1 I'm still Zy Black

Revised by: Chemistry is fun!!!

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* Swwiishhhhhhh *

'Is that the noise of a rocket launch?' I slowly open my eyes and see that a cell phone is vibrating as it produces a terribly loud turbine sound.

Approaching me I see what it seems to be an alarm. "But whose phone is th..." Before I finish the sentence, a huge headache strikes me, causing me to lie back on bed holding my head as not to scream.

From this headache, thousands of information flooded my mind.

After a while they subside. From what I understand, these are my memories. But ... I no longer have my memories? Why do I have two now?

Now looking at my surroundings I understand ... In one of my memories this is my room, but in the other memory it is not.

Did I come to another world?

I get up and look in the mirror, I see a chubby man with fire-like hair. Blonde with red hair that goes to the middle of the back. His left eye is blue and his right is green. The problem is this face full of pimples.

"That's me?" I wonder incredulously. In my old world, I may not have been a k-idol, but I at least managed to get some girlfriends.

But now...

At least, going through the memories I see that I still have the same name as my old world.

Zhanye Black, or Zy, as my friends called me.

Here I live with my family: my mother, Sarah Black, my father, John Black, and siblings, the five-year-old twins, Henry and Sue Black.

As I recall, the former owner of this body was a NEET who did not leave the room other than going to school. That was when he didn't go to the arcade.

The parents have tried everything to help him but he doesn't listen. Due to the bullying that he suffered in school he created this isolated and depressive personality.

It's been 6 months since the last conversation between the former owner of the body and the rest of his family.

I've never had a family in my old world, so I don't know how I'll feel when I meet them.

Looking around I see that this guy was very otaku. On the walls I see hentai posters, several action figures on the shelf and a next generation gamer computer.

I hope this world has something like League of Legends ... I may not have been an otaku in my past life, but I had a lot of fun playing League of Legends.

40% of the time consisted of getting annoyed, but the other 60% were worth it hahaha.

I get my cell phone and look at the date. Summer break began today. As in my original world, this body is 16 years old. After the break my senior year of high school will begin.

A bad smell invades my nostrils, I better go take a shower.

* ggrrrrrwww *

I dry my hair, my stomach starts screaming for food.

My room is in the basement of the house, so I go up the stairs while I tie my hair in a ponytail and go to the kitchen.

It's now 8:30 am on a Saturday, I think everyone is still sleeping.

Looking at what he has, I decide to make pancakes. In addition to living alone in the other world, I discovered that women love men who cook, so at about 3 years ago I practiced my cooking in the other world.

I may not be a chef at a famous restaurant, but at least my food leaves people's mouth watering hahaha.

I don't know why, but every time I cook I feel an inner peace. Even knowing that I am in an unknown world with so much uncertainty, cooking helps me think better and stay calm.

Until a loud scream scares me and I throw the pancake up in the air !!

-------- John's POV ----------

Finally, it's Saturday, my wife Sarah was very excited about the lunch that we will have as a family today. Sarah always feels very sad when she remembers our son who does not want to have contact with anyone else.

I just managed to calm her down around midnight.

But I kept thinking about what to do to help him until later.

I went out for a run in the morning as I do every Saturday and when I opened the door, a delicious pancake smell dominated my nose. I ran to the kitchen thinking that Sarah was making breakfast, but when I see who is cooking I freeze .

In front of the stove is a chubby man with his hair tied back and a quiet smile on his face as he turned the pancake into the pan.

I have not seen him in 6 months, and smiling, I don't know how long ago that was.

He's my son Zhanye. My first child, when he was little we played and had a lot of fun together, but when he was becoming a teenager he started distancing himself.

I even received some phone calls from his school saying that he had fought with other students.

When he was 14 years old I decided to ask him what was happening to him, and that he was not like that. But at some point we ended up arguing and he started to cut himself off from everybody once and for all. He rarely went to school, but kept a passable grade point average.

I feel tears coming down my eyes and start walking toward him.

But before I can get there, I see a figure passing by me as she shouts "SONN!!!"