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The country slapped me in the face and abused the scum (1)

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    Lejing's first day in the new world began with loud curses coming from outside.

    "Sister, what did you mean by what you said to the neighbors yesterday? Who are you scolding? Whose son is a psychopath? Your son is gay!"

    "What did I say about me? I just relayed the words of an expert in the newspaper yesterday. The expert said that introverted boys are prone to homosexual tendencies. That's what the expert said, not me."

    "Are you relying on your own intelligence to treat me as a fool? How do you say that word It's just pointing at Sang and scolding Huai! Is there anyone like you who is a sister?" At this point, the woman's voice also choked up: "Aren't you just looking at us?  Are orphans and widows easy to bully?"

    Then the eldest sister, Xie Yan, also started to cry, talking about old sesame seeds and rotten millet while crying. From the time she was five years old, she gave the white mask to her younger sister to eat, and when she was fifteen years old, she dropped out of school and went to work to support the family.  My younger sister and her family have dedicated their whole lives, but my younger sister is ignorant and hurts her heart.

    Xie Yan cried aggrievedly, but her complaints were clear and fluent. In the end, the woman on the opposite side also forgot the anger just now, and cried with her sister.

    Hearing the low sobs coming from outside the house, Le Jing rubbed his temples, feeling a little annoyed.

    The two people outside the door are the original owner's mother and aunt, and the characters of the two are the inferior and sensitive Baozi bitter woman and the white lotus gossip who loves to tell tales and is cruel and merciless.

    The two sisters would quarrel and reconcile almost every day. After accepting the memory of the original owner, Le Jing had become accustomed to it, and felt extremely bored.

    That's right, Lejing traveled through time again.

    What does it feel like to die?

    For Le Jing, it was like a black dream, the dream was very long, and in it there was nothing but the cold silence.

    Then, after an unknown amount of time, the dream was suddenly shattered from the outside. Le Jing opened his eyes and started a new life.

    This time his name is Chang Jingchen, yes, there is another word Jing in his name this time.

    Le Jing felt that there seemed to be a big hand in the dark, pushing him to an unknown destiny.

    [Hello host, it has been detected that you have a gift package for newcomers, do you want to receive it?  ] A voice resembling a male siri suddenly sounded in his mind.

    Le Jing rubbed his temples, only to feel his head hurt even more.

    Different from the simple and unpretentious soul wear last time, this time his soul wear has many more messy settings, and this so-called live broadcast system is one of them.

    Le Jing just woke up last night, not only accepted the memory of the original owner, but also passively accepted the huge flow of information from the system, such a huge shock made him pass out as soon as he woke up.

    When he woke up again, it was already a few hours later.

    It took him a few minutes to figure out the background setting and character setting this time.

    First of all, the era in which he is now is 1989.

    The behemoth of the Soviet Union has not yet disintegrated, and the vigorous crackdown in China has just ended a few years ago. State-owned enterprises are about to start a massive wave of layoffs. The future behemoth of the Internet is still brewing in the tide of the times.

    Here is 1989, the reform is accompanied by the throes of the times, and the tide of the times is full of confusion.  Opportunities and dangers go hand in hand, some people go into business and make tens of billions of fortunes, and some people die young in poverty after being laid off.

    Then, the original owner, Chang Jingchen, was an ordinary high school student: neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, his face was forgettable at first sight, his grades were average, his personality was submissive and timid, and he had no personality charm.  To sum up, Chang Jingchen is a passer-by who exists in every class.

    The only shining point in his whole body is his name.  People who don't know the truth sound like the hero of the novel.

    In fact, the truth is that his grandfather was listening to "The Peony Pavilion" on the radio when he was named.  I picked two nice words from the play and named my grandson Chang Jingchen

    If Mr. Chang had chosen another word, Chang Jingchen might not be called Chang Jingchen, but he might be called Chang Lejing.

    Then passer-by Chang Jingchen didn't know what kind of "shit luck" he had, and was attracted by a live broadcast system that was said to come from the future.

    The full name of this live broadcast system is the face-smacking and scumbag live broadcast system. It is a high-tech product designed by future technology companies to enrich the entertainment life of future people who have nothing to do.

    The purpose of this system is to travel to various small worlds, bind the cannon fodder, and help the cannon fodder to counterattack the scum and face.  andTo be honest, during their marriage, the original owner's father didn't do anything wrong to her, and the divorce between the two was purely due to personality differences.  But after Chang's father remarried, he slowly became a scumbag.

    He quickly stopped Xie Chun's words: "Mom, I'm going to wash up."

    "Okay, okay, go!" Xie Chun said repeatedly: "I'll make you breakfast."

    After eating, Le Jing went to school by bike.  Their home is not far from the school, and it takes only ten minutes to ride a bicycle.

    When I arrived at the class, there were already more than a dozen students sitting sparsely in the class, and they were all reciting.  Le Jing looked at the watch in the class and found that it was only 6:20.

    This is also very normal.

    After all, in 1989, university enrollment had not yet expanded, and now those who can be admitted to university are one-in-a-hundred elites, so high school students at this time are very hardworking.

    Le Jing thought for a while, and found that the original owner was actually talented.  Because he didn't study very hard, not only could he be admitted to high school, but his grades could still be kept in the middle of the class, which proved that he was quite smart.

    He sat down in his seat according to memory.

    The deskmate is a round-faced boy named Wen Wenzhong, whose mother is the Chinese teacher in their class.

    Wen Wenzhong was obviously a little surprised when he saw him, "You came so early today."

    "I want to come to school early to study."

    Wen Wenzhong nodded and didn't say much. He just reminded: "Today's Chinese class, my mother will randomly check the recitation of the text learned yesterday. You should review it quickly. The first class today is Chinese class."

    Text recitation?

    Le Jing just passed through last night, and received too much memory and information as soon as he came, and for a while, he really couldn't remember the content of the text he learned yesterday.

    "Excuse me, which text did we study yesterday?"

    Wen Wenzhong stared at him in disbelief, "Isn't it you, what were you thinking about in class yesterday?"

    Le Jing's face remained unchanged: "Maybe he's deserted."

    Wen Wenzhong shook his head and sighed, looked at Le Jing as if he was looking at a dead person, "You are dead, my mother will not let you go. You will be punished for copying the text this time" He slapped:  "At least this number."

    Le Jing touched his nose, "I'll make a surprise attack now."

    Wen Wenzhong took Le Jing's language book and flipped through it, then pointed to a page, "No, this is the text, hurry up."

    Le Jing looked in the direction of Wen Wenzhong's finger, and what came into view was a very familiar line of characters - "The Last Person Who Doesn't Take Drugs".

    Le Jing:  Isn't he wearing a book?  ?  ?

    [I just went to inquire with other systems. You are very popular in the live broadcast industry in this era, because it is very suitable for telling short stories about parents. Some viewers who like farming texts like this.  ¡¿The system's enthusiastic voice sounded from his mind: ¡¾Host, host, why don't you just open the live broadcast room and recite the text for the audience live, maybe it will suit their appetite!  ¡¿

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    When I wrote the copywriting before, I said that there was no system, but suddenly I had the inspiration of a live broadcast, so the protagonist of this world will have a live broadcast system, and he and the system will be in the same period, and the next world will not meet.

    Of course it doesn't rule out that I want to write a live broadcast later, so I pulled the system out to play _(:3¡¹¡Ï)_

    And those who said that Le Jing played himself in a film and television drama, you may be disappointed. In this copy, Le Jing is a scientist.  Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

    Thanks to the little angel who cast [Grenade]: An Muxi and ad calcium are both delicious; 1 piece;

    Thanks to the little angel who cast [mine]: Mirror, 24297848, I am Xiao Dongdong.  , Shuji's fan, Unheard Xueming, Mu Yunbing 1;

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