenly. Whether it's Nan Ke or something else, I accept it.

For you and me, the same life of frequent mistakes.

……

It was only at this time that Jiang Yu had time to carefully sort out the memories in his mind. He found that this world did not seem to be much different from the previous world in history. The only turning point was in the last years of the Ming Dynasty.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse is not as unbearable as he remembers, but works hard and works hard. Later generations praised him as the lord of Zhongxing in the late Ming Dynasty.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse had the courage to increase the commercial tax, which was used as a basis for the Industrial Revolution. Selected talents and talents, and used the new firearms developed to hang the eight flags that came to attack.

After that, the Ming Dynasty flourished and sent troops to conquer many regions. For example, the island country became one of the vassals of the Ming Dynasty at that time.

In modern times, the Ming Dynasty was also invaded by the world's powers, the difference is that the technology tree of the Ming Dynasty has not completely darkened, and the entire Ming Dynasty has piled up a miserable victory with dozens of times the number of people.

After that, the Ming Emperor changed the name of the country to Huaxia, implemented a constitutional monarchy, and voluntarily gave up imperial power. At the same time, a large number of intellectuals shouted the slogan of "mastering the skills of the master to control the country" and crossed the ocean, bringing back the excellent technology of Western countries.

Because the island country is a vassal country, and it seems to have been deterred by the disastrous victory of China's near-jade burning, the First Sino-Japanese War did not start, and China was able to steadily develop its own scientific and technological tree, and in a short period of time, it made rapid progress and caught up with the level of advanced Western countries.

Because they have not experienced the tragic modern history in their original memory, China and the United States have been the only two superpowers in the world since the beginning of the millennium. Also due to the tech tree, the island nation has since become a loyal pony boy in China.

In the early 80s, because of the reasons for business development, the old lady of the Jiang family sent her youngest son to take root in the island country, which has developed in the past 40 years and has become a pivotal enterprise in the IT industry of the island country.

At the same time, the Jiang family has not lost its ties with the Jiang family in Tianshui, and the two family businesses have business dealings with each other, and can be regarded as leading enterprises in their respective fields in both China and the island country.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu not only smiled bitterly.

Obviously, the predecessor can be regarded as the rich second generation of the rich second generation.,Except for being a senior otaku.,It doesn't seem to have any other big shortcomings.。

Besides, is being an otaku a disadvantage now?

Doesn't count, does it? Don't count!

Immediately afterwards, a strong spasm in his stomach came, and Jiang Yu's senses all over his body seemed to have turned on the switch, in addition to the still feeling of drowsiness and powerlessness, a feeling of rebirth also spread in the bottom of his heart.

After a quick check of the empty refrigerator and kitchen, Jiang Yu found the key and wallet in three seconds, and hurried to the nearest supermarket.

In the supermarket, Jiang Yu looked at the few ingredients left in the discount area, touched the scattered coins on his body, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and muttered a sentence of unknown meaning, "Good luck, eat chicken at night!" Resolutely grabbed a few potatoes and tomatoes, a bag of eggs and half a chicken, and went home neatly to pay the bill.

Then, as a result, Jiang Yu, who found that he didn't even have rice at home, went out again and went home with a bag of rice......

After tossing for a long time, Jiang Yu finally brought out a large portion of potato stewed chicken, a tomato egg soup, and a pot of rice that had just been stewed.

Jiang Yu clasped his hands together, learned the habits of his predecessor, and said a slightly lonely sentence "I'm moving!" "Began to eat in silence.

Thanks to his previous life, Jiang Yu lived alone, and in order to support himself more cheaply, he taught himself a lot of dishes. At the same time, because he lives in the Sichuan and Shu areas, most of Jiang Yu's knowledge is Sichuan cuisine. Therefore, the island cuisine in memory ...... Some are unacceptable.

After dinner, after Jiang Yu cleaned the dishes, he simply cleaned the house that had not been cleaned for nearly a month, and by the way, he looked at the unfamiliar figures, light novels, and comics in the bedroom—all brought out from home—and was a little confused.

"We have such different preferences about ACG?" Jiang Yu pouted.

Then he picked up a light novel on his desk and read it.