Regarding the fact that he woke up and became a graduate of District 11 University Suzuki Hirofumi, Wang Min, who has been familiar with online articles for 30 years, is very calm, neither hysterical yelling, nor a walking dead in disappointment.

Just stayed in the borrowed hotel, spent a long time quietly, and sorted out the memories left by his predecessor, Wang Min said that he would live with the identity of Suzuki Hirofumi in the future. At the same time, he also secretly rejoiced that although the current 22-year-old body is a little shorter than the original 1.9 meters tall, it is much younger and healthier than before.

Thanks to the blessings of various episodes and videos (you know) in his previous life, Suzuki's Japanese listening, speaking, reading and writing skills were already quite good, and he quickly figured out his current situation.

In short, both parents died, no car and no house.

Originally, there was an uncle, Seijiro Suzuki, who lived in the countryside of Yokohama, but when he came from Osaka, he learned that the family had moved to the United States half a year ago.

Suzuki, who had nowhere else to go, wandered the rustic streets, gritted his teeth, and bought a copy of the Yomiuri Shimbun with the few steel hammers in his pocket, confirming that it was only the 60th year of Showa, that is, 1985, and the date was October 23, which was the same date as before he traveled.

Hirofumi Suzuki decisively dispelled the idea of returning to the flower planter. Not to mention whether anyone believes the self-proclaimed Dark Rabbit, even if he goes back, what can he do?

After graduating from college in his previous life, as a rich second generation who only needs to gnaw old and do not need to work, he has been at home for more than ten years, and all his skills have been wasted.

Returning to China, advocating contracting to households? Promoting reform and opening up?

Forget it. The only end of this is to eat peanuts.

The most urgent thing for Suzuki to do at the moment is to find a job, settle down first, and then talk about other things.

After examining his current skills, Suzuki felt that he was not an ordinary tragedy.

The previous Suzuki Hirofumi studied at the university was actually a middle and Chinese major at Osaka University of Foreign Chinese, although he studied very well and got a bachelor's certificate, but it was really useless.

A foot pot chicken, no matter how well you learn Chinese, can it be better than the original rabbit?

Like, maybe, seemingly...... That's true.

After a little retrieval in his mind, Suzuki admits with frustration that his predecessor's writing in Chinese was much better than in his previous life.

But it didn't work.

It stands to reason that his predecessor's writing, coupled with the countless ACGs he had read in his head, made it a good choice to become a successful light novel writer, after all, he knew what could be popular and what he wrote would sell.

However, the reality is that this path is completely unworkable.

Without a computer with Windows and Word, asking Suzuki to write hundreds of thousands of words of fiction by hand would have killed him.

What's more, Suzuki doesn't have that much money in his pocket, so he can support him to write novels that can sell money.

In this era before the Internet was popular, it seems too early to write about "Sword Art Online" and "Catalogue of Forbidden Books of Magic", and Suzuki is not sure if today's readers can accept these stories that are too far ahead.

It's still the 80s, and it's still a time when science fiction like "The Legend of the Galactic Heroes" and Japanese-style Western fantasy like "The Battle of Rhodes" are popular.

Running to a park, finding a horizontal chair to sit on, Suzuki flipped through the newspaper in his hand, found the recruitment section, began to read carefully, and took out a fountain pen from his bosom to circle and sketch.

The road to finding a job is always hard, whether it's the Flower Gardener, the Lighthouse Country, or District 11.

Three days later, when the last Yukichi was gone, all the circles had been crossed out on the newspaper that was about to be crumpled, and even those places that had not been looked down on at first had been marked with a slash.

Suzuki stumbled into a school under the setting sun to apply for a teacher.

In Japan, the profession of teacher is not sought after because of its long working hours, poor salary, and high pressure. However, at this point, Suzuki has no more options.

In the office of the director of teaching, Wumen UF.

"We're sorry, but Your Excellency Suzuki doesn't meet our school's recruitment requirements."

When Takemon returned the materials that Suzuki had carefully prepared and said this coldly after the temporary desk, Suzuki felt hopeless.

Suzuki wanted to leave, but the protest caused by not eating for a long time in his abdomen made him ashamed, put down all his pride, folded his hands, and suddenly knelt on the ground, shouting, "Please! Please give me a job! I haven't eaten for a day! I can teach anything! ”

"You get up. There's no way around it, even if you ask for it! Takemen bent down and tried to pull up Suzuki, but when he didn't, he heard another wail from Suzuki's abdomen, his eyes softened, and he sighed, "Well." I'll take you for now. But I'll just say it earlier, you'll only be given three months, and you'll only get the salary of an assistant teacher during that time. ”

Hearing this, Suzuki got up, bent down and thanked, "Thank you so much!" I'll get my provisional credential out soon! No! Even if it's a universal qualification, I'll get it! ”

Wumen nodded and smiled: "Suzuki-kun's ability, I still believe in it." After all, he is a graduate of Osaka University of Foreign Chinese Languages. Remember to come back at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. ”

"Yes! I know. Suzuki nodded in agreement, he didn't expect, and in the end, it was the college diploma that he thought was useless that worked.

Suzuki bowed and exited the door, stopped suddenly, and then said shyly, "Wumen-kun, can you lend me some money first?" ”

Wumen UF smiled dumbly, opened the drawer of the desk, took out two Yukichi and handed them to Suzuki and said, "This is what I personally lent you first." ”

Suzuki thanked him again, then stepped back, took his leave, and closed the door.

Wu Men, who was over half a hundred years old, rubbed his gray Rendan beard, suddenly smiled, and said, "Interesting boy, maybe he can bring a little vitality to this school." ”

I don't know what Martial Arts said about him, and he solved the problem of work, Suzuki was in a good mood, and when he left the school, he deliberately confirmed the door number of the school, Kanagawa Prefectural Xiangbei High School.

Okay, let's live as a people's teacher for the time being.

Suzuki shook his fist, resisted the urge to shout "oh", and walked towards the hotel where he was temporarily staying. He found that while he inherited the memories of his predecessor, he also unconsciously inherited many of his action habits.

After going out for a long time, Suzuki reacted, hey? It's actually Xiangbei? There really is such a school!