reborn

Andrei groaned when his head hit a hard object.

Slowly opened his eyes, he looked at the dark gray in front of him. A figure swayed in front of him, as if he was busy closing the window and packing up. A window could be seen on the left of the figure. There was a click outside the window, and another flash of lightning lit the house.

Andrei groaned. He wanted to raise his hand and rub the back of his head, but his whole body didn't listen to him at all. His body was full of a mixed feeling of numbness, itching and pain. His limbs didn't seem to belong to him at all. He put them beside him alone and unconscious, like four thin wooden sticks.

"Am I dead?" There is still some confusion in his mind. I remember that in the end, he was electrocuted when he accidentally took a bath and plugged in the power plug with his wet hand. He saw with his own eyes that a blue electric light burst between himself and his hand and the socket, and then there was a strong scorching black smoke, and then he didn't know anything.

In my mind, everything seems to have become a paste.

Andrei tried to keep his eyes wide open to see what was going on around him.

There was another violent shaking. His head hit the bed board behind him. A sharp pain came again, and Andrei completely fainted.

After one day or several days, he finally felt that his body had some consciousness, and his consciousness gradually woke up from his lethargy.

Bang. There was a soft sound, as if the door was closed.

"Is mom out?" Sister's voice asked.

"Well, she had breakfast first and went to buy some fresh vegetables. I'll go to your aunt later." A familiar man's voice answered, and then there was no sound.

Andrei was surprised to find himself sitting in a small bedroom with a rectangular desk in front of him. He was writing lines of letters on white paper with a black pen in his hand.

Bright white light came in from the right-hand window. There was a light rain outside, and the red roof of the residential building opposite was wet.

Suddenly, it was like a flood breaking the embankment, and a huge and complex flood rushed into his mind.

"Well" he groaned unconsciously and covered his forehead with his hand. Countless strange memories poured into his brain.

Garon? I'm Garon? I'm reborn?

Regardless of anything else, he endured his headache and quickly scanned the memory pouring into his brain.

The world is similar to the background of the European industrial revolution. There are weapons of mass destruction, but there are no weapons of mass destruction.

His identity is an ordinary family boy named Garon. He is 16 years old and his parents are ordinary employees of a rubber company. And a sister named Carrie. The living environment around him is similar to that in Europe during the industrial revolution, but the memory of his family and his own appearance makes him understand that this will never be the earth.

Because he and his sister are born with purple black hair and wine red eyes. Hair color is inherited from the father, while pupil color is inherited from the mother. It has never been heard on earth that someone is born with such hair color and eyes. In addition, the most powerful country on earth mentioned in gallon's previous historical knowledge is not the United States or Russia, but the Asian Federation, the Westman Empire and the tulip Republic. Others are the same as the pattern of the earth, with hundreds of countries of different sizes and different systems.

Apart from the differences in geographical names and environment, others are similar to the earth. People here have to accept quality education since childhood, from primary school to middle school and then to university. He is now studying at the third ranked Saint warbler noble college in the province. He belongs to high school. He has only been in school for one year. Now it is a holiday. He suddenly has a high fever at home. The original Garon died. Andrei, who happened to be reborn from the earth, picked up a big bargain.

While sorting out his memory, he was blankly cleaning up and changing clothes, waiting for him to react and recover. I have been sitting in a small and clean white room, sitting on the white table eating soft cherry cake. Palm sized cake is light yellow, with white cream on top, dotted with red cherries, arranged in a circle.

Andrei's attention is still immersed in the memory left by Garon.

In my memory, although Garon, like his sister, attended an aristocratic college, he barely maintained it when his parents were frugal and worked overtime. In order to reduce the tuition and welfare of both parents, they are reluctant to pay all the daily expenses of the school, so that both brothers and sisters can't afford to go to the school.

Unfortunately, neither brother nor sister seems to have any learning genes. Their grades in the college are always lower than medium, and they can't go up with any effort. And not only that, in the college, most other students are either rich or expensive. In contrast, the conditions of the two brothers and sisters are far worse than others. They naturally have inferiority complex and other emotions, which will affect their original healthy personality. Garon's temperament became strange and introverted, while his sister Carrie's character became silent.

"Carrie is trying to get a higher score in the next exam." Father Lombard sat opposite, eating the salad on the plate and whispering. "And Carrie, too. Don't hold novels all day. Focus on your study."

"Oh." Carrie answered cleverly. She sat at Andrei's right hand, wearing a delicate white tunic and a white breast flower on her chest, highlighting her young and lovely figure. The lower body is equipped with a black purple pleated miniskirt, and the legs are wearing thick black pantyhose as a cover for the skirt to be too short. Carrie was eating the cake, with two small black leather shoes on her feet, toes opposite, her head bowed and a submissive look.

Andrei silently lowered his head and ate the cake, taking a sip of milk from time to time. He glanced at his sister's dress and noticed that there was a black and silver sign at her heart, and a wreath surrounded by a line of letters. It means that this dress is the girls' school uniform of Saint warbler college.

He looked at himself. The slim white shirt, the cuffs and necklines have horizontal lines similar to black and silver, and the lower body is the same slim black trousers with black leather shoes, which looks equally handsome and beautiful.

The appearance of the two brothers and sisters is very general. Only because of the black purple hair color and wine red eyes, the younger sister's facial features are very common, and there are not many freckles and acne on her face. Garon himself has messy hair, dull eyes and sunken eyes. He looks like he has been ill for a long time. He looks uncomfortable.

Andrei barely absorbed more than half of Garon's memory until he finished breakfast. His brother and sister helped clean up the tableware and prepared their own luggage and books for school in their own rooms.

"Garon, have you seen my history book?" Carrie asked loudly in the room.

"No." Andrei, or now it should be Garon. He replied casually.

He is also packing up a lot of books, history, geography, etiquette, mathematics and other subjects. There are several more courses than Earth's high school. There are swordsmanship and bowing. Put the books into the black schoolbag, Garon breathed out gently, walked slowly to the window, pushed open the window, and a stream of moist and cool air poured in.

Below the window is the space between the two residential buildings, and the ground is a gray black square chessboard. On the left side of the venue, some people are lining up in front of a strong man holding a slogan. More and more people are slowly gathering. They don't know where they are going to line up. The slogan says' Collins will win '.

Just below, a gray yellow wooden cart was pushed by a woman from the crossing of the building where he lived. It was filled with tools and raw materials for selling snack pancakes.

A white bird flew past Garonne'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 home on the fourth floor, overlooking the environment in completely different areas below.

People outside have either blond or silver hair, or red hair, with different eye colors. Skin color is also black and white. And the written language they use is a special alphabetic language similar to English. Garon, who gets the memory, can naturally understand.

Now he is no longer the adult on the earth. But an ordinary boy of only 16 years old, with an ordinary family, an ordinary background and appearance. And a weak body. His parents go to work every day, go out in the morning and come back in the evening. He and his sister come back from school once a week. Life is completely two points and one line, going back and forth between school and his home. Spend high school, take the unified examination, if you are lucky, go to a better university, and then have a good background and get a good job. One of thousands of students in the unified examination.

Having a good job is what parents expect of their siblings.

"If I hadn't been weak, maybe I wouldn't have succeeded." Garonne smiled silently and bitterly. He had a hunch that it might be Garonne's body that instinctively resisted the invasion of his consciousness during his coma on the carriage back home. If you change a strong body, maybe he will be directly and completely rejected.

"According to the knowledge in memory, the world should still be in the period of industrial revolution, with hot weapons, but no decisive strategic weapons. It is completely similar to the world pattern before the emergence of nuclear missiles." He combed it carefully.

Thinking of this, he didn't know how to live. At the beginning, after knowing that he had passed through, he still had a trace of expectation in his heart. Unexpectedly, after careful sorting, the world was just a backward world of scientific and technological civilization.

"Forget it, let's go step by step. The current situation is to take good care of your body first." Garon raised his thin and bamboo arm and couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Carrying the schoolbag, the two brothers and sisters walked to the door and closed the door. Garon walked ahead with the garbage bag in his hand and walked down the staircase. While walking, he also observed other residents and the situation of this era.

The stairwell is a little dark. There are only two residents on each floor. Brass mailbox with name engraved is hung on the left side of each resident's door. It looks old.

Most of the residents who go in and out wear decent suits and skirts, and their waistlines are straight. Although their faces are tired, they are still in a hurry, showing a very fast pace of life. Only a few households look in poor conditions, as well as rental vendors and so on.

The two brothers and sisters didn't say a word until they came out of the stairs. Throw away your garbage and put it in the dustbin. Garon looked at his sister standing on the left. Carrie was half a head shorter than him. She was a sister brought by her father who had been married once. And he is the blood relationship between his mother and his late husband. They are not related by blood. And the relationship between the two brothers and sisters is also very general, only slightly better than that of friends.

As usual, they got on the shuttle bus of the college. There were some sparse students on the bus.