Chapter 2

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 student in the Department of Mechanical Engineering at Tianmen University, Ji Jue naturally would not question the foundation of his future livelihood, but this watch is really too strange.

There are too many things he doesn't understand, and it can be said that every place reveals the strangeness of craftsmanship and design.

But he doesn't dare to take it apart, so he can only find an opportunity later... It is a pity that after so many years, he hasn't found the opportunity, and he has become accustomed to wearing it himself.

Let it be strange, can he throw it away?

The youth leans on the chair, stretches his muscles and bones, and finds that there is an extra plate of watermelon next to the table at some point. He turns his head and sees that the others have long finished eating and are chatting. Only the youngest doing homework probes his head from behind the counter, eyeing his share covetously.

"Thank you, Lu Ma!"

Ji Jue smiles, beckons the child to come over, and divides his share in half for him.

"Little Ji, that what of yours..." Lu Ma suddenly remembers, slapping her head: "Emergency... rescuer exam, how is it going?"

"Just signed up."

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

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

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

"Is it useful?"

Lu Feng is puzzled. The lifeguard in his impression—sunshine, beach, lounge chair, big shorts, sunbathing idly, blowing the sea breeze and watching big waves. If he is lucky, he can also help apply sunscreen and win the appreciation of customers with skilled experience and busy nights.

But this doesn't match Ji Jue, a volume king who wishes he could split every day into forty-eight hours at all!

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

Upon hearing this, Lu Ma activates her skill—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 doing anything. Like Lu Feng, a street loafer who didn't get into college and is idle at home after retiring from the army, not only is he not self-motivated, but he actually dares to question a good child?

Could it be that Mother's big ear slaps are not sharp?

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

Ji Jue laughs at himself, showing the cut on his hand that was just scratched by A4 paper this morning. Lu Ma is silent, looking at the scar crawling from Ji Jue's neck. After a long time, she sighs silently and says nothing more.

"Computer! Computer!"

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

"Wait, holy shit..."

Ji Jue is shocked, turns his head to look at the file on the desktop, and before he can act, the computer screen goes black, and there is no response.

Completely broken.

The power supply is burned out.

After some inspection, Ji Jue helplessly concludes: it is an old computer after all.

In fact, calling it an old computer... it's better to say it's a battle-hardened stitched monster that Ji Jue gathered from various four- or five-hand parts, an epic Frankenstein. After stitching and changing for so many years, what might belong to the original computer is only a frame.

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

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

On the contrary, the computer...

Ji Jue scratches his head, and can only wait until later to go to the 'garbage dump' of second-hand repairs across the street to see if there is any power supply that can still be used.

As for buying a new computer?

Saving money is no problem, but he is afraid of emptying his savings for a few months, and just after buying a new computer, he accidentally spills a cup of water on it...

Then what can he do besides being incompetent and furious and dropping small pearls?

Anyway, he doesn't dare to have any hope for his own ghost luck.

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

It's common to find no seasoning packets when opening instant noodles, and it's simply a matter of course to tear off a whole strip of skin when tearing it.

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 wandering the streets, wanting to work to earn tuition, but he plunged into a pyramid scheme den, and it was lucky that he reacted quickly to run away in time. Later, even when he came to the mainland auto repair shop to find a job, because he accidentally walked in from the back door, he was almost treated as a thief by Lu Feng, who had just retired from the army, and was sent away with a flying kick on the spot...

Various bloody tears are really hard to describe.

After so many years, he was able to survive and get into college, which 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 got a bowl of the most famous braised pork rice in the Tianmen University canteen, and he encountered large-scale food poisoning. When it was his turn to be sent to the emergency room, it was said that he was almost out of breath...

Lu Feng was really an eye-opener. He had been a soldier in the mud pit of the Middle Earth, watching oil fields and fighting messy wars, and had lived and died for so many years, but he had never seen anyone as unlucky and hard-fated as Ji Jue.

Even in Yacheng, where evil obstacles are rampant, it is simply a strange flower.

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

Being idle is also being idle, so he took the opportunity to guide the third and youngest to do their summer homework.

And enthusiastically and friendly recommended several sets of practice books he used back then to Lu Ma. He didn't even need to buy them. His own set was at home, and he could continue to use it after erasing it with an eraser, so there was no need to waste money at all... Hey, why be polite, we are all neighbors, don't be polite, my family 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.

Helping others is good.

Ji Jue eats the melon cut by the aunt happily, and the youngest, who knows that his 'days are numbered', starts crying and shouting for snacks.

"I'll go buy it."

The culprit Ji Jue wipes his hands on his pants, enjoying the resentful gaze behind him, and says: "Just on the way to get a free power supply back."

"Bring me a bottle of Coke." The second girl, who was spared because she just got into college, needs to suppress her shock.

"Bring a pack of cigarettes."

Lu Ma, wearing reading glasses, is struggling with the account book, and says without raising her head: "Tell Zhang Min to put it on my account."

"Okay, thank you, Lu Ma."

Ji Jue doesn't be polite anymore, humming a song and going out.

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

Ji Jue whistles, walks ten meters, buys things in the convenience store at the street corner, thinks about it, and spends his own money to get a few popsicles for everyone.

He is the first to tear it open, takes a hard suck with the cool breeze of the air conditioner, and can't help but sigh comfortably. Strands of sweetness and coolness spread from his mouth.

Now even the big sun outside is not scary.

Popsicles are the best.

He hums a song and goes out, preparing to return to the shop, but hears a harsh sound.

From behind.

On the street, a tricycle loaded with waste paper suddenly turns out of its original track like a headless fly, drawing a huge arc. Amidst the screams of the crowd, it scrapes past the steamer counter placed on the side of the street, the counter tilts, the steamer slides off, and hot water splashes.

Just like a speeding hippopotamus.

Straight, rushing towards Ji Jue!

"Holy shit—"

Ji Jue subconsciously bites the popsicle in his mouth, too late to dodge, subconsciously grabs the handlebars with both hands, and looks up at the old man pedaling the car.

The old man's eyes are white, full of bloodshot eyes, and he is spitting white foam from his mouth.

As if he had a sudden epileptic seizure, twitching violently.

Then...

He still doesn't forget to pedal the car desperately!!!

Ji Jue is not feeling well at all.

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

A momentary stalemate, followed by the mountain of waste paper piled in the car bucket tilting under inertia, breaking free from the shackles of the plastic rope, collapsing, and dragging the whole tricycle to roll over on the ground.

Pressing both of them underneath.

Only seeing a tremor of waste paper, and then, a hand weakly stretches out from inside, pushing away the garbage pressing on his body, Ji Jue probes his head, covered in dust.

Breathing violently.

Fortunate that this time the bad luck is not too troublesome.

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

But immediately after, he hears the screams around him.

The crowd gradually gathering, scattering in a rush. Replacing it is a high-pitched roar that is harsh enough to almost shake the soul.

—Horn!

"What the fuck is that sound?"

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

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

Total length 16.5 meters, width 2.5.

That is a Nanfeng semi-trailer...

A truck speeding towards him!!!!

"You fucker..."

Ji Jue is a fool.

In this moment of seemingly solidified despair, he can already see the driver's twisted face on the driver's seat, which is even more desperate than his own.

He forgets to breathe, his hair stands on end, wanting to scream and shout, but it is too late to make a sound.

Can't dodge it.

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

Mom, what a classic plot.

Could it be that I have done good deeds and accumulated virtue, and today the 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 a cheat, just stuff hell difficulty and still argue that it's a cool novel without abusing the protagonist, all are lying, and it might even be abandoned in the end...

No, don't be in a hurry!

Ji Jue keenly perceives a blind spot—it's not just me here?!

Maybe the one reincarnated is not 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 open a harem, take beauties, and blow up the Demon King, I wonder if he will remember that years ago, when he was twitching and framing people, there was an unlucky child 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 really seems to be dying in vain.

From that moment of 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 auditory hallucination rings in his ears, so rhythmic, neither fast nor slow, as if it were the footsteps of death approaching.

Can't dodge it.

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

Ji Jue stares sluggishly at the huge truck approaching inch by inch, watching the locked tires rubbing against the ground, and the gravel rising from the car bucket amidst the bumps.

The engine roars and sprays flames in the cylinder, the piston rises and falls like thunder, the brake pads and brake discs rub, and sparks fly like rain.

99...

Stop.

He wants to say, stop.

Please, stop, stop, stop...

Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop—

He says:

—【Stop】!!!!!!!!

Crack!

At that moment, on the watch's dial, the numbers pushed to the limit suddenly return to zero!

The harsh screeching stops abruptly, the gale ceases, and a massive amount of mud and sand sprays out from the broken car bucket, sweeping across the street like a mudslide, passing over the front of the car, and flying into the sky.

Finally, like fine rain, it falls.

Covering Ji Jue's sluggish face.

Under the sand and soil, his eyes blink, staring at the front of the car that is almost sticking to the tip of his nose. The front of the car is trembling, revealing cracks, as if wailing.

Then, the sound of the chassis collapsing rings out. The whole truck collapses, splits, and breaks like it's falling apart. The burned-red drive shaft pierces out from the chassis, pierces the mud and sand, and points diagonally to the sky.

Ji Jue falls to the ground.

In the sluggish trance and bewilderment, he slowly raises his hand, touches his moist nose and mouth, only touching blood all over his hand, nosebleed...

There seem to be screams and curses ringing out around.

The clamor comes late.

There is a child crying, calling for mom. The bewildered mother rushes out of the shop, sees all this, and like a crazy mother bear, furiously pulls down the car door, slapping the driver's face with big ear slaps without rhyme or reason.

There is also a person who seems to be Lu Feng, kicking the old man away, squeezing up, anxiously supporting Ji Jue's shoulders, shouting and asking something.

But he doesn't pay attention to those 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 a thunderclap shaking the sky and the earth.

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

It says, 【At your command】.

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