Ye Xiao had a long dream, dreaming that he had become a powerful cultivator, able to drive a flying sword to kill the enemy.

When Ye Xiao woke up, she found herself in a strange environment. There are a lot of people here, it's noisy, people dress weirdly, and the men basically have short hair.

"Strange? I remember Uncle Li telling me not to doze off, otherwise my salary would be deducted, and he said this, and I fell asleep. ”

He is Ye Xiao, the Ye Xiao of this world, the real Ye Xiao, not an impostor.

A middle-aged man in a black uniform and smoking a cigarette walked over and said to Ye Xiao, "Are you awake?" Come and line up, entrance C, don't be sluggish." ”

Ye Xiao walked over in a daze and followed behind a group of people.

"It's strange, there's a weird atmosphere here, why don't I feel uncomfortable?"

Ten minutes later, Ye Xiao came to the end.

He was facing a metal table with something called a computer on it.

"Huh, why did I know this thing was called a computer? I don't think I've seen it before?"

Next to the computer desk was a young woman, and next to her stood two people, also in black uniforms.

"Little brother, what's your name?" the woman asked kindly.

"Ye Xiao, Ye of the leaves, chic Xiao. Ye Xiao replied.

"Hmm!, do you have a name?" the woman asked again.

Ye Xiao shook his head.

The woman typed the name into a computer, and a person's profile appeared on it, accompanied by a color photograph.

"Ye Xiao, male, fifteen years old, from Qi country, good citizen, no criminal record, lost contact after following relatives to travel to Weiguo a year ago...... Let's inform his family!"

The woman smiled and said to Ye Xiao again: "Is it fun to defend the country?"

Ye Xiao shook his head, Uncle Li treats himself very meanly, as if his memories are not very pleasant, although Uncle Li usually only likes to scold people, and he has not beaten himself yet.

A man with a rubber roller pinned to his waist walked over, motioned for Ye Xiao to follow him, led him to a bathing room, rinsed him, and changed into a new set of white clothes.

"Come here, young man, and test it out. After going out, a man with sunglasses waved at him.

"Look over here!" He held a cigar-sized thing in his hand, Ye Xiao stared at it, and suddenly this thing flashed.

When the white vision disappeared, and the man in sunglasses also disappeared, Ye Xiao felt inexplicable.

He was given a small room of several square meters with four white walls, and was provided with food and drinks.

Two hours later, a middle-aged woman with curly hair who looked quite beautiful came, and she was so excited when she saw Ye Xiao's expression.

"Ou! baby, you've lost weight! I'm your mommy!" As soon as the door of the room opened, the middle-aged woman couldn't wait to rush over and hugged Ye Xiao tightly.

"Mom?" Ye Xiao's eyes showed a look of confusion.

With tears of excitement in her eyes, the woman took out a purse from a handbag on her body, and a photo was sandwiched between the purse.

The photo is a group photo of three people, a couple, and a teenager.

That young man is Ye Xiao, who looks even more immature.

The middle-aged woman held Ye Xiao's hand tightly, asked all kinds of questions, and led Ye Xiao out of this place.

"Taxi!" the middle-aged woman waved, and a yellow car stopped.

Ye Xiao got into the car and glanced back.

This place was originally called the 'Border Refugee Camp', and many of the people in line were smuggled in from other countries. Ye Xiao was originally from Qi State, everything went smoothly, if it was those real refugees, then life would not be so easy.

The woman took Ye Xiao and did not go home directly, but went to a hospital, did a full body examination after entering, and finally took him to see a psychiatrist.

The doctor took the test sheet and said: "He has temporary amnesia, and it is estimated that he was seriously injured in Weiguo, but fortunately he did not hurt important parts." I prescribe some medicine and take it slowly, and my memory will be restored little by little. ”

After hearing this, the mother's nervous face slowly eased.

It's a beautiful world, it's a highly modern city.

The place where he lives is in a high-rise building, 80 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room. This place has a TV, a computer, and an Internet, which is very consistent with a place in the depths of my memory.

When it is just the same, this is the country of Qi, the city where it is located is called 'Mao City', and the country of Qi has twelve large cities, which are named after the twelve numbers such as the heavenly stem branch A, B, C, and D.

The first thing I do when I get home is surfing the Internet.

The encyclopedia of Qi is a highly developed country.

Encyclopedic information of the country, a poor and backward agrarian feudal country.

Almost except for the Qi country, the other countries are extremely backward, what is the wool drinking blood, the barbarian land, how much money is needed for the economic assistance of the Qi country every year.

"Huh, why isn't there a search engine?" There are only a few websites that can be accessed, and many materials cannot be searched.

The lower right corner of the computer screen flashed, Ye Xiao clicked on it and saw that it was an email reminder.

Click on it, in addition to the messy advertising spam, there is a one-line URL in the email, and the latest search engine is written underneath.

Ye Xiao clicked and typed in the word 'fantasy'.

A new window popped up: 'Due to the relevant legal provisions, the following information will not be displayed. ’

......

Ye Xiao turned off the computer and walked to the balcony, he was on the eighteenth floor, looking at the high-rise buildings outside, a bustling urban scene, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that something was wrong, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt a little unrealistic.

In a month's time, Ye Xiao's memory in Qi slowly recovered.

Mother began to arrange for Ye Xiao to enroll in school and study in the original school - 'Maoshi No. 1 Middle School'.

On the day of his re-enrollment, the classmates warmly welcomed him and held a class meeting to celebrate it.

After the celebration, I entered the intense study period.

......

The third (14th) class of high school, there are not many people in the class, and it is now lunch break. In the last row by the window, there is a student who is struggling to write.

After a long time, he sighed, it seemed that the question was very difficult and brain-burning, far from being something that a scumbag with poor grades like him could control, especially if he had read a book for a year, many things had been forgotten, and the new courses could not keep up.

This student has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his appearance is average, he belongs to the kind that cannot be found at once in the lost crowd, his name is 'Ye Xiao'.

As a scumbag, he was not qualified to go to such a first-class middle school.

His family is barely well-off, his parents have not read much, they know that reading is very important, and they scraped together a high sponsorship fee to let him enter Maoshi No. 1 Middle School.

It's a pity that a scumbag is a scumbag, he studied very hard, hardly had any extracurricular activities, and devoted all his energy to studying. It's a pity that he is like a fallen genius in Xiuzhen's fantasy novels, like a blocked dantian, a short spiritual root, and a dry meridian, no matter how hard he tries, he can't make much progress in his studies, and he has been standing still in the waste material period.