Era of Light 8888.
Host Zhenzhou, Beihai Empire, Fengyu Province.
Cloud Dream City, the provincial third junior swordsman academy.
The wind is warm and the sun is shining, everything grows, and the breeze is gentle.
Early summer is the most comfortable time of year in Yunmeng City.
The warm golden sunlight shines through the glass of the classroom and into the spacious classroom.
In the class of the ninth grade of the second grade, Lin Beichen, who is sitting in the first row of the classroom, is bathed in this beautiful sunshine.
This fourteen-year-old boy, with excellent looks, sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome features with a heroic spirit, thick black hair and plump cheeks, holds his hands in front of his eyes, looks at the palms with all his attention, and rubs his fingers from time to time. , as if he had flowers growing on his hands.
Since the beginning of class, he has maintained this ‘hand-watching’ posture, almost motionless.
Sit in the most conspicuous seat in the first row, and deserted in class in such an undisguised and open manner.
Simply arrogant.
If this were someone else, the senior swordsman on the podium would learn Ding Sanshi, and he would teach him how to be a man with a set of the most skilled [Basic Swordsmanship Close-up Three Links] in minutes.
But since it’s Lin Beichen…
“Can’t be angry, can’t be angry.”
“He’s sick, but I’m not sick.”
“You can’t have the same knowledge as a dude with a brain disease.”
Ding Sanshi, a senior teacher at the Third Junior College, known for his hot temper, recited it over and over again in his heart, trying to make himself ignore the city’s biggest prodigal son and continue his class.
Other students couldn’t help laughing when they saw Ding Sanshi’s ‘Grumpy Teaching’ appearance, but they didn’t dare to laugh if they wanted to.
What the teachers and classmates just don’t know is that Lin Beichen is not ‘watching hands’ with a brain disease.
I’m looking at my phone instead.
A smartphone that is absolutely invisible to anyone other than Lin Beichen himself.
“It sucks.”
At this time, Lin Beichen was howling in his heart.
What is he doing?
It was just a madman who ran a red light and was almost killed by a big truck on the road. As a result, this guy who claimed to be ‘Death’ forcibly jammed this smartphone without a brand LOGO, and then He just… soul transmigrated!
Came to this strange world called Dongdao Zhenzhou.
Become the direct son of Lin Jinnan, one of the “Top Ten Famous Generals” of the Beihai Empire.
A prodigal son who is famous in Yunmeng City.
Who is this TM going to talk to?
Three days have passed since the crossing.
Lin Beichen still couldn’t accept this fact.
He wants to go back.
Although this world of martial arts is prosperous and full of miracles. Legend has it that the top powerhouses are chasing the sea with their shoulders, flying in the sky, and they are omnipotent and have a long lifespan, just like the gods…
But—
These have nothing to do with him, Lin Beichen.
Let’s not talk about whether there is any talent for cultivation.
Even if he is talented, he was just an ordinary game nerd in his previous life, and he didn’t have the perseverance to persevere.
Cultivating hard all day long, practicing three-nine in winter, three-four in summer, and fighting **** battles. Only by surviving can you become a generation of powerhouses.
Compared with the air-conditioned WIFI Meituan B station, this is far worse, right?
A **** wants to be strong.
Normal people just want to stay at home, blow the air conditioner, play games, play cats, dogs, watch movies, and watch movies, and order takeaways to watch ghost animals as salted fish.
What’s more, there are still a lot of warm family and friends on the earth.
So…
Go to **** time travel.
I am not uncommon.
I want to go back to Earth.
Lin Beichen combined the cause and effect of time travel, and after thinking about it, the only theoretical possibility of going back seems to be on this strange smartphone.
It can bring me into this world, and it should be able to bring me back, right?
Should be possible, right?
With this idea in mind, Lin Beichen is frantically researching this smartphone.
So far, he has discovered so few strange things.
The first strange thing, this phone can be ‘into the body’.
As long as Lin Beichen wants it, the phone will automatically appear in his hand, and when he doesn’t want it, it will disappear.
This is ridiculous.
Who would have such a feature on a serious phone?
The second strange thing is that under no circumstances can anyone but me see the existence of this phone.
For example, right now, he is obviously holding a mobile phone in his hand, researching functions frantically, but in the eyes of teachers and classmates, he is staring at his empty palm like a madman in a daze.
This is a full screen phone with a silver metal case.
The current status is—
Battery 21%.
The signal looks like 4G, but only one bar.
Calls…
EMMMMM.
Lin Beichen tried to play 110, 120, 119 and 10086, and also tried to play everything that could
Remember phone numbers of relatives and friends.
The resulting beeps are all ‘The number you dialed is empty’.
On the home screen of the mobile phone, there are only three icons: the phone book, the SMS box, and the application store.
The phone can’t get through, so the text message can’t be sent.
Lin Beichen’s only hope is in the ‘app store’.
However, he clicked on the icon more than a thousand times, and there is only one in reality——
The store is out of stock.
There is not a single application in it.
This **** deserves to be called a shop?
Does it match?
Lin Beichen angrily wanted to eat this broken phone.
At this time-
Dangdangdang!
The bell rang for recess.
“Okay, I have analyzed the full version of [Elementary Profound Qi Condensation Technique] for everyone just now. Now let’s take a 15-hour break before continuing the class.”
Old teacher Ding Sanshi picked up the cup and took a sip of water, moistening his throat.
“Everyone knows that in three days, it will be our college’s mid-year competition. I don’t need to emphasize the importance of this competition. I have prepared a selected course for everyone, which is my unique secret skill [Basic Swordsmanship close-up three-joint].”
As the old teacher Ding Sanshi said, he saw Lin Beichen again.
Seeing this playboy, still looking like he’s wandering in the sky, he couldn’t help shaking his head in disappointment.
“Lin Beichen, you have to listen carefully in the next class. This set of [Basic Swordsmanship close-up three-joint] is most suitable for students with poor basic skills like you.”
Ding Sanshi couldn’t help but deliberately said one more sentence.
However, Lin Beichen was still dumb and unresponsive.
Alas.
Dead wood cannot be carved.
The old teacher turned and left the classroom with a speechless face.
Lin Beichen didn’t care about the old teacher’s resentment.
He lacks a sense of identity with the world.
There is also no sense of substitution for his new identity.
Now, he is only thinking about how to return to the original world.
Therefore, about the **** mid-year competition, promotion and future, [Elementary Profound Energy Condensation Technique], and [Basic Swordsmanship Close-up Three-Link], let’s just play with it.
He continues to study the phone in silence.
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New book period, three changes a day.
8 o’clock, 12 o’clock, 20 o’clock.