future library.

Chapter 1 The New World
The seaside in October is a refreshing season. The willow trees are no longer beautiful, but the pine trees are beginning to show their figures. The plane trees stretch out large leaves, covering the two rows of tile-roofed houses one after another, allowing only a few soft lights to shine through the windows. through.

The outer ring of the house is made of long cyan cladding bricks, the length of an adult's arm. Although the rain stains were washed away, there is no trace of a piece of the surface falling off, which shows the intention of firing the kiln back then.

Most of the vermilion tiles protruding from the eaves were damaged, but the tiles on the top were still firmly locked in their original positions by the tiles and tile rings. The tiles lay on their backs on the roof, like a strong man with his belly exposed on the beach , Between every two strong men lies a slender and fine tile, or, between every two thin tiles, a strong man lies.

Cheng Jinzhou was sitting near the window, playing with the emerald jade wrench in his hand, while staring at the upturned tile on the right side, as if he was counting the patterns on it.

It has been several months since he traveled here, and he still hasn't adapted to this weird-looking society, let alone his current young body.

The original owner may have been doted on too much, delicate and frail, lingering on a sick bed, eleven or twelve years old, weighing less than seventy catties, slender and long like a bamboo half-gnawed by a panda, and finally killed by the soul of Cheng Jinzhou substitute.Now my health is a little better, that is, I can barely come to this private school.

However, being able to go to a private school is not good news for Cheng Jinzhou who has occupied his body. Of course, it is indeed much better than the initial lingering sickbed.

The students in the same class as Cheng Jinzhou are all children of Cheng's family, ranging in age from 10 to 12 years old, all of them are of similar level, and they are reading: "Jia Shen Zhi, Ren Wang Xing. Qi Doulu, Japan Moonstar..."

What they read is the Three Character Classic of this era.It is completely different from the version of "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good", but it is much more difficult, with a lot of historical content added, it is already considered an intermediate textbook.

Cheng Jinzhou, who hated going to school, basically couldn't remember much elementary content. After he couldn't keep up with the progress, he became more and more unwilling to read the texts that praised him, and just spent time lying on his desk.

In such a big classroom, Cheng Jinzhou's posture is more eye-catching when other people are leaning on their bodies.

"Cheng Jinzhou!" The old master didn't allow him to be lazy, and he stopped drinking, like the bell of a church.

"Here." Cheng Jinzhou looked up lazily as if he was in a university, and his casual voice aroused the laughter of the children.

The old master glanced at him with a sullen face, then turned to look around, and the classroom immediately returned to a state of silence.

"Stand up, and start reciting from 'All the distinguished families, I admire the grace of the king...'." The old master stood beside Cheng Jinzhou with his eyes closed, holding a ruler in his hand.

Looking at the ruler with a wide and narrow wrist, Cheng Jinzhou was really a little timid.Old Master Cheng is an upright member of the Cheng family. He has achieved great fame and served as an official. After returning to his hometown, he taught the children of his family. The tender meat will swell for two days if touched.

He was still in a daze, Old Master Cheng opened his eyes slowly, and said, "Why, you can't recite a single sentence?"

The forgetful children laughed again.On weekdays, they would not dare to laugh at the son-in-law of the family like this. No matter how wealthy and famous the family declines, the status of the son-in-law of the family is enough to look down on all living beings.For most people, the gap between them can only widen from the moment of birth.

If you don't laugh at this time, when will you wait?

Cheng Jinzhou shrugged helplessly—he was still a little used to the habit before time travel—and lamented in his heart: No matter where he went, he couldn’t escape being taught by his teacher.

In the 21st century, Cheng Jinzhou has a professor's father and a professor's mother, both of whom are well-known in the academic circle.Therefore, even though Cheng Jinzhou's middle school was bad, he still went to college; even though his undergraduate studies were bad, he still went to graduate school, and his tutor was a famous professor—Cheng's mother tried to educate him for the last time.As for his doctoral supervisor, it was replaced by Cheng's father's student, a poor new professor.If there are no accidents, in another year, he will be able to become a teacher and harm other undergraduates.

Just talking about the good parts, Cheng Jinzhou’s epitaph can be written: He dedicated his life to the education world.

Of course, in another time and space, Old Master Cheng did not have the feeling that Cheng Jinzhou was in the same academic circle. He said again with a stern look: "Can you recite it?"

Cheng Jinzhou shook his head honestly, stretched out his tender little hand, raised his head and said, "Forgot."

The old master raised the ruler mercilessly, raised his right hand 45 degrees, and practiced it twice in a row.In his whole life, he has played more boards than the priests in the church have sung hymns, and the hymns he sang are accurate and powerful.

"Sit down, and ask if you don't understand. Today's homework is silent, and I will recite it to me tomorrow. If you are sick and rest, you have to make up your homework." When it came to the last sentence, the old master showed a little warmth, and he also Knowing that this kid from the Cheng family is weak and sick, he will be bedridden for five out of ten days, but as a legitimate son, not studying when he is young is even more of a problem.

Cheng Jinzhou grinned and sat back on the chair. Hearing the jeers of a group of little kids beside his ears, Cheng Jinzhou was furious: God knows, I, a doctoral student in theoretical physics from a prestigious university, was sent to elementary school again. What's even more irritating. Yes, not competitive yet.

If I knew it earlier, I would have done more experiments back then. A Ph.D. in theoretical physics left the laboratory assistant and couldn't do anything.Cheng Jinzhou patted his forehead lightly, and the cold emerald jade fingers made him feel much better.

This finger is what he already had. When he was at home, he used a rope to hang it on his chest. After crossing inexplicably, it became the only consolation.

Looking carefully, the surface of the ring seems to be covered with layers of mist, and it flows as viscous as mercury, giving it a simple and mysterious feeling.If you completely cover the fog with your finger, you can enter a magical space in a trance, only the size of a laptop, but there is nothing inside.

Cheng Jinzhou, who has read countless novels, originally fantasized that this is a so-called storage ring, but unfortunately, he spent a lot of effort and never put anything into it. It seems to be just an empty space for daze .

"What a pity." Cheng Jinzhou rubbed the ring and whispered.

Although there are many strange things on this continent, and even the Cheng family where he lives has many items beyond his understanding, the legendary storage ring is still just a legend.If there is one, there is nothing to worry about.

The old master looked over again from a distance and coughed lightly.

Cheng Jinzhou raised his head in a daze, and shook his head in confusion with the crowd, rubbing the ring with his left hand, and muttered pretending to be reading: "I think you are just a place where you can put two books, it's really a storage ring , it’s still worthless. Is it really impossible to put a book?”

The sour grape mentality did not comfort Cheng Jinzhou. When he was about to pretend to attend the class, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he saw a book appearing in front of his eyes. The ring seemed to be shining, holding the book vainly.

Looking back at the desk, the "San Zi Jing" that was originally spread out fell asleep, and the two pages of straw paper were as new as ever.The students around him didn't seem to be able to see the book in mid-air, and they didn't stop for a moment when they glanced at him.

This book came out of nowhere.

(End of this chapter)