Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

The first night passed like this.

Early in the morning, Tony poked his head out sleepily with a mess of hair on his head: "Bring me a cheeseburger."

"Sorry, only water noodles. Soy sauce is on the table."

Song Fang's head was buried in the bowl and he was eating ferociously.

"Don't listen to Xiao Fang." Grandma came out of the kitchen with a smile, "If you are not used to Chinese food, I will fry two sausages for you."

"Give me one of them." Song Fang said eagerly.

"I know. I can't live without you. Little greedy boy."

Grandma poked Song Fang's forehead lovingly, hobbled back to the kitchen on crutches.

Song Fang turned around, winked at Tony, and whispered, "Don't worry, my grandma has cataracts and can't see clearly."

Tony was stunned for a moment, and his expression finally relaxed.

"Ouch!"

Grandma in the kitchen suddenly exclaimed.

Song Fang rushed in with a single stride. I saw my grandma falling to the ground. Fortunately, the space in the kitchen was relatively small, and the refrigerator behind her helped her. On the other wall of the kitchen, water was pouring out from the faucet.

"It's okay, it's okay, I slipped. Grandma is really old..."

Grandma patted Song Fang on the shoulder to comfort him, and then Song Fang climbed up with difficulty and reached for the faucet.

"I'll do it, grandma."

Song Fang reached out and turned the valve of the old faucet.

The valve was turned over, but the water poured out even more.

What about twisting it back? Sorry, not too young.

"This thing is broken. You have to close the tap water valve first and then replace it with a new one." Song Fang looked around for a wrench.

"Grandma will do it herself." Grandma said quickly, "Go to school quickly, you will be late."

Song Fang didn't think it was anything. In the host's memory, school is really not a desirable place.

Song Fang's family was poor, so naturally he couldn't afford to go to a private school with good conditions. This area is a slum. The entire American empire has given up on them, and even they themselves have given up on themselves. Naturally, the teaching quality of public schools cannot be complimented.

Besides, it’s not his fault, just the stuff taught in the American High School, Song Fang, a nerdy college student...well, he has indeed forgotten everything_(:3)∠)_

But there’s no need for him to take the college entrance examination here, right?

But despite the fact that my grandma has lived in the United States for decades, her thinking is still the same. Everything is focused on her precious grandson’s studies. In her eyes, missing school was like Song Fang losing 17 or 18 pounds in one day, which made her feel distressed to death.

So she pushed Song Fang out of the kitchen without any explanation, determined not to allow him to delay school to repair the faucet. If Song Fang persists, regardless of the faucet, he can at least make grandma angry first.

"Tony?"

Song Fang said.

Tony, who was sitting at the table and grimacing because of the hot water, glanced at Song Fang.

Song Fang showed a sincere smile towards a certain elder. Eight teeth, none missing.

This master can build the first-generation armor in a terrorist's cave, and he can fix a faucet without holding it in his hand.

Tony put down the water glass, looked into the kitchen, and raised his eyebrows. "no problem."

"Thanks……"

"But I charge a lot of money."

Song Fang made a clasped fist gesture toward him, picked up his schoolbag, and hurried out of the house.

At the last moment, Song Fang jumped on the bus to school.

Think about it, last week I was staying in my dormitory, eating takeout and playing games, and then I was transported to the earth a thousand years in the future. My butt was still hot, and I was transported to the world of American comics.

The fate is really wonderful.

So which universe and time point in the American comic book world are we in now?

As for American comics, Song Fang has basically only watched the movies and rarely read the original comics.

It would be great if the system could have its own retrieval system. He would check the direction of the next plot to avoid being blinded...

Song Fang, who was slumped on the bus seat, suddenly jumped up and stared out the window.

Outside the window, the streets are dilapidated. Groups of children rolled across the street like mud beans, and the vehicles on the street hardly slowed down.

A child suddenly jumped up and threw a broken drink bottle at the wall on the street. The drink bottle bounced back, stained with some white plaster brought from the wall, with a little bit of red mixed in.

It's not blood, it's just paint.

Large areas of graffiti are painted on the blank walls on both sides of the street.

Iron Man, Black Widow, Captain America...

Hanged upside down, cut into pieces, pierced through the chest, hung from branches.

The corners of the walls were covered in urine stains.

Another child suddenly spat at the graffiti on the wall.

One by one, the children followed the same example and spit on the wall, each one still competing to spit farther.

The shrill laughter of children lingered under the gray sky, attracting flocks of crows.

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After entering the classroom, Song Fang put down his schoolbag.

There's still a little time before class starts. Song Fang checked his schoolbag. I don’t know what the American classroom is like. Will they also collect homework before class, read a text aloud, etc.?

Anyway, it can be postponed to the computer class. That was the first class in the afternoon.

Song Fang was poor and had no money to buy a smartphone. You cannot ask casual questions about many things, otherwise it will definitely arouse the suspicion of those around you. I had no choice but to take advantage of the opportunity of class to get away from work.

Otherwise, he could stay here for three days in total and have to find ways to collect more energy. There would be no time for school.

Having said that, the host should know these things. Why can't he find it in his mind?

It may be because he does not directly fuse the host's memory with his own, but rather observes it from the perspective of a bystander, like watching a movie. Therefore, some things that are common knowledge to the host are ignored in the "movie".

Song Fang glanced at the prompt given by the system in the corner of his field of vision.

Since the signal strength of the energy channel increased last night, the system energy has been slowly but continuously increasing, about 1% in two or three hours.

He can stay for 60 hours if fully calculated, and the maximum can be increased to more than hours.

not enough...

Suddenly there was a whistle from above.

A male high school student with blond hair and a slicked back was standing in front of Song Fang's desk nonchalantly, "Hey~ isn't this our Song University scholar? He came quite early today?"

Song Fang snorted as an answer. He learned from the host's memory that this guy's name was Billy, and he was in the same grade as him.

Billy knocked on the table in front of Song: "Have you got the things I asked you to prepare?"

"No."

Song Fang answered immediately.

Billy collects protection fees from students in the school all year round. Each student pays them dozens to hundreds of dollars every month.

Song Fang is of Chinese descent and belongs to a minority here. He is especially bullied. The average monthly protection fee paid to them is as high as three hundred US dollars.

How much money can he earn from doing odd jobs in a month?

And it's getting worse.

Billy just asked for $150 from him last week, and two days ago he told him to prepare $500.

Why didn't they grab it? !

Oh, I'm sorry, Song Fang wrongly blamed them, they were just robbing.

Not far away, three bad boys gathered together and walked towards Song Fang with playful smiles.

In front of them, Billy smiled particularly ferociously: "I think you look down on us Avengers."

"Can we not mention this term?" Song Fang asked. Seeing a group of gangsters calling themselves Avengers in a serious manner, Song Fang was so embarrassed that he almost had cancer.

"Oh? It seems you are still a fan of superheroes?"

Billy shook his head, "Then what kind of hero are you? A weakling?"