Kraft wakes up from a kind of skullache from a night of post-exam to find himself lying on top of a letter.

Despite the dim light, you can clearly see the saliva staining the corner of the letter, blurring on the rough paper that is a little yellowish, and the few letters squeezed in the corner are blurred.

There is a dipping pen next to the letter paper, even if the ink on the tip of the pen is dried up and clumped, and you can't distinguish the pattern model, you can also recognize that this is definitely not the dipping pen that you bought with 20 Taobao free shipping paper, it is a defective product of modern industry, but it will not reach such a primitive and rough point.

The numb hand can feel the tiny burrs on the barrel of the pen, and the pen can compete with the operation of a certain Harry Potter professor of the dark arts.

Of course, the weirdness of this pen is not more than one-ten-thousandth of the weirdness of his own behavior - hazy eyes glanced at the beginning of the letter, good fellow, a letter in English to grandpa? At least it looks like English. This act of writing an English letter to a grandfather who has never learned English in his life in the countryside is so confusing that it almost makes people suspect that this is not an old-fashioned English test paper that he was working on before.

Naturally, Kraft reached into his pocket, which contained nothing. He felt that there should be a hard object to carry with him, and the feeling of emptiness was uncomfortable. So he rubbed his eyes and instinctively looked around, trying to find what he was looking for.

The wooden tabletop, which is thicker than the barrel of the pen, has only a small candle left except for the pen and paper, and the dim light comes from here, rather than the familiar small lamp. It's even more confusing, I'm supposed to be in my dorm room, not in this horror movie-like setting, but there's another thought swirling in my head, insisting that everything is normal.

He stood up smoothly, without even a bit of low blood pressure from sitting up for a long time, without numb legs. The body leans forward naturally, the familiar and unfamiliar respiratory muscles are strong and powerful, and the air flow from the lungs blows out the candles. The body stretched in the dark, and I could feel the smooth movement of the muscles in the limbs, which was a feeling of flexibility and health that I hadn't felt in a long time.

He felt his pockets and walked to the side of the subconscious bed, the habit of the dark environment made him himself surprised for a moment, and the precise positioning made him sit on the edge of the bed impartially, lift the quilt and prepare for a formal sleep.

In the dark and warm environment, the thoughts that had been suppressed by the headache began to rise. He thought of his grandfather, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, it seemed that it had been half a year, and it seemed that it had been less than two months.

Memories are as bizarre as those painted by an AI, with old men sometimes wearing reading glasses flipping through obscure Chinese medicine texts on a glass-plated table, and sometimes talking to robed men with two-handed swords.

The ever-changing backdrop alternates between small Chinese country houses and heavy granite walls, and the sound of small conversations echoes in your ears, and you can't hear what it is. Memories become a bizarre mixture of strawberry mapo tofu, and what is even more bizarre is that he doesn't feel that these are in conflict.

Of course, before falling asleep completely, he fumbled for the third time to try to find the thing. First the pillow and the head of the bed, then under the quilt. After a while, he remembered what he was looking for.

Where's my phone?!

What is the phone?

What about mobile phones?

What is a mobile phone?!

I lost my phone?!

……

After a period of fright, the brain, which had been freed from drowsiness and pain, was completely awake, and now things were clear.

A thing from another world.,After a night of partying after the exam.,After some gratifying accidents that may allow the roommate to smoothly enter the next stage of study.,I may be thrown into another world because of the consummation of the merits of education.,Or any other fantasy reason that a third-rate novelist can't think of.,Inexplicably thrown into another world.,Say goodbye to sub-health from then on.。

Perhaps because of the long distance and some loss, this soul who is difficult to argue about the merits can't even remember his name, but the knowledge points memorized before the exam are still engraved in his mind.

The original owner of this sturdy body, a rural aristocratic spiritual boy, grew up under his grandfather's traditional physics education, grew up building a small castle spanning three generations, and the content of physical education classes from childhood was mainly to play big windmills with two-handed swords.

Around the age of ten, Kraft, persuaded by his semi-literate grandfather, began to develop into a man of culture. In the midst of a standard painful education, Mr. Anderson did not so smoothly teach him this set of native alphabets that look like English, read like English, and write like English, but not English - Kraft became the first cultured person in three generations of his family to be able to read and write fluently on his own.

So at present, these two are facing a good news and a bad news:

The bad news is that they have been stirred up, you have me, I have you, I'm afraid I don't want to separate in this life.

The good news is that the stirring is so even, it can be said that it is a completely new individual, and the memories and thoughts in the mind are interconnected, like soy sauce poured into vinegar, Coca-Cola is added to Pepsi, and Sprite is mixed in red wine. As far as it seems now, even if it is not a combination of strengths, it will not produce any rejection reaction.