The sky was blue, and white clouds floated in the sky, forming a sharp contrast to the continuous smog in the past few days.
At this moment, Han Yu was sitting by the lake on the outskirts of the city, quietly sitting on a small bench fishing. However, his melancholic face did not match the beautiful weather that was hard to come by.
Han Yu, male, 23 years old, medium build, medium appearance. In this country of hundreds of millions of people, it was ordinary. Only its eyes were very bright. However, its lifeless appearance really did not match today's background.
"Sigh, I'm unemployed again. What should I do next?”Han Yu sighed with a confused expression. Ever since he graduated from a third-rate university, it was obvious that graduation was equivalent to losing his job. It was widely acknowledged that the pressure of competition in society was high.
At this point, he was like a poor scholar in ancient times. He could not carry his shoulders or lift his hands.
At this moment, Han Yu clearly knew that his ability would be like this for the rest of his life if nothing unexpected happened. His family background was very ordinary. His parents were honest people. He could forget about finding a job through the back door. And he was just like that. It might be inherited or it might be his upbringing. He was also an ordinary honest person without talent and appearance.
Their future prospects could not be equated with the rich, elites, and upper-class society. Han Yu himself didn't think that being ordinary was bad, but at this moment, it seemed that it was difficult for Han Yu to even be ordinary.
Since young, Han Yu was the king of children. She didn't know when it started, but the more she lived, the more her followers were more promising than her.
Indeed, there was no harm without comparison." What's wrong with me? Is it my own failure that caused my current outcome? Am I redundant?" Han Yu came to this conclusion after repeated failures. After Han Yu graduated, he immediately went out to look for a job.
However, the flaw in his emotional intelligence made him unable to adapt to the workplace with a competitive record. He had done sales, customer service, and so on. Later, he heard from his family that learning a skill would be good for him in the future. He even learned how to repair cars. Unfortunately, without exception, he could not last for a month. Han Yu, who could not be carried by his shoulders or hands, failed.
The last job he did was a normal worker on the factory assembly line. This job was not stressful for Han Yu, who was a third-rate university. He quickly learned it, but the boredom was numb. He felt that if he continued to do it, his IQ would drop and he would have dementia in advance. At this time, Han Yu truly understood the life and expectations of his parents who were once normal workers. Now, he was walking the old path of the older generation.
Han Yu felt his eyes blur and his nose turn sour.
After a while, he rubbed his eyes."F * ck, am I crying? I used to cry a few years ago. Fortunately, no one saw me," Han Yu said.
He looked at the few small fish in the bucket beside him. This was the result of Han Yu's hard work. Looking at the sky again, Han Yu estimated that it was still early, so he planned to wait another hour to pack up and leave. Quietly looking at the shimmering surface of the lake, unconsciously, Han Yu felt like he was hypnotized and wanted to sleep. He slowly closed his eyes.
" Jiro, Jiro, are you awake? That's great! Nurse, doctor, Jiro is awake!" Han Yu heard the gentle female voice coming from afar and tried hard to open his eyes to see where he was.
" Where am I? I was cultivating my character by the lake. I just took a nap. Kidnapping? Wait a minute, who is Jiro? Isn't this name too strange? It feels very gentle. Jiro Jiro, eh, Kojiro." Han Yu suddenly thought of this name. He remembered the anime he rented with his friends when he was young, Pokemon.
" How is that possible? It's impossible. Maybe there's a Japanese kid next door," Han Yu thought. No, what's going on? That lady wasn't speaking Chinese. She seemed to be speaking Japanese. I've never learned Japanese before, so why do I seem to be able to understand it? 'I must have heard wrongly. I'm in China, I'm from China,' Han Yu thought comfortingly.
" Doctor, this way please." At this time, the gentle female voice came from afar. "F * ck!" Han Yu cursed in his heart. This time, he was very sure. Han Yu was sure that it was Japanese, and he understood it without any obstacles. Only a creepy answer could explain it. That's right, Han Yu was sure that he should have transmigrated.
What's going on? I need to open my eyes! I need to open my eyes! There was a time when Han Yu wanted to train his muscles. He once tried to lift dumbbells 100 times. Of course, he did it in groups of 10, and then he rested until he reached 100. At the beginning, it really took a lot of effort. After he finished, his hands didn't feel like they were his hands. The coach said that muscles were only effective when one lifted heavy objects to relieve their strength.
Now, it was just a simple action of opening his eyes. Han Yu felt that his eyelids were lifting dumbbells.
" Ah!" The nurse beside him let out a scream. It turned out that Han Yu had suddenly opened his eyes. It was so big and so fast. It felt like a zombie in a horror movie, catching people off guard.
" Jiro, look at Mom, you're alright." A gentle female voice sounded. It felt like the background music of the melting snow in spring. Han Yu felt a sense of relief.
"Where is this? Is my name Jiro? "I…" Before he could say a few words, he was suddenly interrupted by crying. Then, in the intermittent words, Han Yu finally understood what was going on. Han Yu had indeed transmigrated. His current name was also Han Yu, and his nationality was indeed Japanese. He was currently living in Suki Street, Nerima District, Tokyo, Japan. At this time, he was at the Nerima District National Hospital. The reason was that Han Yu had originally planned to help his mother buy something.
In the end, he was hit by a small three-wheeled vehicle at a crossroad while trying to save a lady. Fortunately, it was a small three-wheeled vehicle. However, it was not enough. His luck was bad. The back of his head hit the ground. He was dead. Jiro was the only son, and his mother was so sad that she washed her face with exhaustion all day. Now that Jiro was awake, he was extremely happy.
" Alright, she's out of danger now. She'll be able to be discharged after some observation and rest," the doctor said. " Thank you, doctor. Thank you." After that, Han Yu's mother thanked him again and again as she sent the doctor and nurse out of the ward.
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