Author's note: Writing this article requires a lot of information. Due to the large amount of information, there will be situations where the time, characters, equipment, and real history deviate. However, please remember that this is not history, this is a novel.
October 24th, 2016, Monday. It was sunny, but as a sixth-grade primary school student, Bai Xiaohei still had to wake up early in the morning.
Because he had to go to school.
Bai Xiaohei was 12 years old today. He was a primary school student, but he didn't like to study. Instead, he liked to play games. Although it was the era of League of Legends, he didn't like to play games.
Because he felt that League of Legends was too boring. League of Legends was a team game. No matter how good a player was, it was difficult for him to lead everyone to victory in a team battle. Moreover, there were too many stupid primary school students. After playing a few times, he stopped playing.
The game that Bai Xiaohei played was Crossfire. He liked to play this game because of his father, Bai Yongsheng. When Bai Xiaohei was four years old, his father, Bai Yongsheng, often played Crossfire with Bai Xiaohei in the internet cafe.
It was not that there were no computers at home, but according to his father, the feeling only came from the internet cafe. At that time, there were many people playing Crossfire in the internet cafe. Therefore, when he was four years old, Bai Xiaohei began to play Crossfire.
The hobby of his childhood had continued until today. For eight years, the popular games in the internet cafe had been around, but Bai and Hei had always liked to play Crossfire. Or rather, he only played this game.
He liked this game, not only because of his father, but also because he simply liked this game. Crossing the line of fire allowed him to find the confidence of a boy.
In the game, he became a hero, a hero who could shoot at will with a gun. In the past eight years, whether it was sword battles, pistol battles, or sniper battles, he had played them all.
Everyone in the team knew that he was just a primary school student, but no one dared to underestimate him because underestimating his opponent would make them cry in the game.
That's right. There was once when a student from the class next door wanted to challenge his class, so the class monitor called him over after school. In the end, an hour later, the five primary school students from the class next door all left the internet cafe in tears.
Back then, they were still in the second grade. They played Crossfire and had two games of 22 rounds. The class next door lost all of them. Bai and Black had killed them 50 times in these 22 rounds.
Bai Xiaohei did not like to go to school, but he was a student and had to go to school.
After the first period, Zhang Yong from Class 6 (3) brought two people to look for him and asked him to go to the internet cafe to choose Cross Firewire.
Because he was very good at crossing the line of fire, there were always people who challenged him. In fact, he was also very vexed, but he was kind-hearted and went through the trouble of educating those who challenged him.
Bai Xiaohei thought for a moment and skipped class with two other students. The six of them climbed over the school wall and went to the nearest internet cafe to play CrossFire.
When they arrived at the internet cafe, Bai, Hei, and the other three sat opposite them. Zhang Yong shouted,""Xiao Hei, how about we have a pistol fight today?”
"No problem. I can play whatever you say. It's all the same to me!”
Bai Xiaohei returned confidently. He sat on the chair and entered Crossfire. Then, he began to adjust the flexibility of the keyboard and mouse. When playing Cross Fire, the flexibility of the keyboard and mouse buttons greatly affected the player's hand. As a hardcore player, he had to do these preparations before playing every time.
On the other side, Zhang Yong had already built a room. It was the map of Desert Ash. The password was six 0s, 3v3. The handgun battle began.
A handgun battle was actually a team battle. However, during the battle, both sides were only allowed to use handguns. Other weapons were not allowed, so the duration of each game was relatively shorter.
Ten minutes later, Bai Xiaohei took off his headphones and laughed loudly."Zhang Yong, I won again. Let's play another round! Hahaha-"
Bai Xiaohei's laughter suddenly stopped. He fell on the keyboard of the computer desk and fainted.
"Xiao Hei!"
"Bai, Xiao Hei, what's wrong? Don't scare us!”
A few students shouted at him desperately, but he did not move. He could no longer hear them!
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly woke up. He realized that the surrounding environment had suddenly changed into a classroom. Moreover, the layout of this teacher was actually very different from his classroom. It should be said that the decoration was more ancient and did not look like a modern style.
What's going on? Aren't I in the internet cafe? Why did I suddenly fall asleep in the classroom?
Suddenly, Bai Xiaohei felt a sharp pain in his head. A powerful memory surged up, and he understood everything.
Bai Xiaohei, he actually transmigrated. The funny thing was that this body was also called Bai Xiaohei, which happened to have the same name as him. How could he transmigrate? This was really f * cking stupid.
I usually read novels on the internet. Aren't those university students transmigrating? Why did a sixth-grade elementary school student like me transmigrate? Moreover, I didn't say that I wanted to transmigrate. Bai Xiaohei wanted to cry but had no tears.
After two minutes of disbelief, Bai Xiaohei decided to face reality.
According to his past experience, the first thing he had to do was to familiarize himself with the surroundings and collect information. He knew that he was in a school, and this school was the National Peking First Primary School.
What the hell was this? A small school in Beiping?
Wasn't Beiping the name of Beijing before the Liberation Era? Could it be that he had transmigrated to before the Liberation Era? That couldn't be.
Bai Xiaohei, who had accepted all the memories of this body, just couldn't believe it. He stood up and wanted to go out and take a look with his own eyes.
However, when he stood up, he realized that he was not much taller than the desk. No way. Were all desks in Peking this tall? He was 1.5 meters tall.
He lowered his head and cursed. Oh, f * ck, I've become smaller. I've really become seven years old, and I'm still in the first grade.
Looking at his small arms and legs, Bai Xiaohei wanted to cry but had no tears. He suddenly put his hands deep into his pants. Ah! The symbol of a man has also become smaller. I don't want to live anymore.
"Ah! Bai Xiaohei, you hooligan!"
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