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Zhu Zimo was born in 2345 and is 24 years old now. He is an otaku with countless assets.

Of course, all his assets came from Meng Zuyin.Now that the Earth Alliance has already stepped out of the interstellar space and become the overlord of the Megatron side, the Zhu family has seized the opportunity in the era of great change, and now has several resource stars under its name. Even if the bosses and descendants don't live up to their expectations, the prodigal family will be defeated for hundreds of years.

Born in such a huge family, the specific status is also determined based on talent.Zhu Zimo has no big ambitions, and loves staying at home the most in his life, immersing himself in the two-dimensional world and cannot extricate himself, so it is only natural that he has become a second-generation patriarch who only takes money for nothing.And because he is much more reliable than those cousins ​​who play with cars, women, and all kinds of messy dangerous goods, the few in power see him very pleasing to the eye, and no one makes things difficult for him.So his life has been very moist.

At the beginning of puberty, Zhu Zimo was sure that he liked the same sex, and he preferred being below rather than above—this was a bit troublesome.If he likes a girl, he can just find a gentle and lovely Cinderella, and he can live happily ever after.But I just like men!After all, the Zhu family is a big family. Even though same-sex marriage has been legalized for a long time, it is still difficult for them to accept their children to 'marry' out... Would you like to recruit someone to marry them?Guaranteed to be allowed to have special ambitions, which messed up Zhu Zimo's smooth and smooth life.

To put it bluntly, the rich and noble township rots people's bones, and Zhu Zimo is a two-dimensional housekeeper who does not seek to make progress. After thinking about it for a while, he orzed himself up, thinking otherwise, forget it, and dealing with three-dimensional people is too exhausting. , when he has physical needs to be solved, he can simply go online to buy a big and well-made inflatable doll, that is the most ideal lover for nerds!

To say that technology has developed into the 24th century, it is really a paradise for all kinds of nerds now!Stay at home, everything is done.In terms of entertainment, the spiritual civilization of the alliance has been greatly enriched.In terms of materials, placing an order online, the goods will be delivered to your door in less than an hour.What is especially commendable is that today's inflatable dolls are not the same as when they were first invented.The appearance is very similar to the real person, including the touch of the skin, you can have a logical dialogue with the owner, and you can design a unique dream lover according to the owner's preferences!In the dead of night, to soothe the restless and lonely hearts of otaku men and women...

In a word, as long as you have money, everything is not a problem!

What's especially wonderful is that Zhu Zimo has nothing but money!

So just like those ambitious "family members" don't understand him, Zhu Zimo also can't understand what those people are doing to fight for power and profit.How wonderful is it to leisurely do what you really like?But precisely because they did not understand each other, Zhu Zimo was not threatening in the eyes of careerists, so he was able to seek a pure land in this fiery Vanity Fair, and spent 24 years in peace and joy.

As the old saying goes, people are particularly prone to bad luck when they are in their zodiac year.

Zhu Zimo did not escape this 'curse' either.

He was kidnapped for some reason - he didn't see the kidnapper's face clearly, his eyes just went dark, and he never regained consciousness since then.He didn't know how long it was before he opened his eyes again. There was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and he retched with nausea. Then he sat down dizzily, and slowly recognized a colorful figure in front of him.

The man yelled, and after a long time, brought a glass of mineral water out of a paper cup, moved it to Zhu Zimo's mouth, and poured half of the glass into it rudely.Zhu Zimo was so weak that he had no way to refuse, so he could only swallow desperately. He choked on the last two mouthfuls and coughed for a while, which caused the wound on the back of his head. The pain made him dizzy. I have never suffered such a crime, it would be better to die than to live...

The colorful guy was finally willing to let him go, and took the paper cup away. Zhu Zimo waited for a long time before returning to his place. He stabilized his head with one hand and wiped it with the other. Wiping the tears that had just oozed out, I barely opened my eyes and observed the surrounding environment.

He is now sitting crookedly on a hard, green plastic chair with a corner missing. Next to him is an infusion tube with a needle attached. The infusion tube is empty. There are some flesh-colored medical tape on the needle and a A small ball of alcohol swab with a small spot of blood on it.The room he was in was not too big, but there were quite a lot of people. There were men, women, old and young, all of them standing or sitting in a mess. On the phone, a middle-aged woman in a dirty white coat is holding a syringe to inject a crying child into the buttocks. No one bothers to look at him—oh, except the one who just fed him The yellow hair of the water.

Zhu Zimo had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Judging by the innate skills of a two-dimensional nerd, he, how does he seem to have traveled back hundreds of years?

Every senior nerd is very talented in textual research.Zhu Zimo has been striving for excellence for more than 20 years. He has watched many literary works, comics, and movies... The culture of the earth has never been broken, so that he is full of true or false historical knowledge. He only looks around. It can be roughly judged that this should be the social landscape at the end of the 21th century and the beginning of the [-]st century.

So, here comes the question, is this a prank by the kidnappers, or did he really travel through time and go back hundreds of years ago?

Holding his dizzy head and thinking about it for a while, the yellow-haired man who almost murdered him just now came back again. He was wearing a pair of dirty blue jeans with several holes on his upper body. The khaki short-sleeved T-shirt exposed two thin arms, and a small dark green rough tattoo was exposed, and it was unknown what the tattoo was.His hairstyle looks like a cockscomb, bald on both sides and a long one in the middle. The color is very lively. Zhu Zimo looked it over, then held his head and closed his eyes.

Huang Mao dragged a three-legged stool over, the stool rubbed against the floor and made a harsh sound, causing many people to stare at him angrily, but Huang Mao was unmoved at all, sitting in front of Zhu Zimo with his legs crossed, crooked He nodded and said: "I said brother, you are too useless! You are a hit! I just recommended you to Brother Cheng, but you are good, and a brick gave me a concussion... Brother Cheng didn't like it." You, you still have to spend 120 yuan in vain, who do you think I provoked? What a fucking bad luck!"

Zhu Zimo was shocked, but still held his head and did not speak.

Huang Mao took out a cigarette from his pocket, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, the white coat after giving the little boy an injection sprayed him: "Smoking is not allowed in the clinic, you have to take it out!" Huang Mao nodded and bowed with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll hold it in my mouth and don't light the fire!" The white coat rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Huang Mao held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, put on a vicissitudes of life expression, and said to Zhu Zimo: "Come on, who is Brother Hao and I have been neighbors with you for so many years? I can't see you poor little people! In this way, When you recover from illness, I’ll lend you some money first, and we’ll go get a dragon tattoo at Old Wang’s at the mouth of the dead alley. Here, it’s exactly the same as my brother’s tattoo. It’s very majestic and domineering! Don’t you always envy it? Don’t Waiting for you to collect enough money by yourself, sharpening your knife is not a mistake for woodcutters, with such a 'talisman', you seem to be a bit of a Taoist, I thought, those grandchildren will open you again Time, no matter how much you have to weigh it..."

Sitting next to them was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, who was fascinated by Huang Mao's words. His grandma came back after going to the toilet and listened to the tail. Immediately, he looked at the two of them like a steaming pile Xiang, without further ado, he moved his grandson away, still muttering in his mouth, telling his grandson not to learn from those bastards, he will not learn well!

Huang Mao hissed at them, then turned around indifferently, and asked Zhu Zimo, "Do you feel better? Let's go back when we're done. I don't have much money to treat you, and I'll pay you back in a while." I have to show Brother Cheng."

Zhu Zimo had a concussion, and it didn’t matter if he broke the road and stitched it up. He had never suffered such a serious injury since he was a child, but at this time, the physical blow was not the most fatal. The mental injury caused by the "suspected crossing" It made him even more dejected.His lips trembled slightly, and he said with difficulty: "...Brother Hao, I have nothing to do. If you have something to do, go first. I'll go back by myself in a while."

Huang Mao has actually become addicted to smoking at this moment. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and stood up: "All right, I'll go first. I've already settled the bill. I know you have no money."

He stood up and walked a few steps, came back again, took out a poor-looking wallet from Zhu Zimo's arms, opened it, and stuffed a crumpled ten-dollar note inside, "I'll leave it for you Put down some money, and buy a few buns when you’re hungry.”

After Zhu Zimo put it back, he left like a gust of wind.

Zhu Zimo hesitated for a long time, then stood up staggeringly, controlled the desire to vomit, asked with the white coat where the toilet was, and walked the zigzag route.With great difficulty, he stood in front of the sink in the toilet and looked into the mirror about one foot wide and long.

He could tell at a glance that this person was not him.

The person in the mirror is quite similar to his original appearance, but it is completely different from the fine skin and tender flesh raised in his rich and noble village. This person is very thin, his skin is a bit rough, yellowish, and his hair is also dyed Yellow hair like Huang Mao, fortunately, he didn't cut a rooster's head, the hair is a bit long, and it is attached to the head limply, making the whole person look so useless and listless.Wearing a pair of cheap short-sleeved trousers with no sense of design, and a piece of white gauze tied on the back of his head, he raised his right hand to touch it, and found a few shallow scratches on his right hand, besides, There are still a few thin calluses on the palm, the nails are a bit long, and the gap between the fingers is not very clean.

Zhu Zimo took a long breath, he took out the wallet in his pocket tremblingly, and flipped through it. Except for the ten yuan that 'Brother Hao' put in just now, there were only two steel coins worth fifty cents. Regardless of this, I found another bank card and an ID card, and looked at the information on the ID card——

Name: Zhu Zimo

Gender: Male Nationality: Han

Date of Birth: March 1982, 2

Address: No. XX, XX Community, XX Road, XX District, Beijing

That big head photo was ugly and earthy, Zhu Zimo only felt dizzy for a while!He actually went back to more than 300 years ago!