Who am I, why am I here, and where am I going?
Waking up from a cold wooden bed, his mind was in chaos. In a moment of confusion, the legendary Philosophical Three Series popped up in his head.
What is my name?
William.
No, there should be another name.
His head suddenly felt a sharp pain. The pain did not affect the body, but went from the inside out, and the ripples were generally radiated from the mind to the nerves.
He opened his blood-red eyes, as if in a morbid bright red pupil, in a confined space the size of five or six football fields, three huge oval spheres were placed in huge glassware. Uncountable pipes connected the vessels and the ceiling above the space. The colorless and transparent liquid in the vessels surrounded the sphere, and a thin layer of broken ice floated on it.
What is this? omen? Also, why are there three? It should be two…
Wait, how do I know it should be two?
Memory?
The young man held his head and his mind gradually became clear.
My name is Baihe, a once diligent orphan who has achieved successful liberal arts research monk by relying on scholarships and student loans. After graduation, I spent my life in the museum and gradually became corrupted in the bureaucratic life.
Or, now I am William, a dropout from elementary school in Bai, a gangster, a mild albino, who survives by robbery and theft.
According to the starting point flow routine, this should be a time travel.
But it seems that the world really doesn’t do much to me.
The young man realized this and looked at the thin young man in the mirror and couldn’t help but complain.
Just these two taels of muscles, robbed in the middle of the night, at most, they could bully the little beggar and the weak woman.
Also, what else was missing…
He looked in the mirror and suddenly felt a very bad feeling. He vaguely felt that this time travel seemed not that simple, and that very serious information was missing.
What would it be?
He rubbed his swollen temples, trying to recall the illusion just now, but felt that the illusion seemed to have been erased in his mind, and he could not remember anything.
Gulu~
He rubbed his stomach, and his face suddenly became painful.
In addition to pain, there are some memories.
This is hunger.
His expression froze instantly, and he recalled the scene he had in college.
With scholarships and half-working and half-study, I can get a certain amount of money, but the student loan has been deleted… I probably only have two meals of steamed buns and pickles a day.
But this William brother seems to be unable to deal with steamed buns and pickles.
He opened the refrigerator and found a hot dog that had been half gnawed according to the added memory. Instead, he sat down, took out a notebook covered with dust and a pen, frowned and wrote a few strokes, but half of the handwriting was not leaking.
He didn’t care, he just continued to write with the thoughts.
Time travel form: soul-walking, fusion.
Current status of the travel object: wandering children, social scum.
Education: Elementary school.
Valuable property: a pair of old kidneys picked up from the garbage dump, an old computer made up of pieces, an inherited one-bedroom house, and an electricity and water bill owed for two months.
Physical condition: thin, sub-healthy.
…
William turned his pen, looked at the busy street outside the window, and frowned and began to think about the future.
He could not stand a poor life, just as he could eat pickles and work hard when he was poor, but after work, he ended up with a salted fish for a year. He was not an active and hardworking person. After arriving at a platform, Baihe realized that his quality was not top-notch and the limit of the road he chose was also limited. With his background, he may not be able to reach the higher level of society with his own strength. He may have worked for more than a decade, become a deputy director before retirement, or be a doctorate and strive to become a director, but that’s all.
As a helpless and lonely army, this is probably a counterattack, but if you want to truly complete the reversal, Baihe believes that the most cost-effective model is to marry a wife with high IQ and cultivate the next generation well.
If grassroots want to truly rise, it often requires continuous efforts from generation to generation. People with normal thinking and limited abilities will realize this in the process of being in a society. But this understanding made Baihe who used to be particularly distressed. There is only one life for one. With an extreme self-view of life, the museumman Baihe chose a paper-like life.
The current situation is a bit serious. William is already 17 years old. It is time to turn back at this time to follow the path of normal people, and I am afraid it will be too late.
But there are still some opportunities.
No felony record, no history of drug abuse or alcoholism, William secretly thanked in his heart that if he had touched these, he would have to go all the way in a dynamic social group. In a relatively orderly society, the chances of success of people without capital walking this path are so low that it is hopeless, but the price of failure is astonishingly high.
The legitimate path of the king, probably the only one who joins the army?
Bai Guo’s treatment of joining the army is acceptable. After the recruitment is successful, he will be able to provide scholarships to go to college and work hard to continue to make progress. It is a good idea.Wouldn’t it be a pleasure to choose a turnaround path and get into the petty bourgeoisie and continue to live a life of scrambling?