Fan: I'm just watching you quietly

Author: aky

First release: Dragon's Sky Forum original review version

Repost: The wind blows the red flag

Chapter 1

Since a book has not been updated and cannot be spent on ten yuan, we have to do it ourselves and write some fan works...

My surname is Zhang, Gong Changzhang

——The long bowman’s bow, the long bowman’s long bowman’s dirty, it’s a man.

After so many useless self-introductions, I will talk about something useful, that is: I'm in trouble.

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The second before, I was sitting in front of the computer and scolded people with "My magic will tear you into pieces", and the next second, my world completely changed.

It was an open space. Compared with a small dark room with only a computer and a curtain, this spacious courtyard was undoubtedly open. Although the soft sunset was not dazzling, I, who had just seen the world clearly, could not help but feel a trance. It was a kind of thinking, a trance on the soul level. Although as a science student, I believe in science, I understood after that second: the science I know has betrayed me.

Yes, science has betrayed, and next, I am the only one left.

Why did it become like this... Science can no longer give me the answer...

At that moment when I was in a daze, there was a lot of new things in my mind, which was the memory of a seven-year-old child. But this was not a body-taking. After I merged the 30-year-old adult memory with the 7-year-old child's memory, I got such an answer.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, a 30-year-old thinking seizes the mind of a 7-year-old child, which is undoubtedly a body-taking. So let’s make a simple change: a 7-year-old child has obtained the adult thinking of a 30-year-old. Is this a strange adventure? A computer has installed new software and learned new algorithms, so isn’t it the original computer?

Although the algorithm is more advanced, it is still the same computer; similarly, I gained the thinking of a 30-year-old science student in computer science, and I am still me. It is just that [fusion of 30-year-old thinking and 7-year-old thinking, summoning a 37-year-old new thinking.

(Addition is [Hyundation] summoning!!!) A 30-year-old science student who is a computer major sends a useless roar.

Just as my personality was splitting from myself, a woman who was about the same age as me came over and stuffed a piece of paper money into my hand.

"I will not come back if I have something to do in the army tonight. I have meal tickets on the table. I go out to buy food when I am hungry. Remember to close the door when I go to bed at night!" The woman was tidying up her appearance while walking out of the yard. As she walked out of the yard with her voice, I reluctantly reacted and responded, but she did not get any response from her.

After all, she is still busy.

Yes, she is the seven-year-old mother—or my mother—working in a confidential institution. She didn't tell me anything because she was worried that the child wouldn't be reliable, and all the actions were the answer: something happened in the army.

I can't take care of her affairs for the time being, so I can only take care of myself first - for example, open my palm to see how much money she gave me.

That was a 50 cents bill!

In this era when a vegetarian dish costs only five cents and a meat dish costs only one cents, 5 cents are obviously a big bill! Its purchasing power is about 50 yuan now.

(Compared with the 40th year of Showa!) Another thirty-year-old me, after analyzing the current prices, said some useless nonsense. But I was too lazy to complain about it in reverse, after all, it was even more boring to complain about it myself.

I bought two five cents of buns with money and tickets, and I managed to hold on until the next morning. However, the first person to enter the yard the next morning was not the mother with this body. It was a newspaper deliveryman, and he sent the People's Daily subscribed to by his mother.

Since I still have some time before going to school at 7:30 in the morning, I decided to read the newspaper first.

April Fool's Day Friday, April 1, 1983

Originally, this was a festival that had no meaning to the Chinese, but on this day, China's largest government newspaper made me a big joke on April Fool's Day.

In its literary section, an article titled "Danger, Let the Children Go Away!" appears, a very abrupt number - 10086.

My surname is Zhang, Gong Changzhang

——The long bowman’s bow, the long bowman’s long bowman’s dirty, it’s a man.
Chapter completed!