Chapter 2: If you survive a great disaster, there must be a follow-up attack

Although physics no longer exists in various works, this does not prevent everyone from still living in a very physical world.

As a sophomore soon to be a junior in the Department of Mechanical Engineering at Tianmen University, Ji Jue naturally would not question the foundation of his future livelihood, but this watch was simply too strange.

There were too many things he didn't understand, and it could be said that every part revealed the bizarre nature of its craftsmanship and design.

But he didn't dare to take it apart and could only wait for an opportunity... Unfortunately, after so many years, he hadn't found the opportunity, but he had gotten used to wearing it himself.

If it's strange, let it be strange; could he throw it away?

The youth leaned back in his chair and stretched his muscles, only to find that a plate of watermelon had appeared next to the table at some point. He turned his head and saw that the others had already finished eating and were chatting. Only the youngest, who was doing homework, poked his head out from behind the counter, eyeing his portion covetously.

"Thanks, Lu Ma!"

Ji Jue smiled, waved for the child to come over, and shared half of his portion with him.

"Little Ji, that... what was it..." Lu Ma suddenly remembered and slapped her forehead: "Emergency... rescuer exam, how is it going?"

"Just signed up."

"That's not right." Lu Feng realized: "Didn't you pass it last year?"

"The part I took last year was emergency first aid."

Ji Jue smiled: "I helped out in the extreme sports club at school for a while this year, and I want to take the injured rescuer exam as well. This way, I can be considered a second-level lifeguard."

"Is it useful?"

Lu Feng didn't understand. In his impression, lifeguards were about sunny beaches, lounge chairs, big shorts, sunbathing with nothing to do, blowing the sea breeze, looking at big waves, and if lucky, helping to apply sunscreen, winning the appreciation of customers with skilled experience and busy nights.

But this didn't match Ji Jue, a roll-king who wished he could split every day into forty-eight hours!

"You're helping out here, going to university, and busy with your thesis... Why are you taking this? It feels useless."

Hearing this, Lu Ma activated her skill—My Mother's Glare!

In the eyes of Lu Ma, a die-hard believer in the theory that learning is supreme, children who study well have reasons for everything they do. How could a street hooligan like Lu Feng, who didn't get into university, went to be a soldier, and then stayed home doing nothing after retiring, not only not improve himself but also dare to question a good child?

Could it be that my big ear-slaps aren't sharp enough?

"No way, after all, I'm relatively unlucky."

Ji Jue laughed at himself, showing the cut on his hand that had just been made by A4 paper in the morning. Lu Ma was silent, looking at the scar crawling from Ji Jue's neck. For a long time, she sighed silently and didn't say anything more.

"Computer! Computer!"

The second girl was shocked, pointing behind Ji Jue: "The computer is smoking!"

"Wait, holy crap..."

Ji Jue was terrified, turned back to look at the document on the desktop, and before he could act, the computer screen went black, with no response.

Completely broken.

The power supply was burnt out.

After some inspection, Ji Jue helplessly concluded: After all, it was an old computer.

In fact, calling it an old computer... it's better to say it's a battle-hardened Frankenstein's monster stitched together from various fourth or fifth-hand parts. After so many years of stitching and replacing, the only thing that might belong to the original computer is the frame.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing where the computer crashes halfway through work has happened more than once. And the good news in the bad news is that Ji Jue has developed a compulsive habit of saving. Important files are always saved in triplicate on the hard drive, cloud, and phone, and he habitually presses the save button every time he stops.

If he's lucky, he only lost a few hundred words, and he can just rewrite it later.

On the contrary, the computer...

Ji Jue scratched his head and could only wait a while to go to the 'garbage dump' of second-hand repairs across the street to see if there was a power supply that could still be used.

As for buying a new computer?

Saving money is fine, but he's afraid that after emptying his savings for a few months, he'll accidentally spill a cup of water on it right after buying the new computer...

Then what could he do besides being incompetent and furious and shedding small pearls?

Anyway, he didn't dare to hold any hope for his own ghost luck.

Since he could remember, Ji Jue's luck had never been good.

Tearing open instant noodles without a seasoning packet was a common occurrence, and tearing off a whole strip of skin was simply a matter of course.

When the whole class went on a spring outing in elementary school, he was the only one almost kidnapped by human traffickers. In middle school, he was homeless and wanted to work to earn tuition, but he plunged into a pyramid scheme den and only managed to escape because he reacted quickly. Later, even when he came to the mainland car repair shop to look for work, because he accidentally walked in through the back door, he was almost treated as a thief by Lu Feng, who had just retired from the army, and was sent flying with a kick...

All kinds of bloody tears, it's really hard to say.

After so many years, that he could survive and get into university can only be said to be a great blessing. He thought he could turn his luck around, but on the first day of school, he just had a bowl of the most famous braised pork rice in the Tianmen University cafeteria and ran into a large-scale food poisoning. When it was his turn to be sent to the emergency room, it was said that he was already almost out of breath...

Lu Feng was truly eye-opened. He had been a soldier in the mud pit of the Middle Earth, fighting in the oil fields, living and dying for so many years, and had never seen anyone as unlucky and hard-fated as Ji Jue.

Even in Yacheng, where evil spirits are rampant, he is simply a rare flower.

After the computer broke, Ji Jue didn't bother anymore.

Since he was free, he took the opportunity to guide the third and youngest in their summer homework.

And he enthusiastically and friendly recommended several sets of practice books he had used back then to Lu Ma. There was no need to buy them; his set was at home, and they could continue to use them after erasing them with an eraser, so there was no need to waste money... Hey, why be polite, we are all neighbors, don't be polite, my house still has a set of unused Exam King Thirty Volumes!

Successfully harvested Lu Feng's awe, the second girl's shock, the third's fear, and the youngest's sadness.

Being helpful is good.

Ji Jue happily ate the melon cut by the auntie, knowing that his 'days are numbered,' the youngest started crying and shouting for snacks.

"I'll go buy it."

The culprit Ji Jue wiped his hands on his pants, enjoying the resentful gaze behind him, and said: "Just in time to get a free power supply on the way."

"Bring me a bottle of cola." The second girl, who was spared because she just got into university, needed to calm her nerves.

"Bring a pack of cigarettes."

Lu Ma, wearing reading glasses and struggling with the account book, didn't even look up and said: "Tell Zhang Min to put it on my tab."

"Alright, thank you, Lu Ma."

Ji Jue didn't be polite anymore and went out humming a song.

It was a sunny summer day, the sea breeze blowing from afar was fragrant, and even the wild dogs running around the street were lying in the shade enjoying the leisure. The teahouses on both sides were crowded, and in the hard work of the electric fans, the old men in vests were picking their feet, drinking tea, and playing cards, as peaceful and lively as ever.

Ji Jue whistled, walked ten meters, bought the things at the convenience store at the end of the street, thought about it, and spent his own money to get everyone a few popsicles.

He was the first to tear one open, took a hard suck in the cool breeze of the air conditioner, and immediately couldn't help but sigh comfortably, the wisps of sweetness and coolness spreading from his mouth.

Now even the big sun outside wasn't scary.

Popsicles are the best.

He hummed a song and went out, preparing to return to the shop, but heard a harsh sound.

From behind.

On the street, a tricycle fully loaded with waste cardboard suddenly turned out of its original track like a headless fly, drawing a huge arc. Amidst the screams of the crowd, it scraped against the steamer counter placed on the side of the street, the counter tipped over, the steamer slid off, and hot water splashed.

Just like a speeding hippopotamus.

Straight, rushing towards Ji Jue!

"Damn it—"

Ji Jue subconsciously bit the popsicle in his mouth, too late to dodge, subconsciously grabbed the handlebars with both hands, and looked up at the old man pedaling the cart.

The old man's eyes were white, full of bloodshot veins, and white foam was spitting out of his mouth.

It was like he was having a sudden epileptic seizure, twitching violently.

Then...

He still didn't forget to pedal the cart for his life!!!

Ji Jue felt terrible.

Why bother, old man, you're twitching like this... Are you determined to frame me today?

In the momentary stalemate, the mountain of waste cardboard in the cart tilted under inertia, broke free from the restraint of the plastic rope, collapsed, and dragged the entire tricycle to flip over on the ground.

Pressing both of them underneath.

Only seeing the waste cardboard tremble, and then, a hand weakly stretched out from inside, pushed aside the garbage pressing on his body, and Ji Jue poked his head out, covered in dust.

Breathing heavily.

Fortunate that this time the bad luck wasn't too troublesome.

Thanks to it being a broken tricycle, if this were a truck, wouldn't he be...

But immediately after, he heard the screams around him.

The crowd that had gradually gathered scattered in a rush. Replacing it was a high-pitched roar that was harsh enough to shake the soul.

——Horn!

"What the hell is that noise?"

Ji Jue turned his head sluggishly, only then feeling the oncoming gale.

And the behemoth whistling on the street—the hideous steel face like a giant beast was covered in mud, a terrifying giant that was fully loaded with mud and sand and no longer cared about what was called the approved load capacity.

Total length 16.5 meters, width 2.5.

That was a Nanfeng semi-trailer...

A truck speeding towards him!!!!

"You damn..."

Ji Jue was stupid.

In this seemingly frozen moment of despair, he could already see the driver's distorted face on the driver's seat, which was even more desperate than his own.

He forgot to breathe, his hair stood on end, he wanted to scream and shout, but it was too late to make a sound.

Can't dodge it.

But what appeared in his mind was not cursing, but unspeakable confusion, bewilderment, and even... calmness.

Mom, what a classic plot.

Could it be that I've done good deeds, and today my reincarnation quota has finally been approved!?

Wait, don't just transmigrate, is there a cheat?

Which station am I from? Is there a system? I heard that some authors are shameless, don't give cheats, just throw you into hell difficulty and still argue that it's a cool novel that doesn't abuse the protagonist. They are all lying, and it might even be cancelled in the end...

No, don't rush!

Ji Jue keenly noticed a blind spot—I'm not alone here?!

Maybe the one transmigrating isn't me, but this old man on the ground!

Then wouldn't I be miserable?

In the future, when this old man transmigrates to another world to build a harem, take beauties, and blow up the Demon King, I wonder if he will remember that many years ago, when he was framing people, there was an unlucky kid named Ji Jue? I wonder if he will take it as a warning and do more good deeds from now on.

Don't let me die in vain.

But he seems to be really going to die in vain.

From that momentary realization, Ji Jue finally understood what the infinite darkness that was about to rush towards him represented.

He is going to die.

Die.

Tick, tick, tick...

A crisp sound like an auditory hallucination rang in his ears, so rhythmic, neither fast nor slow, like the footsteps of death approaching.

Can't dodge it.

92... 97... 98...

Ji Jue stared blankly at the huge truck approaching inch by inch, watching the locked tires rubbing against the earth, and the gravel rising from the truck bed in the bumps.

The engine roared and sprayed flames in the cylinder, the pistons rose and fell like thunder, the brake pads and brake discs rubbed, and sparks flew like rain.

99...

Stop.

He wanted to say, stop.

Please, stop, stop, stop...

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop——

He said:

——【Stop】!!!!!!

Click!

At that moment, on the watch dial, the numbers pushed to the limit returned to zero!

The harsh screeching stopped abruptly, the gale ceased, and a massive amount of mud and sand sprayed out from the broken truck bed, sweeping across the street like a mudslide, passing over the truck head, and flying into the sky.

Finally, it fell like fine rain.

Covering Ji Jue's blank face.

Under the sand and soil, his eyes blinked, staring at the truck head that was almost touching the tip of his nose. The truck head was trembling, showing cracks, as if wailing.

Then, the sound of the chassis cracking rang out. The entire truck seemed to fall apart, quickly collapsing, splitting, and the red-hot drive shaft pierced out from the chassis, stabbing out of the mud and sand, pointing obliquely to the sky.

Ji Jue sat on the ground.

In the sluggish trance and bewilderment, he slowly raised his hand, touched his moist mouth and nose, and only touched blood, nosebleed...

Screams and curses seemed to ring out around him.

The noise came late.

A child was crying, calling for his mother. The bewildered mother rushed out of the shop, saw all this, and like a crazy mother bear, furiously pulled off the car door, slapping the driver's face wildly.

There was also someone who seemed to be Lu Feng, who kicked the old man away, squeezed up, and anxiously supported Ji Jue's shoulder, shouting and asking something.

But he didn't pay attention to any of that anymore.

The only thing that appeared in his mind was the sharpness that came from the truck at the last moment.

It echoed in his marrow and intuition, like thunder shaking heaven and earth.

That was the roar of machinery, responding to his words.

It said, 【As you command】.

It's not easy for a newcomer to write, please support me, big shots. Kind big brothers and sisters passing by, can you help me click a favorite? MUA? ===== CHAPTER 3 =====