"Kaboom!!"
Luo Jing's head started to shake.
"Kaboom!!"
Luo Jing's head started to shake violently.
He was shaking! He moved!!
"Bam!!"
Luo Jing let out a muffled groan as his head hit something hard.
He opened his eyes slowly. His vision was blurry as he looked at the dark gray in front of him. A figure was moving around in front of him. He seemed to be busy closing the window and packing his things. A window could be vaguely seen on the figure's left. There was a click outside the window. Another bolt of lightning flashed and lit up the room.
"Ugh …"
Luo Jing groaned. He wanted to raise his hand and rub the back of his head, but his body did not listen to him. His body was filled with a mixture of numbness and pain. His limbs did not seem to belong to him at all. They were placed beside him without any feeling, like four thin wooden sticks.
"Am I dead?" His mind was still a little muddled. He remembered that in the end, he accidentally used his wet hand to plug in the plug when he was taking a shower. That was how he got electrocuted. He saw with his own eyes a ball of blue lightning explode between his hand and the plug. Then, there was a thick burnt smell and black smoke. After that, he did not know anything.
His mind was in a daze. It was as if all his memories had turned into paste.
Luo Jing tried his best to open his eyes. He wanted to see what was going on around him.
"Bam!"
There was another violent shake. His head hit the bed behind him. A sharp pain came again. Luo Jing fainted completely.
.....
He did not know how much time had passed. Perhaps it was a day, or perhaps it was a few days.
He finally felt some feeling in his body. His consciousness gradually woke up from the dizziness.
"Bam." There was a soft sound. It seemed to be the sound of a door closing.
"Did Mom go out?" asked his sister.
"Mm. She had breakfast first and went to buy some fresh vegetables. I'm going to your aunt's place later, "answered a familiar male voice. Then, there was no more sound.
Luo Jing suddenly realized that he was sitting in a small bedroom. There was a rectangular desk in front of him. He was holding a black fountain pen and writing lines of letters on a piece of white paper.
Bright white light shone in from the window on his right. It was drizzling outside. The red roof of the residential building opposite him was wet.
Suddenly, as if a dam had burst, a huge and complicated torrent rushed into his mind.
"Ugh …" he groaned unconsciously. He covered his forehead with his hand. Countless unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind.
Garon? I'm Garon? 'I … Transmigrated?'
He couldn't care about anything else. Enduring his headache, he quickly browsed through the memories that flooded into his mind.
This world was similar to the industrial revolution in Europe. There were cars, airplanes, and even firearms and cannons. However, they had not developed to the level of weapons of mass destruction.
His identity was a 16-year-old boy from an ordinary family named Garon. His parents were ordinary employees of a rubber company. He also had a younger sister named Ying Er. The surrounding living environment was similar to Europe during the Industrial Revolution, but the memories of his family and his own appearance made him understand that this was definitely not Earth.
This was because both he and his sister were born with purplish-black hair and wine-red eyes. She inherited her hair color from her father and her eyes from her mother. No one on Earth had ever heard of anyone born with such hair and eyes. Moreover, in the historical knowledge that Garon learned before, the most powerful countries on Earth were not China, America, or Russia. Instead, they were the Yalu Federation, the Weisman Empire, and the Republic of the Tulip. The rest was similar to Earth. There were hundreds of countries of different sizes with different systems.
Other than the differences in location and environment, everything else was similar to Earth. The people here received quality education from a young age. From primary school, to secondary school, and then to university. He was currently studying at Shengying Aristocratic Academy, which was ranked third in the province. It was a high school and he had just enrolled for a year. During the holidays, he suddenly had a high fever at home. The original Garon died just like that. Luo Jing, who had transmigrated here, was lucky.
As he sorted out his memories, he changed his clothes in a daze. When he came back to his senses, he was already in a white room. He was already sitting in a small and clean white room, eating a soft cherry cake at a white dining table. The palm-sized cake was light yellow in color. On top of the pure white cream, there were dark red cherries arranged in a circle.
Luo Jing's attention was still immersed in Garon's memories.
In his memory, although Garon and his sister were studying at an aristocratic academy, it was barely maintained by their parents who lived frugally and worked overtime. In order to let the siblings attend this school, the family reduced all their daily expenses to the minimum. Their parents did not even spend money on clothes and jewelry. The benefits and bonuses from the excellent rubber company were all used to pay for the school's tuition and living expenses.
Unfortunately, the siblings did not seem to have any learning genes. Their grades in the school were always below average. No matter how hard they worked, they could not improve. Not only that, in the academy, most of the other students were either rich or respectable. In comparison, the siblings' conditions were far worse than the others. Naturally, they developed feelings of inferiority, which in turn affected their originally healthy personalities. Garon's personality became strange and introverted, while his sister Ying Er's personality became quiet.
"You'll be going to school soon. Don't mess around with your classmates. Study hard and try to get into a good university." Father Lombard sat across from them, eating the salad on his plate and reminding them. "And Ying Er too. Don't read novels all day. Focus on your studies."
"Okay." Ying Er replied obediently. She sat on the right side of Luo Jing. She wore a delicate white tunic with a white corsage on her chest, which highlighted her tender and cute figure. She wore a black and purple pleated miniskirt and thick black pantyhose as a cover for the short skirt. Ying Er ate the cake, her black leather shoes pointed at each other. She lowered her head and looked like a yes-woman.
Luo Jing lowered his head and ate the cake silently. From time to time, he would take a sip of the milk beside him. He glanced at his sister's dress and noticed a black symbol with silver light on her chest. It was a symbol of a line of letters surrounded by a wreath. It indicated that this was the Shengying Academy's female uniform.
He looked at himself. He was wearing a slim white shirt with black and silver stripes on the cuffs and collar. He also wore slim black trousers with black leather shoes. He also looked handsome and pretty, and very classy.
Both brother and sister had average looks. Their black and purple hair and wine-red eyes made them slightly more attractive. His sister's facial features were very ordinary, and there were many freckles and acne on her face. Garon's hair was messy, and his eyes were hollow. He looked like he had been sick for a long time, which made people feel uncomfortable just by looking at him.
Luo Jing barely absorbed most of Garon's memory until he finished his breakfast. The brother and sister helped to clean up the tableware and went back to their rooms to prepare their luggage and books for school.
"Brother, have you seen my history book?" Ying Er asked loudly in the room.
"No." Luo Jing, or Garon now, replied. He just casually replied.
He was also packing his books. There were a lot of history, geography, etiquette, mathematics, and other subjects. There were several more subjects than high schools on Earth. There were also things like swordsmanship and archery. After stuffing all the books into his black backpack, Garon gently exhaled and slowly walked to the window. He opened the window, and a gust of moist and cool air rushed into his face.
Outside the window, there was a space between two residential buildings. The ground was a grayish-black square chessboard. On the left side of the field, some people were lining up in front of a strong man holding a sign. The crowd was slowly gathering, and he didn't know where they were lining up to go. On the banner, the words "Collins Will Win" were written.
Directly below, a grayish-yellow wooden cart was being pushed by a woman out of the building where he lived. It was full of tools and ingredients for selling snacks and pancakes.
With a whoosh, a white bird flew past Garon's eyes and disappeared after a few turns.
He suddenly woke up and felt that he was really in another world. He was in his own home on the fourth floor, looking down at the environment that was completely different from China.
The people outside were either blonde, silver, or red, and the color of their eyes was different. There were also black and white skin colors. Moreover, the language they used was a special alphabetic language similar to English. Garon, who got the memory, could naturally understand it.
Now, he was no longer the adult he was on Earth. Instead, he was only an ordinary boy of sixteen years old, with an ordinary family, an ordinary background, and an ordinary appearance. He also had a weak body. His parents went to work every day, going out in the morning and coming back in the evening. He and his sister came back from school once a week. Their lives were completely two points, going back and forth between school and their home. After high school, they took the comprehensive exam. If they were lucky, they would be admitted to a better university, then they would have a good family background and a good job after graduation. They would be one of the thousands of students who took the comprehensive exam.
Having a good job was the biggest expectation of his parents for him and his sister.
"If it wasn't for my weak body, maybe I wouldn't have succeeded." Garon was speechless and smiled bitterly. He had a hunch that during the coma on the carriage home, maybe it was Garon's body that instinctively resisted the invasion of his consciousness. If it was a strong body, maybe he would be completely rejected.
"According to the knowledge in the memory, this world should still be in the period of the Industrial Revolution. There are thermal weapons, but there are no decisive strategic weapons. It's almost the same as the world before the appearance of nuclear bombs and missiles. " He carefully sorted it out, "It's not at all like I imagined a world of magic or Xianxia. There are no signs of the supernatural at all."
Thinking of this, he didn't know how he should live. When he first found out that he had transmigrated, he still had a trace of anticipation in his heart. He didn't expect that after careful sorting, this world was just a backward technological civilization.
"Forget it, let's take one step at a time. The current situation is to take care of my body. "Garon raised his arm that was as thin as a bamboo pole and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Carrying their school bags, the two siblings walked to the door together and closed it. Garon walked in front with the garbage bag in his hand and walked down the stairs. As he walked, he also observed the other residents and the situation of this era.
The staircase was a little dark, and there were only two residents on each floor. On the left side of each resident's door, there was a brass mailbox with a name engraved on it. It seemed to be quite old.
Most of the residents going in and out of the house were wearing decent suits and long skirts. Everyone's back was straight, and although their faces were tired, their footsteps were still hurried, showing that the pace of life was very fast. Only a few residents looked to be in poor conditions, and there were also some hawkers who rented the house.
The two siblings didn't say a word until they reached the top of the stairs. They threw the garbage in their hands into the bin. Garon looked at his sister standing on the left. Ying Er was half a head shorter than him. She was the sister that their father brought in after his first marriage. And he was related by blood to his mother and her late husband. Therefore, although the two of them had the same hair and eye color, they were actually not related by blood. Moreover, the relationship between the siblings was very ordinary, only slightly better than that of friends.
As usual, the two of them got on the school bus. There were already a few students on the bus.
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