The early morning alarm woke Yuanye up. Even without any control, the sleepiness retreated faster than ordinary people. Almost two breaths later, he had returned to the most perfect mental state for ordinary people.
"Did you sleep for eight hours?" Yuan Ye glanced at the incomplete clock floating in the upper left corner of the view, but could still read the numbers completely, and said to himself, "Whether it was before or after the time travel, it was a bit luxurious. How long does it take to sleep."
Yuan Ye took out the electronic display liquid from the bedside table and dropped the slightly viscous "eye drops" on his eyeballs. After a brief discomfort, the electronic display liquid spread on his eyeballs, and some incomplete personal system interfaces appeared in his sight. Becoming clear again.
Although theoretically speaking, brain-computer interfaces or implanted small electronic brains do not affect people's ability to reach carbon-based limits through breathing, and extraordinary people can use prosthetic modifications at will, as long as they do not replace more than 15% The above main body structures will suffice.
However, Yuanye did not carry out relevant transformations, so he could only use this "stupid method" to use his personal terminal based on augmented reality technology, instead of directly reading data with his brain through the network or physical connection.
As a price, you have to replenish the electronic display liquid from time to time, but it is more convenient than using a projection eye. After all, that thing is too easy to be damaged when moving. In contrast, using one purchased from the underground world has been explosion-proof. Anti-pressure treatment and military-grade personal terminals combined with electronic display fluid have become a more affordable choice.
After replenishing the electronic display fluid, Yuan Ye came to the bathroom, broke off the bone knife extending from his elbow, threw it into the wash basin, turned the faucet to the maximum, and began to wash away the blood stains on his body.
The two white bone knives are only three centimeters long, and the length and width are less than one centimeter. Calling them knives is a bit exaggerated, but darts are more appropriate.
——What did you dream about last night?
While Yuanye rinsed his body, he recalled the reason for this alienation of his body.
——Can’t remember.
It is said that dreams are always forgotten soon after waking up. Even extraordinary people are not immune to this.
However, considering that after starting to practice in the second realm, ordinary dreams are likely to turn into opportunities for death, Yuanye can't help but feel lucky that these dreams will only cause some alienation in his body.
——Maybe I exchanged bodies with someone in my dream? Anyway, I have forgotten it, so it doesn’t matter how much I guess, maybe this kind of minor incident can really happen to me.
——But who will I swap bodies with to make me grow bone knives? Kimimaro?
——Forget it, I don’t like incombustibles.
——But it seemed that it could still be ignited at that time.
Miscellaneous thoughts flashed through Yuan Ye's mind. He had been quite fond of fantasizing before time travel - or in other words, random thoughts. Perhaps it was also for this reason that he had many distracting thoughts and his body continued to experience alienation.
Not wanting to let himself continue thinking, Yuanye filled his hair with foam, then turned the faucet to cold water, using the cold touch to suppress the thoughts.
After taking a shower, Yuanye put on the clothes he had prepared long ago. This time he didn't have to worry about the choice because he was wearing a school uniform.
Turning slightly to avoid the cleaning robot holding the blood-stained sheets for cleaning, Yuanye came to the kitchen.
It's not quite accurate to say it's a kitchen. After all, in Yuan Ye's perception, this kind of island-style open kitchen is also a trendy thing. It just became popular a few years before he traveled through time. Most people's perception of kitchens is still the same. A closed space.
Maybe when Yuan Ye owns a house of his own, he will also build his own kitchen in accordance with this trend, but judging from the housing prices before he time traveled, this dream is probably difficult to realize. Every time he thinks about this, Yuan Ye will Somewhat lucky.
But then he thought about it, if there was no golden finger, even in 2077, there would still be no house, even in Tokyo in 2077. The trace of happiness in his heart disappeared. He kept using this method Remind yourself that you are a person with a golden finger. What you are doing now is not good enough and you should do better. You can't say that his achievements are all on his own and have nothing to do with the golden finger, right?
While adjusting his mentality, Gen Ye did not stop holding the kitchen knife in his hand. The cucumber was divided into beautiful equal parts under his hands, passed through the water together with the carrots and corn, and put into the lunch box.
After making the decision to return to school, Yuanye quickly got into the role and even started making things like bento. Before he traveled through time, there was no such good thing and he could only eat in the extremely unpalatable cafeteria.
After making two lunches, Yuan Ye packed them in a thermal bag and left the room.
