Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

Lying in his hospital bed, Wang Yi desperately searched his mind for the original owner's memories, but to no avail.

Without inheriting the original owner's memories, and being completely clueless about this world, pretending to have amnesia might be a good option.

In this light, the jump actually gave him a suitable excuse.

"Amnesia? Do you still remember your name?"

"Wang Yi...right?"

Wang Yi remembered that the dark-faced teacher had called him that before he jumped off the building.

Is it standard practice to have the same name before and after time travel? Or is it just some twisted quirk of some ancient Greek god of time travel?

"Do you recognize those words?" Bai Yu asked, pointing to the doorplate on the door.

"Ward 1, Medical Department, Lanling Magic High School." Since it was all in Chinese, Wang Yi read it aloud word for word.

"who I am?"

"Uh...you're my homeroom teacher, you've said that before."

"Thank goodness, looks like he's not stupid." Bai Yu patted her chest in relief, then picked up an apple from the tray and took a bite.

Wang Yi's eye twitched slightly. Wasn't that apple meant for me?

"If it's just amnesia, we can find some high-level mages who are proficient in mental magic to treat you. Maybe you can recover your memory, but these mages charge quite a lot for their services."

Spending money? Absolutely not!

Even if it could be cured, it's impossible to cure, since this isn't just a matter of amnesia.

Wang Yi muttered to himself, then casually asked, "Teacher, do I have money?"

"You are a student receiving financial aid at our school."

"And in my home..."

"The reason for the subsidy is the orphans of martyrs."

"What about my parents' inheritance..."

"You've already squandered it all, including the pension the government gave you."

As a qualified homeroom teacher, Bai Yu clearly knows her students' situations very well.

Wang Yi suddenly felt so tired: "Teacher, this is so hard for me. Can you lend me some money for food? I'm hungry."

"The cafeteria is open to students receiving financial aid free of charge, so you can eat there without worry."

Finally, some good news.

Wang Yi lifted the blanket, looked at the hospital gown on her body, and said, "Teacher, I'd like to change my clothes and have dinner. Could you please leave for a moment?"

"Now that you're awake, I should go. I bought you a new set of clothes; they're in the closet."

Bai Yu got up to leave, and as she reached the door, Wang Yi suddenly asked, almost as if possessed, "Teacher, then my magical talent must be very good, right?"

"Cough! Cough!" Bai Yu, who was eating an apple, seemed to have choked by it. After a series of coughs, she said in a muffled voice.

"Well, you're one of our star students at Blue Ridge Magic High School!"

Bai Yu, the homeroom teacher, is quite thoughtful. In addition to pants, T-shirts, and jackets, she also remembered to buy underwear for Wang Yi.

After changing his clothes, Wang Yi searched around the ward and found his cell phone and meal card, wondering who had given them to him.

Mobile phones are very important. As the most frequently used daily item, a person's mobile phone can record a lot of things.

Having transmigrated for the first time and not inheriting the original owner's memories, Wang Yi is currently completely clueless about his identity, background, and the basic worldview of this world.

If I could find something useful on my phone, that would be even better.

However, Wang Yi was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back, and he had no interest in checking his phone.

Since we're already here, we might as well make the best of it. In any case, let's fill our stomachs first.

After leaving the inpatient department, Wang Yi inquired along the way and finally found the cafeteria.

Looking at the clock on the cafeteria wall, it was already 2:30 PM. He remembered that he jumped off the building in the morning. If it was on the same day, then the medical technology in this world was simply terrifying.

In just a few hours, they can pull a person who has fallen to their death back from the brink of death, and after treatment, the person can be lively and energetic again, without any injury or pain, just like before.

There's no need to brag about having surgery today and going to work tomorrow.

Getting out of the hospital bed and going straight to work is simply a paradise for office workers, a dreamland for the king of rolls, and a paradise for cattle and horses!

From small things, we can see the great power of this world.

Wang Yi could only sigh in his heart: This is truly a magical world.

Of course, if Wang Yi knew that less than half an hour after he jumped off the building, Director Zhang had almost completely cured him, and that the rest of the time was spent using his body to teach high school seniors on the spot, I wonder what he would think.

Since it's not lunchtime after school, only a few food stalls in the cafeteria are still open.

Wang Yi didn't care about that; as long as she had something to eat, that was enough, and now wasn't the time to be picky.

Wang Yi didn't have high expectations for the cafeteria food; he just wanted something that would fill his stomach and not cause diarrhea afterwards.

After taking a few bites, Wang Yi realized that the food in the cafeteria was actually quite delicious, even better than some restaurants he had eaten in his previous life.

After staying there for half an hour, he managed to get himself pregnant.

Patting his round belly with satisfaction, Wang Yi, now full and content, finally had the energy to ponder: "Where to next? To class? Which class am I in again?"

At this moment, Wang Yi finally remembered his phone.

I was so hungry I was almost fainting, and I didn't even have the mind to look at my phone. Now I'm taking it out to see if I can find any clues.

Wang Yi took out his phone and carefully fiddled with it for a while before quickly figuring out how to use it.

It must be said that in addition to its amazing medical technology, this magical world also boasts a remarkably high level of technology. The smartphones it makes are quite impressive, not much different from those in my previous life.

Since the phone uses fingerprint unlocking, it saved Wang Yi the trouble of guessing the phone password.

He inherited no memories at all, so trying to guess the phone password was like a dog pulling a hedgehog—completely impossible.

Upon opening her phone, Wang Yi's first action was to browse through the phone's photo album, as this best reflects the phone owner's personality and social relationships.

Then he discovered that most of the photos on the phone were taken in dimly lit nightclubs or bars, and the main subjects were slender young women in revealing clothes.

"Disgusting! Shameless!" Wang Yi couldn't help but narrow his eyes, rubbing his chin with the base of his left hand, thinking with a hint of contempt, "At such a young age, they're not learning good things, actually going to nightclubs and bars. These people really deserve a good scolding."

Oh my, they're even filming! How inconsiderate! Don't they know that while it's okay to have fun and be silly, you shouldn't take photos in nightclubs and bars?

After flipping through the photo album for more than ten minutes, Wang Yi found that although the main subjects changed, the content was largely the same, leaving him speechless.

He probably knows how "himself" squandered all the family property and pension.

Feeling bored, Wang Yi emptied the album containing photos that clearly had no important information, and then opened the contact person and call log.

There weren't many contacts saved on his phone. Apart from the special names "Dad" and "Mom," the only other name Wang Yi knew was "Teacher Bai Yu." He didn't recognize any of the other names.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated, and a new message notification popped up.

After opening it, Wang Yi discovered that it was a chat application similar to WeChat.

In a small group called "Grade 1 (3) Class, lawless", someone just tagged him.

The domineering and powerful Qi Xiaohao: "@Talented Little Yellow Hair, Brother E, are you still alive?"

This message successfully prompted Wang Yi to think.

"Brother E"? It's probably a self-designation, since "E" sounds similar to "Yi" in Chinese, so it's probably like a nickname?

The fact that Qi Xiaohao calls me by my nickname so affectionately suggests we might be close friends.

However, if the nickname is insulting, then the person might be the one bullying you.

There is too little information to analyze.

However, upon seeing his online name: "Exceptionally Talented Little Yellow Hair," Wang Yi immediately became unhappy.

He hated blondies the most, so he quickly changed his online name.

Wait, wait a minute, little blondie?