Turns out I'm the protagonist's golden finger

Two months ago, Jiang Zhao hadn't traveled to this world yet.

He is in his world, as usual, three points one line, school, home, restaurant.

Live every day like a guinea pig in a wheel.

The teaching in the third year of senior high school is very tense. As a Chinese teacher, every minute he is in school, he will not be free for that minute.The papers for yesterday's weekly test had to be corrected quickly, otherwise the exercise book for the night would not be sent back in time.Jiang Zhao sighed inwardly, quit making PPT lesson plans, and began to revise the papers.

"Recently senior high school students read a lot of novels, and they were especially criticized at the weekly meeting. Director Zeng just asked me what I should do. What do you think?" The voice was very capable, not pleasant, but decisive and not procrastinating. It was Chen, the Chinese teacher in the class next door. Wei.

Jiang Zhao didn't look up, but he paid attention a little.

Several teachers immediately came to help.

"Now is the last two hundred days of preparing for the college entrance examination. Nothing should interfere with students' review, especially novels and electronic products."

"Electronic products have been banned once, and they haven't been revived yet. The focus is on novels."

"Do you want a surprise inspection? Just like the last dormitory surprise inspection, the students didn't know about it, so they relaxed their vigilance, so it would be easier to find out."

"The time is hard to decide. Look at the schedule. Tuesdays and Wednesdays are the monthly exams, and Thursdays and Fridays are the second-term high school exams. What can you check out on weekends? Ah? Today? Not today, we have a new teacher welcome meeting."

"New teacher welcome party? Teacher Jiang, didn't I remember that it was held on the weekend? Why is it held again?"

Suddenly being called by Chen Wei, Jiang Zhao panicked, "Huh?" He raised his head with pure eyes, pretending that he didn't hear clearly.

He really didn't know where they were talking.

Chen Wei repeated it with a smile, and Jiang Zhao adjusted his slightly shortness of breath, and said, "The weekend is the new club meeting."

"Hey, I was confused," Chen Wei smiled, and returned to the surprise inspection: "I think today is ok, what kind of new teacher welcome party do we who have been teaching here for so long go to? We and Zeng The director organized a team to check, what do you think?"

The remaining few teachers disagreed with her proposal, you look at me, I look at you, there is no way to propose a better plan.

"Everyone can vote with a show of hands." Chen Wei said, and took the lead in demonstrating.

Then all the teachers raised their hands.

This kind of good way to activate the classroom can also be used in the office.

That's how it was settled.

Jiang Zhao looked at Chen Wei until her back disappeared into the white wall and could no longer be seen, then he put himself into the test paper again.

"Ms. Chen is really stylish," a young teacher said with a smile, "No wonder her students call her Mr. Chen."

"Haha, this group of students are also very good at watching dishes. When they see Chen Wei, they are called the boss, and when they see me, they are called the old man." Xu Min, the leader of the senior group, said.

The rest of the teachers laughed.

Jingle bell, the bell rings after school in the afternoon.

The teachers went out in twos and threes, discussing where to go for lunch, and in the end only Xu Min and the young teacher were left.

Jiang Zhao waited for them to stop talking before saying in a deep voice, "Mr. Xu, the exam papers are finished."

"Ah!" The young teacher was taken aback, and said strangely, "Mr. Jiang, why are you still here? I thought it was only me and Xu Min, why didn't we talk? I'm going to be scared to death by you."

Jiang Zhao shyly put the papers on Xu Min's desk, and took another large stack of papers.

The atmosphere suddenly became dull, Jiang Zhao felt very unnatural, and the young teacher also felt embarrassed, touched his nose, and said, "I'm going to eat first, does Xu Min want beef soup? I'll ask my aunt to save a bowl for you."

"No, I'll go to the noodle shop outside." Xu Min looked at Jiang Zhao, and wanted to ask him where to settle for lunch, but Director Zeng came.

Zeng Jin called affectionately: "Old Xu, there is an inspection tonight, call more people."

Xu Min let out a cry and didn't move. The teachers in the third year of high school have all changed. Most of the teachers he knows are in the second year of high school. Now he's going to the cafeteria to grab a meal.If he goes looking for someone now, he will definitely be called to eat in the cafeteria again.He really couldn't get used to the deadly sweet porridge inside, so he might as well go to the second building of the teaching building to find someone after the meal time.

"Mr. Xu."

"Huh?" Xu Min adjusted his glasses. His students all called him old man, Xu old man, and his colleagues were either called old Xu or by his first name. It was rare to hear such a formal title. It seemed strange and cautious.

"Can I go with you at night?" Jiang Zhao didn't dare to look at him, and kept drawing on the test paper.

"Okay." Xu Min forgot that Jiang Zhao was also a new teacher, and was quite happy that he could save a trip to the second building.

Jiang Zhao pulled a tissue, wiped the sweat off his palms, and said, "Thank you."

Xu Min picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of tea, a little puzzled, "What's the matter? By the way, where is Mr. Xu going for lunch? There are several restaurants around the school that are delicious, but unfortunately there are students there, you Do you know any good restaurants not far from here?"

"I only order takeaway, I don't know." Jiang Zhao's answer was very concise.

"Ah? You're the one who orders takeaway every day and puts it over the fence? Why don't you go eat with your colleagues?" Xu Min heard this while chatting with the security guard and thought it was a student ordering and dared not put it in the guard room. Who knew it was Jiang Zhao.

Moreover, Xu Min thought that he had never met Jiang Zhao at dinner.

"You order takeout all semester?"

"Sometimes, don't click..." Jiang Zhao felt Xu Min's eyes on him.

"No way, the way to win over colleagues is cut off." Xu Min said as someone who has been there, "Colleagues, the first acquaintance is not in the office, but in the cafeteria."

"Didi", Jiang Zhao picked up the phone and said apologetically, "My takeaway has arrived."

Walking out of the office, the air is a little lighter.Jiang Zhao turned on his mobile phone, and the messages sent to him in the WeChat group accumulated almost three figures.

Jiang Zhao frowned and just turned it off.

In the evening, the night is as cool as water.

What is even cooler is the heart of the senior three students.

"Teacher, this book is almost 80 yuan. It's a collector's edition, don't take it away!"

"Teacher, this book is not mine!"

"Teacher, I haven't read any of these books!"

Xu Min didn't care about it at all: "Hurry up and hand it in now, and I'll return it to you at the end of the semester. If you don't hand it in now, if you find out, just notify the parents! I really want to see, your parents know that their children are more than 200 years away from the college entrance examination." What kind of reaction will I have if I still read these novels when I was young?"

That night, wherever Xu Min went, there were wailing.

Jiang Zhao and several young teachers assisted behind him, that is, searched.Along the way, I have gained a lot of money, and it is estimated that I can buy hundreds of pieces of waste paper.

In Class [-], Xu Min asked Jiang Zhao to search the bookcase behind.This bookcase was originally used to store supplementary materials and papers, a mess of test papers and textbooks.Jiang Zhao searched carefully and found a romance novel. Next to the novel, there was a copy of "Les Miserables", which seemed to be in French.Jiang Zhao happened to have a theme class about Hugo, so he took it out and wanted to look through it.

"This is a masterpiece!"

A hand held him down.

But Jiang Zhao has already opened it.

Inside are not difficult to understand French letters, but: "The Third Immortal", the journey of the good-for-nothing boy against the sky.

Jiang Zhao looked at the owner of that hand, his voice was cold, and he seemed to be angry when he spoke: "Is this book yours?"

The student was tall and strong, and the shadow he cast almost covered Jiang Zhao.

"This book can't be kept." Jiang Zhao snatched the book from him and put it on the fancy novel.

Strange, what about Director Zeng and the others?Jiang Zhao paused.

The boy stood in front of Jiang Zhao and looked at him.Because the boy was tall, he looked at Jiang Zhao almost condescendingly.

An inexplicable sense of oppression.

Jiang Zhao's brain felt as if it had been shocked by an electric shock. Those painful and unbearable memories had obviously been discarded in the depths...but they were spliced ​​together at this moment.

Very clear.

Extremely painful.

In the dark alley, he was held down.The voice rang in my ear:

"You're the one who grabbed Brother Yi's first prize? You look pretty, but it's a pity you don't have a brain!"

"A bastard with no father or mother dares to steal Brother Yi's things, who gave you the courage, huh?"

"Damn it, if Brother Yi didn't say not to hit him too hard, I would have crippled him directly."

"Don't beat him too hard, do you really want to persuade him to quit? He will have to use his right hand for a while now, just teach him a lesson this time, and the future will last forever!"

Jiang Zhao was about to suffocate.

He almost smashed open the back door.The slightly cold night wind blew in, and that annoying feeling of depression dissipated a bit.However, the eyes of the students all gathered here.

"Write an 800-word review tomorrow and send it to 309!" He closed his eyes, afraid that he would lose control again.

Walking out of Class [-], Jiang Zhao couldn't help trembling.

He always thought that the past is over, as long as he doesn't think about it, it will slowly fade away, but who knows that it is like a phantom, peeping at his life all the time, always killing him in an inadvertent moment. one strike.

"Mr. Jiang, who is this?" A teacher saw him rushing in, packed a few textbooks indiscriminately, and left, stopping him to ask.

Jiang Zhao left without explaining.

"He is quite strange." The teacher said to a teacher who was still working overtime: "We have worked together for so long, and he hasn't spoken to me yet."

The overtime teacher tapped the keyboard quickly: "It may be shy."

No, it's not like that.

Only Jiang Zhao knew why.

——Junior high school has been subjected to campus violence for a long time, and he suffers from severe social phobia. He can't talk to strangers normally, and he can't talk to people normally. Even when someone is around, he feels uneasy and irritable.

If it wasn't for Dean Jiang's hope, he would rather die at home than go out, let alone become a teacher.

Walking out of the school gate, Jiang Zhao scratched his head, trying to calm himself down.

He scanned the shared car and rode home.The night wind was blowing, blowing the shirt close to the skin, and the sail would be blown up again after a while.

I heard that there is a new cake shop on Shuiqi Street.Jiang Zhao took another look, the cake hut at the corner looked like a candy house in a fairy tale, the sign outside was lit with colorful lights, and there was a [-]% discount.

Jiang Zhao thought for a while, the wages will be paid soon, let's order a cake for Li Xiao.

Walking into the store, Jiang Zhao flew back in a depressed mood like a boomerang.

Jiang Zhao stood at the door, and the shop assistant noticed him.

Jiang Zhao is good-looking, with picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. What's more rare is that he has a kind of demeanor. He can wear a white shirt with a sense of immortality. There is a slight watery look in his eyes, like a pond full of water lilies quietly blooming , Looking at it is refreshing.

"Handsome, what do you want? We have launched a lot of new products, and all of them can be discounted. If you add our store WeChat, you can even get half the price. If you want to send your girlfriend, we can help you customize a special egg cake." The female shopkeeper was extremely enthusiastic greet him.

And he ate takeaway for a semester just to avoid this situation.

Jiang Zhao wanted to use his mobile phone to send her an order, but felt that this behavior was too weird.So he picked up a pen on the counter and wrote on a scrapped receipt:

Strawberry mousse cake, 198 yuan, twelve candles, please help to write: Happy 12th birthday to Li Xiao.

The clerk thought that Jiang Zhao couldn't speak, and felt uncomfortable, and said, "Handsome guy, do you want free delivery service?"

Jiang Zhao wrote down the address of Lexin Welfare Institute.

"Ah, handsome guy, you are so caring. I thought I bought it for my sister." The clerk said with emotion. These days, there are not many handsome and kind-hearted people.

Also considered a sister.Jiang Zhao smiled as much as possible.

The female clerk's heart was beating wildly, she took out her mobile phone, and said earnestly: "Add a WeChat account, I will be the first to send you any discounts in the future."

Jiang Zhao just wanted to leave, but shook his head and refused.

Walking out of the cake shop, the female clerk's voice can still be heard: "Damn, you really don't like me..."

That was not what I meant.

These things are tiresome.

Jiang Zhao speeded up, as if trying to shake off all these anxious emotions.

When I got home, there was no one in the house, but it was cleaned up, medicines, food, beverages, equipment and supplies, everything was neatly arranged.Best of all, these things come in complete sets, and he hates borrowing things.

In an inconspicuous corner, a corner that he can see every day when he goes home, there is a group photo of the three of them.

Another day.

Jiang Zhao patiently wiped the photo with a cotton swab.

The photos and frames are dated, but clean, the result of being cared for and cherished.

Jiang Zhao tried to save electricity, turned off the lights after changing his shoes, and groped into the bedroom in the dark.He turned on the small desk lamp, and with a click, cold white light surrounded him.

At last he was alone.

Jiang Zhao relaxed and took out his textbooks to prepare for lessons.But he found that "Les Miserables", no, it should be "The Third Immortal" in his bag.

It's really...

He was walking in such a hurry that he accidentally got mixed up in the textbook.

Jiang Zhao picked it up and flipped through it at will.He likes to read, but doesn't think such books are of any value.

"Crack." The table lamp suddenly turned off, Jiang Zhao was startled, his eyes couldn't adapt to the darkness, and his eyes were blurred.

He touched the table to turn on the fluorescent lamp.

"Ah!" The sudden pain in his back, like a knife, pierced and tore his body severely.He was in so much pain that he couldn't move, and he didn't know anything until he touched the cold button of the light.

He didn't even have time to turn on the light to see the murderer's face.

When he woke up again, he was in a sea.

The sea and the sky meet, stretching endlessly.

Jiang Zhao didn't feel any pain, nor any other discomfort, and even felt a little special lightness.

Where am I?Jiang Zhao got up slowly.Not far away came a white-haired girl, wearing a violet pettiskirt, looking at him with big innocent eyes.

"This is the third world." The girl said.The sound is like a machine sound.

"The third world? What is that?" Jiang Zhao pinched the palm of his hand. There was no pain, but it was clearly not a dream.

"It's the repository for storing the data of the deceased." The girl explained to him what happened:

The interstellar court sentenced Jiang Zhao in the parallel world to death, but because of the commander's mistake, this punishment fell on Jiang Zhao in another world.

In other words, Jiang Zhao died instead of him in the parallel world.

"You mean, I'm dead?" Jiang Zhao narrowed his eyes, filled with endless fear, "Is it because of your mistakes?"

The girl bowed in shame, and said, "I'm sorry. Your anti-accidental injury proposal has been transferred to the Supreme Interstellar Council, and I will only give you justice!"

Jiang Zhao smiled wryly: "What's the use of justice? It's all dead."

The girl looked at Jiang Zhao, and through the data brought by her pupils, she knew that he was in a very low mood now.

"Actually, with your current state, you meet the conditions for living in a lower-dimensional world." The girl's eyes turned golden, like some kind of detection instrument.

Jiang Zhao had the feeling of being thoroughly analyzed.

"Using books, pictures, etc. as the medium, I can send you to a low-dimensional world." The girl gently tapped Jiang Zhao's eyebrows, drawing a ray of blue light from it.A fluffy mass suddenly appeared in the air, it was a big civet cat.The civet cat's head is tied with a metal ring that looks like a forehead wipe, and the blue dots on the ring meet the blue light between his eyebrows.

"The system binding is successful!" The raccoon cat opened its eyes and threw itself on Jiang Zhao impatiently: "Finally, I also have a host, woo woo!"

Jiang Zhao pinched the back of his fat neck, lifted him up, and distanced him.

The civet cat flopped around in mid-air with its four short legs, but couldn't break free in the end, and said with a sad face: "Host, I will be your little partner to help you earn life points in the future."

"What is life value?"

"That's it." The girl put something in Jiang Zhao's eyes, and Jiang Zhao saw three game blood bars, and there was an analysis circle next to it.

"I'll help you, you can choose the world you are most familiar with," the girl put her hand on Jiang Zhao's head.The last book Jiang Zhao read before he died was...

"I found it, "The Third Immortal Venerable" welcomes you to join!" The girl waved to him with a smile.

A blinding white light hit him, and Jiang Zhao was sucked into another world before he could say "I haven't finished reading that book".

"Activating..."

"Every data is normal..."

"Matching started to check..."

"Ding! Immortal Venerable, welcome to exit!"

"Wait!" Jiang Zhao still wanted to stop all of this, but there was a violent feeling of falling, which made people unable to escape, unable to break free, and even had no ability to struggle.

It's like taking a world down with you.

He woke up.

Surrounded by rocks, the place where he lay was also a huge rock.

Jiang Zhaofu closed his eyes.

"Host~" In the endless sea of ​​consciousness, a big civet cat flew towards him on a broomstick, carrying large and small bags on its back.

The big civet cat cried, "I've finally caught up with you."

Jiang Zhao smiled kindly at him.

The detector on the right pupil activated.

The circle box shows:

Name: System 69730

Identity: A helpful personalized system tool, connected to the Interstellar Mastermind, a wonderful assistant for earning life points.

Threat: 0/100

Favor: 100/100

Emotional fluctuations: happy 100%, worried 0%, angry 0%, sad 0%

The big civet cat stretched out its claws to him, with round eyes and soft fur, as cute as it could be: "Hello host, let's do the task together!"

This big civet cat is really like the dwarf peas in the orphanage, Jiang Zhao is rarely afraid of society, so he holds its hand.

"The following is the taskbar call."

The big civet cat patted the metal circle, and the blue dot shot out a light, playing a page like a projector.

Survive the first level:

Be kind to others

The page slides over, and it is the detailed rules:

1. Be kind to others.

Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows, thinking there was some strange request, but it was so simple?

"Host, you have to pay attention to your life blood value."

Jiang Zhao dispatched his own data.

Health: 3/1000000

"Why so low?"

The big civet cat explained: "You have just come back to life, of course the blood value is very low, and it will slowly rise in the future."

"How do I increase this?" After Jiang Zhao asked, he felt that this question was too stupid, and gave him a task, of course, through the task to increase the blood value.

The big civet cat gave him a detailed table, which indicated the method and extent of the rise.

①Get favorability +5

② Complete the task +10+100+1000

③ Save lives +50

④Daily Consumption -4

⑤ Hated -5

⑥ Exposing the original identity - ranging from 10-100-1000

⑦ Destroy the setting world - 1000000

⑧ If the blood value is lower than 3/1000000, it will be regarded as giving up life.

Jiang Ming understood.

Open your eyes again and look at his hands at this moment.The knuckles are thin, the nails are round and clean, as long as bamboo, like a talented scholar who is used to holding a pen.However, when he covered his hands, the tiger's mouth had thin calluses from holding weapons for a long time.

Who is he?Or, who is "I" now?

Jiang Zhao got up from the stone bed and found a sword stuck obliquely on the ground.

The sword was very thin, silvery white, and bursts of cold air flowed out, like a piece of black ice, with a circle of white spiritual energy lingering around the sword, which made people feel frightened.

Jiang Zhao licked it and felt its strong spiritual power.On the body of the sword, the word "Cang Wen" is engraved with strong strokes.

"Who am I?" Jiang Zhao couldn't help asking.

Big civet cat: "I don't have relevant data in my brain. This world is a completely new server. Everything depends on myself. I'm so useless~ Host, don't dislike me~"

"No."

Jiang Zhao came back to his senses, looked at the sword and thought: Maybe the original body is a hermit, or a relatively powerful sword cultivator. If this is the case, does he have any spells now?

How about, Jiang Zhao held up Cang and asked, try?

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Overhauling... sorry -_-||