Bang!!

Luo Jing's head shook.

Thundered!!

Luo Jing's head shook wildly.

He's shaking! He's moving!!

Boom!!

His head hit a hard object, and Luo Jing snorted.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a dark gray in front of him in a blurred vision. A figure dangled in front of him, seemingly busy closing the window and packing up. A window was faintly visible to the left of the figure, and there was a click outside the window, and another flash of lightning flashed, illuminating the room brightly.

not

Luo Jing groaned, he wanted to raise his hand to rub the back of his head, but his whole body was completely disobedient, his body was filled with a mixed feeling of itching and pain, and his limbs seemed to belong to him at all, lying alone and unconsciously, like four thin wooden sticks.

"Am I dead?" he still had some confusion in his mind. I remember Zuihou, he was electrocuted because he accidentally plugged in the power plug with his wet hands when he was taking a bath. He saw a cloud of blue lightning explode between himself and his hand and the socket, followed by a thick scorching black smoke, and then he didn't know anything.

My mind was foggy, and it seemed that all my memories had become a mess.

Luo Jing tried to keep his eyes open, trying to see what was going on around him.

Boom!

There was another violent shaking, his head hit the bed board behind him, and a sharp pain came again, and Luo Jing completely fainted

I don't know how long it was, maybe a day, maybe a few days.

He finally felt some sensation in his body, and his consciousness gradually woke up from his stupor.

Bang. There was a soft sound, what seemed to be the sound of the door closing.

"Is Mommy out?" asked her sister's voice.

"Well, she had breakfast first and went buy some fresh vegetables. I'll be going to your aunt's in a moment. A familiar man's voice replied, and then it was silent.

Luo Jing suddenly found himself sitting in a small bedroom room, with a rectangular desk in front of him, and he was holding a black pen in his hand and writing lines of letters on white paper.

A bright white light came in from the window on the right, and it was drenching with light rain outside, and the red roofs of the residential buildings opposite were drenched.

Suddenly, as if the flood had burst the embankment, a huge and complex torrent rushed into his mind.

"Hmm" he groaned unconsciously, his hand covering his forehead. Countless strange memories rushed into his brain.

Galleon? I'm Galleon?

He didn't care about anything else, and he endured the headache and quickly skimmed through the memories that flooded into his brain.

This shijie is similar to the background of the Industrial Revolution in Europe. There are automobiles, there are airplanes, and there are thermal weapons such as guns and cannons, but they have not yet developed to the level of weapons of mass destruction.

His identity is an ordinary family boy named Garon, sixteen years old this year, and his parents are both ordinary employees of a rubber company. There is also a younger sister named Ying'er. The living environment around him is similar to that of Europe during the Industrial Revolution, but the appearance of his family and himself in his memories makes him understand that this is definitely not the earth.

Because he and his sister were born with purple-black hair and burgundy eyes. Hair color is inherited from the father, while eye color is inherited from the mother. Never before on earth has anyone born with such hair color and eyes. Moreover, in the historical knowledge that Garon had studied before, the most powerful countries on earth mentioned were not China, the United States, and Russia, but the Federation of Aar, the Westman Empire, and the Tulip Republic. Others, like the pattern of the earth, have hundreds of countries of different sizes and different systems.

Except for the difference in the environment of the place name, it is similar to the earth. People here have to receive quality education from an early age, from primary school, to middle school, to university, one step at a time. He is now studying at the third-ranked Shengying Noble College in the province, which belongs to high school, and has just been enrolled for a year, and now it is during the holidays, and he suddenly has a high fever at home.

While sorting out his memories, he blankly packed up and changed his clothes, waiting for him to react and come back to his senses. I was already sitting in a small, clean white room, sitting at the white table, eating fluffy cherry cake. The palm-sized cake is pale yellow in color, and the white cream on top is decorated with red cherries and arranged in a circle.

Luo Jing's attention was still sinking into the memories left by Garon at this time.

In my memory, although Garon studied at the same aristocratic college as his sister, this was barely maintained by his parents who were thrifty and overtime. In order to let the brother and sister go to this school, all the daily expenses of the family have been reduced to a minimum, the parents are reluctant to buy clothes and jewelry, and the welfare bonus of the superior rubber company has all been turned into the tuition and living expenses of the college.

It's a pity that the two siblings don't seem to have any learning genes, and their grades in the academy are always in the lower average, and they can't go up no matter how hard they try. And not only that, in the college, most of the other students are either rich or expensive, in contrast, the conditions of the two siblings are far worse than others, which naturally produces feelings such as inferiority, which in turn affects the original healthy personality. Garon's personality has become weird and introverted, while his sister Ying'er's personality has become taciturn.

"I'm going to school in a while, so I don't mess with my classmates at school, study hard, and strive to get into a good university. Father Lombal sat across from him, eating the salad on his plate and whispering in a deep voice. "And Ying'er too, don't hold novels all day long, focus on studying. ”

"Oh. Ying'er echoed obediently, she sat on Luo Jing's right hand, wearing a delicate white tunic and a white corsage on her chest, highlighting her immature and lovely figure. The lower body is paired with a black and purple pleated miniskirt, and her legs are covered by thick black pantyhose as a cover for the skirt to be too short. Ying'er was eating the cake, the two small black leather shoes on her feet were facing each other on tiptoe, her head was lowered, and she looked submissive.

Luo Jing silently lowered his head and ate the cake, and took a sip of the milk in his hand from time to time. He glanced at his sister's outfit and noticed a black and silver sign on her heart, and a garland surrounded a line of letters. It means that this dress is the girl's school uniform of Shengying Academy.

He looked at himself, a slim white shirt with horizontal stripes similar to black and silver on the cuffs and neckline, and the same slim black trousers and black leather shoes. It looks also very handsome and beautiful, and it is very classy.

The appearance of the two siblings is quite average, just because the black and purple hair color and burgundy eyes seem to be slightly colored, and the younger sister's facial features are very ordinary, and there are no freckles and acne on her face. Garon, on the other hand, has messy hair, blank eyes, and deep-set eye sockets, as if he has not recovered from a long-term illness, and looks uncomfortable.

Luo Jing didn't barely absorb most of Garon's memories until he finished breakfast, and the brother and sister helped clean up the tableware, and each of them prepared luggage and books for school in their own rooms.

"Brother, have you seen my history book?" asked Ying'er loudly in the room.

"Nope. "Luo Jing, or now it should be called Garon. replied casually.

He was also packing up books, history, geography, etiquette, math and a whole bunch of other subjects, which was actually a few more courses than the high school on Earth. There are also swordsmanship and archery and the like. Tucking the books into his black bag, Garon exhaled softly, slowly walked to the window, pushed it open, and a stream of moist and cool air rushed in his face.

Below the window, there is a gap between the two residential buildings, and the ground is a gray-black square checkerboard. On the left side of the venue, some people are lining up in front of a strong man holding a slogan, and more and more people are slowly gathering, and they don't know where to line up. The sign read, 'Corinthian will win'.

Directly below, a gray-yellow wooden cart was pushed by a woman from the entrance of the building where he lived, and it was filled with tools and ingredients for selling snacks and pancakes.

Whew, a white bird flew past Garon's eyes, made a few turns, and then disappeared.

He suddenly woke up, and then he realized that he was really in another shijie, he was on the fourth floor of his own home, looking down at the completely different environment of China below.

The people outside were either blonde or silver, or red, with different eye colors. The skin color is also black and white. And the written language they use is a special alphabet language similar to English. Garon, who has been memorized, is naturally able to hear and understand.

Now he is no longer the adult on Earth before. Rather, it was an ordinary boy who was only sixteen years old, with an ordinary family and an ordinary background appearance. There is also a weakened body. His parents go to work every day and come back in the morning, and he and his sister come back from school once a week, and their lives are completely two o'clock and one line, going back and forth between school and their own home. Spend high school, take the unified examination, be lucky to be admitted to a good university, and then have a good background, and you can get a good job when you come out. One of the thousands of students who have taken the UEC.

Having a good job is the biggest expectation that parents have for their siblings.

"If it weren't for my weakness, I might not have made it through. Garon smiled wryly, he had a hunch that during the previous coma on the carriage home, maybe it was Garon's body instinctively resisting the invasion of his consciousness. If he changes to a strong body, maybe he will be rejected directly.

"According to the knowledge in memory, this shijie should still be in the period of the industrial revolution, with thermal weapons, but no decisive strategic weapons. It's exactly the same as the shijie pattern before the advent of nuclear missiles. He combed through carefully, "It's not at all any kind of magic fighting spirit fairy like the imaginary shijie, not even a supernatural sign at all." ”

Thinking of this, he himself didn't know how he should live, at first he knew that after he crossed over, he still had a trace of expectation in his heart, but he didn't expect to be carefully organized, this shijie is actually just a backward scientific and technological civilization shijie.

"Forget it, let's take one step at a time. The current situation is to take care of the body first. Garon raised his thin, bamboo-like arm and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Carrying their school bags, the two siblings walked to the door of the house together, closed the door, and Garon walked forward with the family's garbage bag in his hand, and walked down the stairwell. As he walked, he also observed the other residents and the situation of the era.

The stairwell is a bit dark, with only two occupants on each floor, and to the left of each door hangs a brass mailbox with their names engraved on it. It looks like it's been a long time.

Most of the residents who went in and out were wearing decent suits and long skirts, and their waists were straight, and although they had a tired look on their faces, their steps were still hurried, and they seemed to have a very fast pace of life. Only a few of the residents appear to be in poor condition, and there are rented vendors and the like.

The two siblings didn't say a word until they got out of the staircase. Throw away the trash in your hands and put it in the trash. Garon glanced at his sister standing on the left, Ying'er was half a head shorter than him, and it was the sister brought by her once-married father alone. And he is the blood relationship between his mother and her deceased husband. Therefore, although the two have the same hair color and pupil color, they are actually not related by blood. And the relationship between siblings is also very average, only slightly better than the relationship between friends.

As usual, the two of them got on the bus that picked them up from the college, and there were already some sparse students on the bus.