On a bench in the city center park, Ling Yi lay half-reclined, fiddling with two bright red banknotes in his hand in the sunlight.
This is his earnings for the day, two hundred yuan.
"As a transmigrator, shouldn't I be given a cheat code?" Ling Yi put away the banknotes and gave the middle finger to the sun.
He has been in this world for almost a week.
Unlike most time travelers, he neither died in a car accident nor from alcohol poisoning.
In the original world, the moment you step out of the company gate after work, your surroundings undergo a dramatic Changes.
I somehow ended up in this time-traveling world, and even more strangely, I was transported to another world.
Fortunately, I've been transported to the Ancient Country. Although I jumped from Dragon Capital to Dafeng City, as long as I'm in the Ancient Country, at least I'm safe.
Because he didn't have an ID card, Ling Yi could only do odd jobs, earning a couple hundred yuan a day, which was enough to make a living.
The rest can be taken slowly.
Having transmigrated, Ling Yi didn't seem to care much about it.
It's just that I'm living in a different world.
In his original world, he was just a 996 office worker, an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.
He had no outstanding talents, no great ambitions, and just drifted through life, a complete slacker.
There's nothing wrong with time travel.
Moreover, his time-traveling experience felt like he wasn't wearing any clothes at all.
This world is almost identical to the original world; at least Ling Yi can't tell the difference yet.
The key point is, even the timeline is the same.
If it weren't for the fact that Dafeng City was his hometown and he was extremely familiar with Dafeng City, he would have really doubted whether this time travel was a prank.
He's just an ordinary person; it's really not worth it for him to transform the entire city for a prank.
"Where should we stay tonight?" For the past few days, Ling Yi had been staying at a small hotel next to the park.
After learning that Ling Yi had lost his ID card, the hotel owner didn't think much of it and simply used someone else's ID card to book a room for Ling Yi.
It costs 80 per day, check-in time is from 6 pm to 12 am the next day.
The hotel room was small, less than ten square meters in total, with just a bed and a table.
The room doesn't have a private bathroom; if you want to use the toilet, you have to go to the public restroom, which is very inconvenient.
But these days, 80 a day is nothing to complain about.
The key point is that they even provide breakfast, so Ling Yi felt it was alright.
Although Ling Yi lacks ambition and is a bit of a slacker, he can still endure hardship.
But yesterday, when the uncles were sweeping the streets, they came across Ling Yi's little hotel.
Fortunately, Ling Yi wasn't at the hotel at the time; he was working part-time at a hot pot restaurant. Otherwise, if his uncles had discovered that he was an undocumented person without an ID card, it would have been a real problem.
When Ling Yi returned to the small hotel around 10 p. m., it was already closed.
According to people around, this small hotel was a den of thieves and gamblers. The owner was arrested, so the hotel was naturally shut down.
Left with no other option, Ling Yi had to spend Unification night in the park.
Thankfully it's Xia Tian now, otherwise, it would be truly unbearable.
At this moment, the sun had begun to gradually set in the west, and Ling Yi happened to be hungry.
Of all things under the heavens, eating is the most important. Let's fill our stomachs first, and we can find a place to stay after we've eaten.
If all else fails, I'll just Unification the night in the park.
Ling Yi sat up, straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, and walked out of the park.
A news van had appeared at the park entrance sometime earlier.
Moreover, it was a news van belonging to the Ancient Country Television Station.
A crowd of onlookers had gathered around.
Next to the car stood three people: a photographer carrying a camera, a tall and beautiful female reporter holding a microphone, her eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for someone.
Next to the beautiful female reporter stood a muscular, strong man who looked like someone you wouldn't want to mess with.
It was precisely because of this burly man that, although there were many onlookers, no one dared to approach.
Ling Yi was starving and had no Kung Fu Hustle to join the crowd, so he tried to leave by avoiding the throng.
Just then, the beautiful reporter's eyes lit up, and she shouted to the people around her, "That's him! Quick, stop him!"
At this moment, Ling Yi still didn't pay much attention, assuming that the beautiful reporter was calling someone else.
However, I must say, the beautiful reporter's legs are really long! Goodness, with those long legs and high heels, she stomped over in a flash and arrived in front of Ling Yi.
Huh? No, they're here to see me?
"Hello Mr. Ling Yi, we are reporters from the special channel of Ancient Country Television Station. Congratulations on becoming a special guest on our channel."
"What are your thoughts on being a special guest?"
Ling Yi was a little confused and asked hesitantly, "You can talk about what you're thinking later. How did you know about me?"
Your information is in the database!
Ling Yi pushed aside the microphone that was practically poking his nose, took a few steps back, and asked, "I'll ask you one more time, are you sure you're looking for me?"
"Mr. Ling Yi, how could we joke about something like this? Is this your photo?"
The beautiful reporter took out her phone, quickly opened her photo album, and showed it to Ling Yi.
Ling Yi leaned closer to take a look, and his pupils immediately contracted. It was indeed his photo, along with some of his information.
[ Ling Yi, 22 years old, surname Bie, male, orphan, from Red Maple Village, Dafeng City, grew up relying on the kindness of others. Because he lived in the countryside since childhood and his identity information has always been unclear, he has never obtained an ID card.]
The photo above shows him, the name matches, and the age and gender are also correct, but the information following the photo is not his.
He wasn't an orphan. In his original world, although his parents died young, they had only passed away three years ago due to an accidental disaster.
He was already 19 years old at that time, and there was absolutely no connection between him and an orphan.
No, the information that follows seems to be more like supplementary information about my current state after time travel.
It felt as if someone knew his true situation and deliberately fabricated it for him.
There's a problem here.
"Mr. Ling Yi, please get in our car. Due to your special circumstances, you are unable to purchase a plane ticket, so we can only drive to Dragon Capital."
Ling Yi took a few steps back again, his face full of vigilance, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, nor do I know anything about any special guests."
The female reporter frowned and said, "Mr. Ling Yi, you don't mean to think about going back, do you?"
"Don't forget, you signed an agreement. If you go back, you'll have to pay a penalty of 500,000 yuan!"
Ling Yi glanced at the female reporter, then at the burly man next to her, whose entire body was covered in muscle.
After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Okay, but can I ask you a question first? How did you find me?"
"It seems like every special guest has a GPS tracker attached to them, look!" the female reporter said, opening an app on her phone.
Above is a Map of Dafeng City at approximately a 1:200 scale, with a red dot flashing intermittently.
Ling Yi tried moving a few steps, and sure enough, the red dot above began to Changes as well.
"Holy crap, what the hell is going on?" Ling Yi was utterly shocked.
Isn't he a time traveler? Nobody in this world should know about him.
Why does this beautiful reporter not only have her own photos and know who she is, but also have a GPS tracker installed on her?
When was the locator installed on me?
"Mr. Ling Yi, what do you mean by that? Wasn't it installed by all 12 special guests seven days ago?"
Seven days ago?
Isn't that the time I traveled through? What's going on?
"I..."
" Sister Hong, there's no need to continue the interview with Mr. Ling Yi," the burly man next to the beautiful reporter suddenly said.
"Oh, okay!" The female reporter seemed to have thought of something and immediately put away the microphone.
At the same time, the photographer who was carrying the camera turned it off and casually held it in his hand.
"Mr. Ling Yi, don't forget the confidentiality agreement. The program officially starts tomorrow. Before the program officially begins, do not easily disclose any information about the program."
The burly man gave what appeared to be a warning.
Damn, there's a confidentiality agreement? Impossible, absolutely impossible.
He was very confident in his memory. He was a time traveler, and this world was not his original world. After he traveled here, he had never been exposed to any programs.
It was even more impossible that any confidentiality agreement had been signed, but seeing the burly man's warning gaze, Ling Yi swallowed back the words he was about to say.
With my small arms and legs, I'm afraid I can't beat them.
Not only can he not beat him, he probably can't outrun him either.
Ling Yi has had a heart condition since childhood and cannot engage in strenuous exercise at all; otherwise, he will either fall into a coma or die instantly.
When he was in school, he was manipulated into participating in a school sports meet, specifically the 100-meter sprint. He collapsed after running 20 meters and was rushed to the hospital for three days of emergency treatment.
However, it seems that even though I've done a lot of heavy work since I transmigrated to this world, I haven't had any heart attacks.
A few minutes later, Ling Yi got into the car with the female reporter, and the car started and drove out of Dafeng City.
Ling Yi was sitting in the passenger seat, with the burly man and the photographer behind him.
The female reporter was the one driving.
"Beautiful lady, could you tell me your name?" Ling Yi tried to extract information.
"You don't recognize me?" the female reporter asked, somewhat surprised.
Are you famous? Maybe!
Ling Yi has only been in this world for seven days, and he has been busy with the issue of food. He has no time to study anything else.
" Sister Ranran is the most famous beautiful reporter in our Ancient Country, with over ten million fans!"
The photographer behind me reminded me.
"Whether I become famous or not is none of my business," Ling Yi thought to himself.
At first, he thought it was a kidnapping, but judging from the situation, it didn't seem like it.
If it were a kidnapping, he wouldn't be sitting in the passenger seat right now.
Moreover, judging from the posture of the female reporter and photographer, they seemed to have really intended to interview him.
"Could you tell me about the show?"