Sweet Home's start time is set back one month

[Go, did you faint just now because of hypoglycemia? ]

Chen Weiming stood up slowly while pressing his head. He probably accidentally pressed the wound on his forehead from the fall. A piercing pain rushed straight to his brain nerves, making him completely clear-headed.

"(It hurts)."

"Huh?"

Chen Weiming subconsciously covered his mouth, looking puzzled.

[When did you speak Korean so well? And you clearly wanted to say "It hurts", but how come it came out in Korean? And what is this place? ]

Chen Weiming twisted his head mechanically as if he had seen a ghost, looking up and down and left and right in the room.

What came into view was a small room that was so big that you could see it at a glance. The area of ​​the room should be around 20 square meters.

At the innermost part of the room was a thick mattress lying flat on the ground, about half a meter away from the outer window.

Going beyond the mattress and walking out, there was a brand new computer desk leaning against the wall.

Except for this pure land, the rest of the floor was covered with dirty clothes of various shapes, as well as various instant noodles, purified water, and plastic bottles of garbage.

The whole room was extremely messy, and it didn't look like a proper place to live.

He looked down again, and the clothes on his body were not the autumn clothes and autumn pants he wore before, but casual clothes. An even more weird feeling crept up on his forehead, and Chen Weiming was extremely scared at this time.

He was afraid that if he turned around, he would see an evil ghost sticking to his back, and screamed "Wow, wow".

Chen Weiming first closed his eyes nervously and calmed down. Then he swallowed twice, and suddenly used all his strength to jog two steps and rushed to the security door in one breath.

He clenched his fists in his chest, turned around suddenly, and found that there was no foreign object behind him as he imagined. Chen Weiming squatted down close to the iron plate of the security door.

"Ah Xi!"

"No? I'm scared to death." After adapting to the weird situation, Chen Weiming finally recovered the Chinese language system

And just when he breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly [dong dong...]

"Ama!"

Chen Weiming stuck to the security door tightly, hitting the door panel constantly, as if he wanted to get his body out of the security door.

The weird sound, when it first sounded, it sounded like a knocking sound. As time passed, it became more and more obvious and the music was clearly audible.

【Whiteshirtnowredmybloodynose，

Sleepin‘you‘reonyourtippytoes......】

"It turned out to be the ringtone of the mobile phone." Chen Weiming breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the door panel, and completely collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

"," the beautiful Chinese voice sounded in a low voice.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, it was night time, and he didn't want to disturb other people. Chen Weiming, who thought he was of high quality, followed the ringtone and ran to the mattress and fumbled on the quilt.

After he grabbed the mobile phone from the quilt, he pressed the alarm clock reminder hard, and threw the mobile phone on the "bed".

"Too weird, what's going on?"

Chen Weiming sat on the mattress with his legs and feet, thinking seriously.

【Is it a dream? 】

He rubbed his lower body while checking the situation in the house.

【It must be a dream, otherwise such an illogical thing would never happen in reality. You don't even need to look at this face shape, it is definitely not your face, and your eyesight has long been not so good. 】

【I just don't know where you entered the dream, when you went to the toilet? Or when you were lying on the bed】

【Then again, you have seen through the dream, why hasn't you woken up yet? 】

【If you are on the bed, any dream is OK. But if you are lying on the toilet and dreaming, you must have fallen hard, so you have to wake up quickly. 】

He slapped his right cheek hard, and the right cheek suddenly became numb and hot, and the pain was real.

Chen Weiming's right eyelid kept twitching, and his heart was filled with horror: "Damn, what's going on?"

After many twists and turns, his mind became clearer, and for a moment he was at a loss.

With trembling hands, he picked up the Samsung phone beside him and carefully checked the information in the phone, hoping to find a major bug to stimulate the central nervous system, so that his dream would be broken and he could wake up.

Album, nothing.

Text messages, nothing.

"KakaoPay, what the hell?"

"Is it the Korean version of Alipay?"

After he opened KakaoPay, he saw a string of zeros on the page that he couldn't count at once, "Ten million, ten thousand, brother and father..."

"Hey, one billion Koreans?"

[What the hell? How can such a rich man live in such a broken place? ]

[You said it wasn't a dream, but there are so many bugs. 】

Chen Weiming closed "Alipay" without any regrets. He opened the blue elephant app Evernote and read the information records in Korean.

He opened the most recent one. Although it was in Korean, Chen Weiming still received the Chinese information in his mind.

【】, all kinds of curses at the beginning, Chen Weiming could only ignore them all and swipe the screen to continue reading.

[One billion, one billion, if I had this money earlier, my mother wouldn't have left me. What's the point of going to college...]

"You don't have to be born without both parents."

[]

Looking at the abuse of the indifferent society, Chen Weiming roughly understood that the owner of this body was a pained family.

[Why do I keep having nosebleeds recently? Could it be that I have a terminal illness...]

"Nosebleeds, why do I feel that this setting is familiar?"

"No, no, I don't associate anything with it."

Chen Weiming shook his head and continued to read, shouting "No, stop."

[****, even if I am really sick, I will not let those black-hearted hospitals make money...]

[If you read this memo, it means that you are dead. Please donate the remaining money to a charity organization, which will be used to support those children who are not loved by their parents, so that they can get out of the shadows and feel that there is still love in this world. 】

【......】

"What a gentle man," Chen Weiming touched his "own" cheek, "even after his death, he still had empathy for others."

"A dream made you almost cry, you are worthy of being called 'you'." Chen Weiming looked at the ceiling and said to himself naturally.

"But why hasn't you woken up yet?"

Chen Weiming glanced at the time "July 24, 2020 05:24 am", could it be that you have to sit until dawn?

He opened the curtains and looked out the window, and a river was clearly visible in the distance.

This is similar to the configuration of his rental house by the Qiantang River, but his rental house is at least more than 60 square meters, and it was rented together with friends at the beginning.

It's nothing like this place, it's no different from a garbage dump.

"They say dreams are the opposite. It seems that you are a clean person in your bones."

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded: [What do you want? ]

"What the hell, who is talking?"

[What do you want? You can satisfy you. ]

"Could it be a system? Did your dream also configure a system for you?"

Chen Weiming laughed out loud with joy. Recently, there are many novels on Qidian that have a system style. Although he has not read many system novels, he also has some understanding of system novels.

Chen Weiming asked in a low voice: "Is it you, dear system?"

[Anyway, you can't wake up again, and your friends have gone home again. It's useless to worry. Instead of passively resisting, you might as well enjoy it happily. 】

"Come on, let the power and status come more fiercely, and give you all the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism."

"Since it's South Korea, you have to experience the happiness of the chaebol."

Chen Weiming kept vomiting like a string of pearls. He opened his arms and whispered: "Come on."

"Come on..."

After a long time without a reply, Chen Weiming scratched his head awkwardly: "System, system..."

"Xiao Ai."

"Siri."

"Where have you been, go, come back, you want to go back."

"What a broken system, like Xiao Ai, it's simply a mentally retarded man."

"You still say that everything can satisfy you, just like the genie in Aladdin."

"Bad mood," Chen Weiming pulled the curtains tightly, sat down on the mattress again, picked up his mobile phone and started playing.

In the depths of Jin Dazhong's consciousness, a man with a similar figure to him cleaned up a group of invading organizations.

"There is no other way, I can only watch the long-legged ladies first."

He skillfully opened YouTube and clicked to view his personal playlist.

"Kawaii 01"

"Kawaii 02"

"......"

"Great! I feel like you are a bit more otaku-oriented. Unfortunately, you like the queen-style ladies more."

Following the rhythm of the music, Chen Weiming gently shook his head and waved his hands, and walked to the only pure land in this room - the computer desk.

In contrast to the floor of the room, everything on the desk is clearly arranged.

In the upper left corner is a Luffy figurine that is more than ten centimeters long. He folded his hands across his chest and showed the "x" on his chest.

Below is an ID card. In addition to the standard Korean text, the three Chinese characters "Kim Dae-jung" in brackets indicate this name.

Through the ID card photo, Chen Weiming saw the appearance of "Kim Dae-jung". In the photo, Kim Dae-jung smiled warmly, was sunny and lively, and looked like a boy next door.

"Although the name Kim Dae-jung is a bit cliché, his appearance is still handsome, not much worse than this book."

Out of the most basic respect, Chen Weiming curled his lips and put the ID card under the mouse pad, hiding it tightly.

"I hate handsome guys the most in my life."

PS: All the * in this book are artificial settings, not blocked words in the actual sense.