Chapter 1 You only have one year left to live
"Remaining life: 366 days, available life: 365 days."
He looked at the screen in front of him that no one else could see. It was almost transparent, but he could see the contents clearly. When he thought about turning it off, the screen disappeared. When he started to think about it, it reappeared immediately.
He tried it several times, twisted himself several times, and because he couldn't believe it, he used a lot of force, and winced in pain every time. Finally, after his thighs were probably blue, he was sure what this should mean.
Can I still live for 366 days?
But what does usable life mean? Can life also be used?
But 366 God, he felt the pain in his thigh, but he was not annoyed, but extremely excited. When he pinched himself and twitched in pain for the first time, he knew that there must have been a change that he could not imagine.
It was “two years ago” that my hands could move so freely. At that time, I donated my body while I could still move freely. After my death, I could make some contribution to the society by using it to study this incurable terminal illness. It was “more than half a year ago” that I could feel pain!
Although he was excited, he decided to put this aside for the time being and study it in depth later. Now he had to figure out where he was.
It’s definitely not in the hospital, it’s on the main road now.
But this is definitely not the city where he has worked for several years, nor is it his hometown, and it is not even in the country. He needs to analyze whether this is abroad or in another world... When he opened his eyes a few minutes ago, he was no longer on the hospital bed, but was leaning on a seat at a bus stop on the side of the road. He stood up and looked to the right, and saw the door of an apartment building.
Looking at this old apartment, memories of this building suddenly emerged in his mind.
"This is an old apartment building that is more than 20 years old. The owner of the apartment is a tough black woman. If drug dealers or hooligans dare to enter the apartment to bully students, she will dare to shoot them with a gun.
This kind of living environment is as good as it can be for international students...International students?"
Just as he asked this question, a brown-skinned girl who passed by greeted him: "Aix, what are you doing standing here like an idiot? Don't you have a men's basketball team training this afternoon?"
The other person spoke English, but he actually understood it, and the scenes of his previous interactions with the other person quickly popped up in his mind.
This is April Clark from the school's women's tennis team, a very enthusiastic Hispanic girl. She is the first girl I met since I came to the United States, and we are relatively familiar with each other. "We have known each other for three years, but we are only somewhat familiar with each other? What on earth did I do? Aix, are you calling me? It should be... My English name seems to be Aix..."
The memory flashed through his mind for a moment. It was an acquaintance. He replied, "I feel a little unwell. I'll take a day off..."
April Clarke didn't doubt what she heard and responded, "You should rest more. You've been training too hard recently. Paul has already told me about your situation. You don't have to worry. You won't be able to bear it if you train like this every day. Besides, your grades are so good that even if you can't get a basketball scholarship, your grades can still get you into a good university."
When he said this, more memories flashed through his mind. They were recent events, but he focused on the most recent things about the other party in his memory. Based on his work experience, it was always right to focus on the other party when chatting.
The school newspaper reported that this female amateur tennis player, who was one of the best in the school, was about to participate in the city competition. He paused for a moment, then said, "Well, that's it for me. How about you, April? Can you take first place in Los Angeles?"
This withdrawn guy actually took the initiative to say one more word! April Clark was very surprised. After a closer look, this guy no longer had his usual shy and timid expression. He looked particularly cheerful. He was tall and handsome, and his masculinity was immediately revealed.
"City competition? I hope to win the Los Angeles championship before I graduate from high school. This is my last time to participate in a big competition. I'm not as talented as you and Paul. I've never thought about becoming a professional athlete. If I can't get into college, I'll learn how to repair cars!" April Clark was a little excited when she said this. High school was finally coming to an end!
He showed a regretful expression and said, "April, it would be a pity if you don't continue playing tennis. I thought I would have a world-class beautiful tennis player classmate. You can try more. You can also try in college. Anyway, there is more time in college. You can take the college entrance examination... You still have two exam opportunities this year, right? Come on, if you need my help, you can come to me. I am quite good at studying."
April Clark was stunned for a moment. Why was this guy so eloquent today?
After chatting for a while, April Clarke left first because she felt uncomfortable with the cheerful and enthusiastic classmate who could be considered a good friend today...compared to the previous communication style which was considered too cheerful and too enthusiastic. It was not because she was disgusted, but simply because she was uncomfortable, because she had known him for almost three years, and he had always been the type who would not take the initiative to find topics to chat with her and would sit there for a long time without saying a word.
At first, it seemed to be because of language barriers. He knew some English when he came to the United States, but communication was difficult. Later, he became withdrawn over time. Only a few people on the basketball team had a good relationship with him, and she, as his good friend, had to take the initiative to get close to them to maintain a good relationship.
Usually she was the one who took the initiative to talk to him, but his sudden "enlightenment" did make her, who was very familiar with him, feel uncomfortable.
Here, after seeing off this old friend whom he had just met but whom he had known for almost three years in his "memory", he began to recall the memories that kept popping up when he was communicating with April Clark just now, as well as the memories that popped up because of the "stimulation" of the name "Paul" that the other party said.
"Paul Pierce? Is that the Pierce? Or just a coincidence?"
As for the memories , all the memories of the original owner of this body have come out. He was the sophomore student representative who was responsible for receiving foreign students when he first arrived in the United States. He was very enthusiastic, so he was assigned to this job. So he was one of the first people he met in the United States. Later, after finishing his freshman year, he went straight to his senior year. Others include the teacher he met that day, the airport security guard, and the owner of this apartment, a black lady...
It was after lunch and people kept coming out of the apartment. He looked at the high school students of all skin colors going out. Some of them he "knew" greeted them. Suddenly, a scene of knowing them popped up in his mind and he responded unconsciously. Almost everyone was surprised. Americans' enthusiasm instinct made them say hello when they saw acquaintances, but the original incarnation of this body was a lonely international student who usually would not respond. But he actually responded today, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He thought he might be in a good mood today.
But he felt strange, as if he was quite a loner. Why were so many people proactively greeting him...most of them were girls.
However, the memories that originally existed in this body, everything now seems so familiar, everything seems so natural.
However, he knew very well that this was not the world he originally lived in!
He has been lying in a hospital bed for the past three years. He worked for two years after graduating from college and his career had just gotten on track when he suddenly fainted one day. He was diagnosed with a serious terminal illness. The year before was fine, but in the second year, his hands and feet began to stiffen, and then he lost all feeling. Every day he could do nothing but lie down and watch TV and read. Later, he could no longer watch TV read... One day he woke up and found himself standing here.
Every time he saw a "familiar face", a memory would appear in his mind in response, constantly stimulating his brain. It should be the memory of this body, letting him know some things he should know, but when it comes to communicating, he communicates in a tone and habit that does not belong to the real owner of this memory...
Gradually, he began to feel less confident - was this really not his original world?
The original memory is very different from the memories that keep pouring in, and the brain gradually feels like it is being torn apart.
Perhaps it was because the number of "stimulations" increased, and suddenly his mind no longer occasionally popped up some memories that did not belong to him. The memories poured in like a tsunami, and the strong impact made him faint. Before he fainted, he saw a fat black guy walking out of the apartment door. When he saw him fall, he was stunned for a moment and then rushed over quickly...
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Zhang Hao seemed to have had two extremely long dreams. The two memories intertwined and overlapped together . It was hard to tell which was primary or secondary, but the difference between the two memories could be clearly distinguished. The memories merged to the end - now he should have traveled to Inglewood, a small town in Los Angeles, USA in the 1990s. His name was Zhang Hao. As for who he was originally, it didn't matter anymore, because he had come to this world and this era.
Gradually, the tearing feeling disappeared, and Zhang Hao already understood the current situation.
When the memories merged, he woke up quickly. Sure enough, it was not the hospital, but his bedroom... No! Why wasn't it in the hospital? He remembered that he was not Hun Gu Qi?
"Didn't I faint? Why am I not in the hospital? Paul is unreliable... Wait, that's not right... It's a good thing I didn't go to the hospital!"
Judging from the current situation, he has hired a family doctor. Although the fee is not cheap, a minor cold can cost him a week's living expenses.
But no matter what, it is cheaper than going to the hospital for diagnosis, and you don’t have to pay thousands of dollars for ambulance fees, thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars for various testing drugs.
As for public hospitals, forget it. You have to wait in line or you won’t get treatment at all.
Family doctors are very common in the United States, and most of them are part-time doctors in public hospitals. Although they are called part-time, family doctors are actually more attentive and patient than those working in hospitals.
Zhang Hao felt extremely relieved that he didn't have to go to the hospital. He started and sat up abruptly. The fat black man who was reading a comic book on the chair next to the bed leaned back and almost knocked the chair over.
"Aix, you finally woke up. You scared me to death. I just came out and saw you fall down. The doctor said you were fine, just under too much pressure. I said, why do you think so much? If UCLA doesn't want you, why don't you try another school? God, I don't want to go to UCLA either... Ahem, Aix, don't be too anxious. Your body will not be able to bear such daily training. There will always be a chance. Even if your body is very strong, you will not be able to bear too much pressure. Fortunately, you are fine this time. The doctor said that you were too nervous and fell into a coma, so you should pay attention..."
Looking at the fat boy in front of him, Zhang Hao felt a little uncomfortable in his eardrums. He could vaguely tell that it was Paul Pierce, the soul of the Celtics in his future memory, but why was he so fat?
Moreover, Captain Pi is actually a chatterbox? What happened to the Phoenix Bird that was supposed to be stabbed 11 times because of its arrogance and coldness? It turns out that this guy was too talkative and irritated others, so he was stabbed... That's right, this guy has always been a chatterbox!
The difference between the two memories of Pierce was immediately apparent, but it was soon sorted out. This situation would definitely happen at the beginning, but over time, one would be very skilled in distinguishing the "present" from the "future". Zhang Hao knew that the people and things in this world should be judged by the memory of international students, and the memory of the future... was something he could rely on! Unfortunately, many of the things he remembered required capital, and he had no memory of buying lottery tickets, which could make a million dollars.
Who would remember that stuff?
But if you have some money, a lot of things can be done.
Pierce didn't know what Zhang Hao was complaining about, otherwise he would definitely challenge this guy to a duel! He hated it most when people said he was fat!
What's wrong with being fat? He is also the best basketball player among California high school students!
Pierce was still talkative. Zhang Hao knew the landlady's son too well. Less than two months after he moved into the apartment, he was pestered by Pierce, who was the same age as him. Initially, the landlady saw that the child from this backward country on the other side of the ocean was too withdrawn. She was afraid that Zhang Hao would be bullied, as her own son usually bullied others, so she asked Pierce to take care of Zhang Hao.
However, the two have complementary personalities. Pierce is talkative, enthusiastic and affectionate, while Zhang Hao is introverted but longs for friendship in his heart. One likes to talk and the other is willing to listen, so they naturally became good friends.
Let’s ignore Pierce who can’t stop talking once he starts. Zhang Hao’s mind moved and a subtitle popped up in front of him... He glanced at Pierce next to him and saw that the other party didn’t see it at all. Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
When encountering such a thing, he would never think of telling others to share it. Secrets must be revealed to others and agreed to be a secret. This is called a secret, and once a secret is revealed, it will eventually be known to others.
Don't tell anyone about this!
Zhang Hao was a little touched when he thought that Pierce must have stayed all night and didn't go home... However, Zhang Hao felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw the changes in the subtitles.
"Remaining life: 365 days, available life: 364 days."
After dealing with Pierce for a while, Zhang Hao sent Pierce away on the pretext of taking a rest, and then began to sort out the current situation.
