Daily life in Zongman

Daily life in Zongman

Author: Water Cup

Summary:

I have had many dreams.

My dream in junior high school was to save money to travel when I grew up. Now I have saved enough money and don’t have any vacation.

My dream in high school was to buy a high-end computer when I grow up. Now I have a top-of-the-line graphics card, and my friend came online many years ago.

My dream in college was to work in an industry I liked after graduation, preferably one related to the anime. Now I’m an ordinary employee working from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m., and I’m thinking about what to eat for dinner that’s both cheap and delicious. I haven’t been to a comic convention for a few years.

I like playing games and watching anime. My hobbies are ordinary and my life is ordinary too.

Maybe he will save enough money in his thirties and take a gamble to marry a wife, maybe he will have a child in his forties, or maybe he will still be busy in his sixties.

Live an ordinary and confused life.

By chance, serendipity, and sheer luck, my dream is now coming true.

I was reborn into the second dimension.

The book is also known as: "Starting from a Silent Voice", "Show Your True Skills in the Second Dimension", "Stepmother is Above"

Tags: harem novel, anime, daily life.

Preface. Reincarnation Points

The square icon in the lower right corner of the computer screen flickered, and when it was opened, there was a picture sent by a silly friend: "Daily Anime World Reincarnation Points Allocation Chart".

I love playing this kind of thing when I’m slacking off at work, so I start checking and ticking.

Initial points: 50

Worldview*Locked in: Daily Comics

Family Background: Extremely Poor (Points +15)

Memory: Forget (points +15)

Luck: Good Luck (-20 points)

Additional Trait ①-Wisdom: Forgotten memories gradually recover, and memory is strengthened. (Points -10)

Additional Trait ②-Phoenix: Stronger vitality, resurrection after death, cooldown period of 7 days. (Points -30)

Goldfinger generation level: 20 points

Reincarnation method*Locked: Return to the womb

Muttering that this reincarnation point-adding diagram was too simple, he sent it back to his silly friend: I’m sleepy.

Stop slacking off and get back to work.

thump~

The computer screen flickered, and there was no one in front of the table and chairs.

1. God is really powerful

Friday, May 2013, 10, sunny.

Autumn had long since arrived, and the weather was already quite cold. Nine-year-old Fujiwara Haru returned home near dusk today, ate dinner in silence, and then did his homework.

My father was drinking and watching TV. The news announcer was excited: "A comet will pass by Earth tonight. The last time it passed by was 1200 years ago! And today we will be able to see it soon. This is a thousand-year-old spectacle that cannot be missed!"

She said the same thing yesterday, but like today, Fujiwara Haru hadn't finished her homework, so she didn't go to see it.

Jingle bell bell~

The phone at home rang. My father picked it up, said "Hello" twice, then "Oh" and shouted, "Fujiwara Haru! Your classmate!"

Fujiwara Haru was a little confused. He didn't have many friends at school and had never told anyone his home phone number. He walked over to answer the phone, but his father slapped him on the head: "You're a bad student!"

I picked up the phone and heard a female voice: "Let's go to the balcony first."

Fujiwara Haru did as he was told without saying anything. He was not a talkative person and didn't know what to say.

Female voice: "Let me introduce myself. I am the god who can predict the future. Now I will tell you three prophecies.

The first prediction: 'After hanging up the phone, I will be beaten and scolded by my father.'

The second prediction: 'In half an hour, the comet passing by the Earth will split into two.'

The third prophecy: 'In half a year, I will no longer be scolded for no reason, I will no longer be hungry, and I will no longer be alone.'

The prophecy is over, goodbye."

Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Fujiwara Haru left the balcony and returned to the living room. Just as he put the phone on the socket, his father came over.

At this time, the TV program was no longer news, but a lottery draw scene.

Half an hour later, Fujiwara Haru was lying on the balcony, looking up at the sky with empty eyes.

Under the brilliant night sky, a comet appeared in the distance, like a pair of scissors, cutting the curtain called the starry sky into two halves.

The comet reached the middle of the curtain and split into two.

The colorful tail flames, accompanied by crimson meteorites, fell from the sky. It was a sight he had never seen before. His mind was taken away, and the pain in his body seemed to fade away.

The scenery was like something out of a dream. At that moment, Fujiwara Haru felt: The sky is so beautiful.

He believed in the prophecy of God.

———Six months later———

Fujiwara Haru has always felt that he is different from others. This is not being immature or arrogant, but the truth.

He dreams every night, continuous dreams, uninterrupted dreams, clear dreams.

In his dream, he was an orphan living in a place called He Miao Orphanage. He had two good friends and a grandfather who was the director of the orphanage and treated him very well. What he looked forward to most every day was the Big Windmill program on CCTV-1 in the evening.

He was nine years old and in sixth grade during the day and eight years old and in third grade at night.

"Dingling~"

The school bell rang, and classmates gathered in groups of three or four, chatting and discussing where to go next.

Fujiwara Haru was alone. Over a week had passed since the opening ceremony, and he still hadn't gotten to know his classmates. The students in Class 6-2, who had been in the same class for the past five years, were somewhat repulsed by Fujiwara Haru, a newcomer who had skipped a grade.

Fujiwara Haru was used to it. When he skipped a grade for the first time, he was isolated at first, and later it gradually escalated into bullying.

He fought back and was completely isolated because of it, but he didn't care about it. After all, he had someone to play with in the evening and cartoons to watch.

Carrying his schoolbag, Fujiwara Haru left the school, ready to start clearing out his daily routine.

He believed that he was different from others, not only because of his dreams at night, but also because he could see translucent screens that others could not see.

Thinking about the screen, its image appeared in front of my eyes, a light blue translucent screen, floating in the air, fixed in front of my eyes.

It has three screens that can be switched back and forth.

The first one is Fujiwara Haru's character picture with some information on it.

For example, the name, age 9, and strength and agility of 2.8. Fujiwara Haru's lowest number is Constitution, which is 2.6, and the description says the standard value for adults is 5.

He didn't pay much attention to it and swiped the screen to the right, and a second screen appeared: practice.

This screen prompts that the conditions are not met and practice is impossible. There is also a suggestion: eat more, exercise more, eat less snacks and get more sleep.

Fujiwara Haruya wanted to eat more, but he didn't have many options.

He didn't look at the cultivation scene for long. He just glanced at it and then continued to the last scene: the map.

The map as a whole is a top-down picture with the surface outlined with simple strokes. Special buildings also have small icons. For example, home is a small house icon, school is a fence gate campus icon, and the center point of the entire map is Fujiwara Haru.

The images displayed on the map interface are very large, but when zoomed out, there are even larger areas of fog outside the visible range.

The visible areas were all places Fujiwara Haru had visited before, while the foggy areas were places he had never been to. Three glittering spots appeared on the map, twinkling like gems in the sun.

Fujiwara Haru quickened his pace. His daily routine was to look for new bright spots after school every day.

The first shining point was in a small park three kilometers away from the school. It was a vending machine. Fujiwara Haru skillfully reached out to touch the cash slot of the vending machine and got a 100 yen coin and a 50 yen coin.

Good luck, tomorrow's lunch is settled.

He started to rush towards the second flash point, which was farther away and took him an hour to reach it.

The flash was under a ditch fence cover. Fujiwara Haru lay on the ground and looked at it for a long time, and found that it was a 500-yen coin!

But the opening of the fence was too small and he couldn't fit his hand in. He couldn't pick up the 500 yuan and could only lie on the ground and watch it, hoping that it would be lucky enough to be swept out by the current.

After looking at it for a long time, Fujiwara Haru opened the map in disappointment and checked the location of the third flashing spot. Then he found that it had disappeared.

This happened frequently, but the most unfortunate time was when he arrived at the bright spot and saw an adult picking up 100 yen from the ground. Then the bright spot on the map disappeared in front of him in an instant.

It's getting dark, I have to go home. If I go home late, the situation will be very bad.

Fujiwara Haru carried his schoolbag and started rushing home. There were usually more than ten shining points every day, but he only had two or three hours a day to look for them, and he could only watch most of them disappear.

On the way, I saw three boys bullying two girls. They seemed to be trying to snatch the older girl's headphones. Fujiwara Haru found that the older girl just endured it silently without resisting, while the younger girl was trying hard to resist.

"Gululu..."

Fujiwara Haru was hungry. He had eaten steamed buns for lunch today and had just walked for a long time, so he was very hungry.

He turned and left. It was already late and he had to go back quickly.

When I got home, it was still light and I hadn't been scolded. Dinner was on the table, a few small pieces of bread. It looked like my mother had lost some money gambling that afternoon.

Every time I lost a bet, dinner at home would be bread. It was a cheap loaf of bread I bought at a market on the way home from the casino. Although it was cheap, it tasted very good.

Fujiwara Haru became even more silent. He seldom spoke. After he found out that his mother had lost the bet at dinner, the noises he made, including his movements, became much quieter.

The tip of the pen slid across the paper, making a slight rustling sound. The handwriting on the exercise book was beautiful and light, and it could be seen that it didn't take much effort.

After watching the news, my father started watching the lottery results. After the show ended, he started his familiar violent abuse.

The mother seemed to be in a bad mood because she lost money today, so she said something to the father casually. The father looked at her and raised his hand.

My mother's legs were longer, and my father was kicked down. My father, who became even more angry, got up and rushed towards my mother. Then there was a fight and smashing of things, making the already messy living room even more chaotic.

Fujiwara Haru opened the door and ran out.

He leaned against the door, listening to the violent quarrels and arguments inside the house, and looked up at the sky.

A silver ribbon stretches across the moon, disappearing at the end of the field of vision, as if searching for the lost sun.

It’s been half a year. The god of foresight wouldn’t lie to me, right?

2. Midnight Diner

Fujiwara Haru walked aimlessly on the street, not knowing where to go or what to do, but he knew he couldn't go home now unless he wanted to go to school with an injury tomorrow.

Occasionally you can smell the spicy aroma wafting from the houses on the street, which is the people cooking when they come home late.

My stomach was rumbling, and the few small pieces of bread I had in the evening were not enough to fill me up, even though they were nutritious.

He was hungry, but the money was in his schoolbag, which was at home.

Hoping for a bright spot that was both nearby and good, and fantasizing about wonderful things, Fujiwara Haru opened the light blue screen and switched to the map.

There is no flashing spot on it, but there is a yellow △ with an exclamation mark in the middle of the △.

It was moving slowly. Fujiwara Haru didn't know what it was. He had seen this icon several times before, but he had never had time to confirm what the yellow exclamation mark was.

Fujiwara Haru was very hungry. He hoped that this was an oversized lost wallet and that he could get 200 yen after returning it to its owner so that he could buy a lunch box at half price.

With this hope, he began to walk towards the exclamation mark icon.

The icon was far away and the night was getting darker.

Upon arrival, Fujiwara Haru discovered that the yellow exclamation mark was not a large wallet, but a man with a blood-stained coat and a pistol in his hand.

There were no pedestrians on the streets late at night, only the man in the distance and Fujiwara Haru. Fujiwara Haru saw him, and he also saw Fujiwara Haru.

He raised his pistol and aimed.

Fujiwara Haru remembered the prophecy made half a year ago and walked over.