down town.
Area F32.
The huge display screen directly above the central square kept flashing due to insufficient power, and the number on it was stuck at 23:59.
The square was full of people, everyone looked up at the display screen, waiting for the next time to jump.
Ning Fan stood in the crowd, looking calm on the surface.
But the tightly clenched fist betrayed the nervousness in his heart.
Every year on January 1st, the upper city will select one of the best people in the area from all the districts in the lower city to enter the upper city.
This is the highest honor for every Xiacheng person, and it is also the only opportunity to change one's fate against the odds.
According to legend, the upper city has warm sunshine, clear rivers, and fresh air.
Even the dogs in the city have clean and healthy food.
Many people don't believe this.
How could a dog in the upper city live a better life than the people in the lower city?
Finally, the display jumped.
A name appeared on it.
【Sun Wenhui】
Ning Fan's fists unclenched and his eyes dimmed a bit.
The scene suddenly changed from quiet to noisy.
"Fuck! Who is this Sun Wenhui? Why is he doing this?"
Next to him, a fat man about the same age as Ning Fan looked dissatisfied and pulled him: "Dafan, why isn't it you?"
why it's not me?
hehe.
I also want to know.
Ning Fan's eyes were still staring at the screen.
In the selection exam a month ago, Ning Fan received perfect scores in all nine tests.
This also means that it is impossible for anyone to have better results than him.
At that moment, even Ning Fan himself believed that there would be no one else but him who could be selected to go to the city this year.
But the dazzling name on the display screen continued to flash as if mocking his overestimation.
"Dafan, I heard about it."
At this time, a man with small glasses squeezed from the crowd to Ning Fan, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with dissatisfaction: "I heard that this Sun Wenhui seems to have the blood of one-thirty-second Shangcheng people."
Ning Fan's expression did not change when he saw Sun Wenhui's name appearing.
But I heard Xiao Jingyan say that he was not selected for this reason...
Ning Fan smiled.
A little helpless, but also a little relieved.
"Dafan, are you okay?"
The little fat man thought Ning Fan was stimulated.
"It's okay."
Ning Fan shrugged his shoulders: "After all, we are not related by blood to the people in the city, so we can't compete with them, so there is no injustice."
"Are those guys in the upper city out of their minds? They didn't choose you, a top student in nine all-rounders, but you chose a one-thirty-second guy?"
Little Glasses also complained for Ning Fan.
They know how hard Ning Fan has worked since he was a child.
But all the efforts were lost to the so-called one-thirty-second Shangcheng bloodline.
If it were them, they would have scolded me a long time ago.
"It's okay, Dafan. If it doesn't work this year, let's do it next year. Anyway, we are only eighteen, so we have plenty of time."
The little fat man consoled him: "I don't believe it. A mixed-race bastard will come out next year to compete with you! Your strength is shown here!"
"No."
Ning Fan smiled and said, "I don't plan to take the exam next year."
The little fat man and the little glasses were both startled.
"My mother can't wait a year."
Ning Fan was thoughtful and murmured: "I want to be a traveler."
…
On the way home, Ning Fan's smile had disappeared.
The results of the Shangcheng selection were discussed on the streets.
The name Sun Wenhui is the biggest topic in Area F32 today.
These sounds made him feel extremely harsh.
After returning home, Ning Fan came to the bedside.
The mother is still unconscious.
In the lower city, even breathing is fatal.
The air in the lower city contains a harmful substance called miasma.
After absorbing the miasma poison for a long time, the human body is like an unstable time bomb that may collapse one day.
The mother's body has collapsed.
The reason why Ning Fan participated in Shangcheng's selection was because once he was selected by Shangcheng, he would receive special medicines distributed free of charge by Shangcheng.
A special medicine for treating miasma.
"Mom, I'm sorry."
Ning Fan took his mother's dry hand and said, "I didn't choose."
"Mom, people in the upper city seem to prefer people who have the same bloodline as them, even if it's only one-thirty-second."
"Actually, I'm quite unwilling. In the entire F32 area, I'm the only one who passed the nine assessments with perfect scores, but I was still eliminated."
"I'm going to be a traveler. This is the only way I can make money to buy you special medicine."
"I know that being a traveler means going to the wild. It's... very dangerous."
"To be honest, I'm quite scared. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back. If I really die outside, what will you do..."
"However, since there is still hope for your recovery, even if it is a gamble, I will give it a try."
"Mom, I also want... to let you touch my head and praise me as a sensible child."
Ning Fan's eyes were red and he talked a lot to his mother until a ray of light shone in from the window.
Finally, he rubbed his eyes, stood up, and took the only gift his mother had given him when he was a child.
It was a broken sword that looked like a fire stick. It was completely black and smelled of cheapness.
"Mom, I'm leaving."
Although he knew that his mother would not respond, Ning Fan still said goodbye softly: "Wait until I come back."
But just as he was about to go out, he suddenly noticed that a corner of a piece of paper was exposed under the edge of his mother's bed.
Ning Fan walked over curiously.
Could it be...
Is it a letter that my mother wrote to herself when she was awake?
After pulling out the paper, he was slightly startled by the title on it.
"Pedigree Test Report"
Ning Fan was confused. He couldn't remember when he had tested his bloodline.
But it does have his name written on it.
Detection target: Ning Fan.
Test result: non-Shangcheng ancestry.
Seeing this, Ning Fan smiled bitterly.
Of course he knows that he does not have Shangcheng blood, otherwise...
How could he be eliminated by Shangcheng?
But just when he wanted to put the piece of paper away, he discovered that there was a handwritten note on the back: It does not belong to the Lower City bloodline.
Behind this paragraph is a big question mark drawn with a red pen.
Ning Fan stared at the question mark in shock.
He was not surprised that he was not from Shangcheng.
But it’s not from the Lower City bloodline either…
Then I...
What is it?
