Chapter 3 Ke Xue's World
By fate, the body that Ji Xing invaded by the Seven Star Bead Gang can also be called Ji Xing.
It's just that the surname is Ji Xing.
Full name is Ji Xing Qixin, 16 years old, a first-year student of Tomei High School in Tokyo.
"Japanese high school students..."
Ji Xing Qixin's parents divorced when he was young, and they each reorganized their families. Five years ago, his mother and stepfather gave birth to a younger brother. The mature boy felt that he had no home. I couldn't vent the depression that was accumulating in my heart, so just now...
Quietly ended his own life?
Ji Xing was taken aback, and quickly walked to the side cabinet, tore up the suicide note under the water glass, soaked it in the water glass, and shook it.
The content of the suicide note is not much, mainly to explain that his death has nothing to do with the karate gym, but Ji Xing naturally cannot let this thing be seen by others.
The sleeping pills he took should have been taken care of by the Seven Star Beads. Ji Xing didn't feel any discomfort and continued to search for his memory.
"I haven't been abused..."
What his mother can call negligence is probably only that she didn't notice the teenager's sensitive and fragile psychology, and that she paid more attention to her younger brother. The biological father's side is not common, but the child support is also very adequate.
The Dashan Karate Gym is one of the most numerous gyms in Tokyo, and the room Ji Xing is in right now is an independent strength training room.
If you want to have the right to use, you have to pay more.
The five-year-old bear brother looks a bit annoying, but we should also consider whether the memory has been filtered.
Ji Xing shook his head, put his family situation aside, and focused on the immediate environment.
The Seven Star Orb has a protective effect, and will not make him confused by receiving memories, even if Ji Xing at this time already has four memories of Ji Xing before crossing, human Ji Xing after crossing, demon after crossing, and Ji Xing Qixin of One Star World, Not crazy either.
But it also takes time to digest and organize.
The previous experience told Ji Xing that this process would take about three days, and the more familiar he was with the environment, the faster it would be.
Ji Xing's first task is to figure out what kind of world this is. He adjusted his emotions and walked out of this independent strength training room.
As soon as the door was opened, loud voices of 'Hey', 'Hoo', and 'Ha' echoed in my ears, mixed with the sound of shaking my sleeves with fists and legs.
Looking forward, Ji Xing saw that the huge venue was divided into two parts. On one side, forty or fifty people were forming a queue, practicing karate routine moves under the command of the karate teacher Da Shanyan. The movements were neat and powerful. There are boys and girls who are over 30 years old, and there are also young and middle-aged adults who look like they are in their thirties.
On the other side of the field, there are several children whose oldest is five years old, learning basic stance and etiquette from another female teacher. The youngest girl looks to be only two or three years old, and she is chubby when she bows to the coach But his face was full of seriousness, and as a result, his waist was bent too deep, his feet were unsteady, his head almost fell to the ground, and he imitated the other side's hey, baby voice.
Ji Xing smiled, this feels really good.
The usual things before the time travel, but I saw it after a month, but it was full of fireworks, as if I had returned to the peaceful daily life all of a sudden.
This little girl is so cute, the brain flower must be delicious... Fuck!
Hell, this body is a pure human being. The instinct of a demon seems to have been engraved into the depths of my thinking.
He turned into the toilet with the water cup, flushed the suicide note away, rinsed the water cup, and went to the water room to collect water.
When receiving water, Ji Xing found that the style of the water dispenser was very retro, and the time automatically appeared in his mind: August 1, 1992.
Well, it's a little early.
When he passed by an independent practice room, he remembered that it belonged to a girl in the third grade of junior high school. The girl's name was Hetian Yangnai, she had a single ponytail, she was very delicate and cute, but sometimes she was very fierce. During the training, he, a senior who has been practicing for two and a half years, was humiliated. When he passed by another independent practice room, he heard the sound of heavy beating inside, and remembered that the person inside was the signature and assistant teacher of Dashan Karate Gym—Satoshi Maeda, who once won the national karate champion.
National champion?
"Why does this name sound familiar?"
Ji Xing stopped, searching for the information of Maeda Satoshi, his expression gradually becoming confused.
This memory... is a bit wrong.
He hesitated for a moment, and gently knocked on the door of the practice room.
The movement was very light, so that Maeda Satoshi inside could not hear, Ji Xing took the initiative to push open a crack in the door.
Looking in through the crack of the door, Ji Xing's eyes gradually became rigid, and his confusion increased.
In the middle of the independent practice room, a dark-skinned young man was hitting three sandbags.
The three sandbags were hung on the roof in a zigzag shape. They were huge, nearly two meters high and half a meter in diameter, but they swayed and swayed with the opponent's blows, so large that they were almost parallel to the ground!
Ignore for now how much force is needed to hit the sandbag to such a height. The kinetic energy and potential energy of the sandbag reverberating from the highest point must be very exaggerated. Go back, and the three alternate and methodical!
The bulging muscles, the powerful impact, and the faintly trembling ground made Ji Xing really confused——the memory is real?
Those three sandbags are not cotton, or even ordinary sand, and they all weigh 100KG? !
Not to mention hitting the swinging sandbag, Ji Xing would have to be knocked unconscious even if he hit the swinging sandbag. Even if he transformed into a monster, he might not be able to beat this guy!
What the hell is karate?
Modern civilized society?
Dark energy? Internal force? Unknown energy?
This unscientific!
"...Science?" Thinking of this, Ji Xing read important memories.
'Detective novelist Yusaku Kudo...Shinichi Kudo, a boy detective in the third grade of junior high school who is gradually emerging...Drum washing machine? '
Detective Conan?
Is this Ke Xue's world? !
It's in the river, it's in the river.
Ji Xing's heart surged, he turned out to be Detective Conan, the eternal death pupil, this is...
"That's great!"
Conan is not a simple modern civilization!
There are many unscientific black technologies in the world of Ke Xue, especially a bug-level black technology, APTX4869!
Just after taking it, the 17-year-old high school detective Kudo Shinichi turned into 7-year-old Conan. In a sense, this is an incomplete "elixir of youth" that can rejuvenate people!
The elixir is available, which shows that the world of Ke Xue has an extremely in-depth research on biological science. If he masters this knowledge, Ji Xing has a chance to solve the trouble caused by the demon instinct.
Even... a new life?
At this time, the muffled sound was interrupted, and Maeda Cong, who had discovered Ji Xing, stopped the three sandbags, and looked over with his movements lightly.
"Ji Xing? Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked.
"Ah no, it's okay. Excuse me, Maeda-senpai." Ji Xing replied in slightly stumbling Japanese.
He withdrew, returned to his own independent practice room, closed the door, and paced for a long time.
"Gizmos that make money..."
"APTX4869..."
"Biological knowledge..."
"The manufacture and use of firearms? Karate?"
Suddenly, Ji Xing had many goals and many ideas.
Take a deep breath to calm the mind.
The most important thing for him here is APTX4869, which is the research result of the Black Organization on life sciences.
If you want to get these things, there are nothing more than two ways, follow Conan and wait for the opportunity, or find a way to enter the black organization as an undercover agent.
And no matter what, it's not what he, an ordinary freshman in high school, can do now!
"Sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood. There should be no major problems with the main body in a short period of time. It can restrain desire. The time ratio of 365 to 1 is enough."
Ji Xing thought for a while, and put on a posture.
Punch, punch!
Alternate hands, feeling tired after a hundred strokes.
But Ji Xing didn't stop.
Karate in the scientific world is not scientific.
Mao Lilan broke the telephone pole with a punch, Kyogoku kicked the wall with ease, dodged the bullet physically, received the BB bullet in his hand, and turned into a Humanoid Gundam.
He has no reason!
Sure enough, there seemed to be infinite power lurking in this body, Ji Xing gritted his teeth and persisted, and he punched a thousand punches at once, but he was still able to hold on.
He couldn't reach it with his tongue, so he wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel, took a short rest, and practiced another karate routine move - punching the knee.
The restless heart since time travel was soothed by the tireless exercise.
"Huh... I'm saved."
"Get better!"
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