Chapter 1 Soul Travel

Earth, one of the football fields at Yannan University, Yannan City, China.

"Ah, my head hurts so much. What's going on?" Zhao Zhong suddenly found that the back of his head hurt, as if his head was about to split.

"Don't move, don't move, lie down first." A woman's voice rang next to Zhao Zhong. When Zhao Zhong was wondering who it was, he immediately felt the noise around him.

Zhao Zhong opened his eyes suddenly and looked around in confusion. He found that in a large area in front of him, there were some strangely dressed people chasing around a round object. There were also many strangely dressed people around, and these people were cheering and cheering.

.But he was lying on the ground, and someone was touching his head next to him.

Zhao Zhong looked at the unfamiliar environment around him and was immediately stunned.

"Where is this? Is it the Aolan Continent? Or another continent?" Zhao Zhong was puzzled. Suddenly, Zhao Zhong remembered something. "By the way, am I not dead?"

Zhao Zhong remembered that he accidentally found a thousand-year-old silver-blue grass in the Silver Pine Forest of the Aolan Continent. With this thousand-year silver-blue grass, his strength was able to rise from foundation-building cultivation to core-formation cultivation. It’s just that

What he didn't expect was that the fellow disciple who came with him actually plotted against him and took the Thousand-Year Silver Blue Grass as his own.

Unexpectedly, the senior brother he admired would actually kill himself for the Millennium Silver Blue Grass, regardless of the friendship between his fellow students.

If I had been a little wary of him at that time, maybe this wouldn't be the result.

While Zhao Zhong was angry, he struggled to stand up from the ground. As soon as he moved, the voice of the woman just now sounded again, and he was also a little dissatisfied: "I told you not to move. The back of your head is injured. Don't do it casually."

move."

"Is the back of my head injured?" Zhao Zhong was confused. He remembered that he was stabbed through the heart by a sword. How could the back of his head be injured?

Zhao Zhong immediately reached out to the back of his head, but before he could touch it, he was grabbed by a soft little hand, preventing Zhao Zhong from touching his head.

Zhao Zhong became angry and immediately threw the little hand away.

"Hey, why are you like this?" The woman whose hand was thrown away by Zhao Zhong immediately expressed her dissatisfaction.

There were several people around who said to Zhao Zhong who was struggling:

"Zhao Zhong, don't move."

"Yeah, don't move around and let the school doctor take a look at you."

"..."

When Zhao Zhong heard these people calling his name, he immediately knew that these people knew him. However, Zhao Zhong looked at the people around him who cared about him and found that he did not recognize them at all.

Zhao Zhong's head immediately became confused, and he didn't even care that the back of his head still hurt.

"What's going on? Where am I? Who are these people?"

Zhao Zhong reached out and touched the back of his head. It hurt when he touched it, but there was no bleeding. It was obvious that he had been hit by something.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhao Zhong asked. In fact, he didn't ask anyone, he just didn't know what happened to himself.

"Zhao Zhong, don't you remember? You were hit on the back of the head by a football just now, and then you fainted." A twenty-year-old man answered Zhao Zhong's question next to him.

"Football?" Zhao Zhong couldn't understand what it was.

"Yes, those bastards must have done this on purpose." Another girl next to him said angrily. "These people did this to Zhao Zhong on purpose."

"..." Zhao Zhong looked around. Zhao Zhong had never seen the clothes everyone was wearing, and Zhao Zhong didn't recognize any of the people.

"It seems like he's fine. He can just rest. But it's best to take a photo to see if he has a concussion or anything like that." The woman whose hand was thrown away by Zhao Zhong just now said suddenly. This woman

My name is Shen Bing. I was once a student in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Yannan University, and I was also a flower girl. After graduation, I worked in the school's hospital.

Shen Bing had a rest today, and then came to watch the school football game. Zhao Zhong was hit by the football and fainted, so Shen Bing immediately went to check. He just didn't expect that the patient in front of him was so rude. How could he talk about himself?

She is also his senior sister.

When the others heard Shen Bing's words, they knew that Zhao Zhong was fine, so they pulled Zhao Zhong to sit on the stone bench next to him.

Zhao Zhong was pulled by these people, and just when he was about to resist, there was a sudden bang in his head, as if countless memories came flooding back.

Zhao Zhong was pulled to sit on the stone bench in a daze.

The moment Zhao Zhong sat down on the stone bench, he immediately understood why he was here.

He was indeed killed by his fellow disciple, but for some unknown reason, his soul traveled through time to this man with the same name and surname as him.

This person with the same name had just been hit in the back of the head by a football and died, so he was resurrected by his own soul occupying this body.

There was a bang in my mind just now, and some previous memories of this person with the same name popped up, and I accepted his memories. However, the memories I received were not very complete, and many of them had been forgotten.

I actually came to a world called Earth. This is not a world of cultivation, and there are no cultivators.

By the way, I am a cultivator, so do I still have my own cultivation?

Zhao Zhong immediately checked his body and found out that all of his cultivation was gone. Zhao Zhong felt a little disappointed immediately, but soon, Zhao Zhong immediately started to move his breath according to the technique again.

Zhao Zhong practices "Atmosphere Art". As the name suggests, the means of attack and defense are all related to the air.

Zhao Zhong sat on the stone bench, ignoring the noisy environment around him, and started to make luck quietly.

After a small week, Zhao Zhong's Dantian area started to beat slightly, and Zhao Zhong knew that he could still practice. He was overjoyed, and Zhao Zhong immediately continued to practice. As long as he worked hard, he would definitely be able to return to his original cultivation level.

Now I am just an ordinary person, and I can't even reach the level of Qi refining.

Zhao Zhong wanted to continue practicing, but he heard someone calling his name next to him.

"Zhao Zhong, Zhao Zhong, are you okay?" A man wearing football uniforms, covered in sweat, stood in front of Zhao Zhong and asked Zhao Zhong.

"It's okay." Zhao Zhong knew that this person was Zhang Han, the monitor of his class. Zhao Zhong discovered that the first half of the football match was over and it was now halftime.

Zhao Zhong looked at the score, Chinese Language Ratio International Trade, 1:10...

The owner of Zhao Zhong's body, the original Zhao Zhong, is a sophomore at Yannan University, majoring in Chinese language. Recently, Yannan University held a school sports meeting, so Zhang Han, as the squad leader, organized people to participate in the competition.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with Zhao Zhong, but two team members in the class were unable to participate in the competition because they had diarrhea after eating barbecue, so Zhao Zhong, who was relatively tall and somewhat strong, was asked to participate in the competition.

It turned out that Zhao Zhong had never played football at all, so how could he dare to participate? However, under the strong request of the squad leader, he only said that Zhao Zhong would be the defender and stand there to block people, so Zhao Zhong participated.

What Zhao Zhong didn't expect was that in the first half of the game, Zhao Zhong was kicked by an opponent's player in the chaos of his own penalty area, and then the football hit the back of Zhao Zhong's head.

He fainted on the spot.

The most annoying thing was that the football bounced off the back of Zhao Zhong's head and into the goal, so Zhao Zhong lost another goal.

…

Other students who played in the competition also came over to look at Zhao Zhong with concern. Now Zhao Zhong has the memory of the original Zhao Zhong, so he can know these people.

"Can I still play in the second half?" squad leader Zhang Han asked Zhao Zhong, because there are not many people in the Chinese language department who can play football. Now that Zhao Zhong is injured and is off the field, there is one less person playing on the field than the opponent.

"Monitor, Zhao Zhong hurt his head, and you actually let him play." Xiao Chenling, the deputy monitor, immediately became dissatisfied when she heard Zhang Han's words. Other students around her couldn't bear to see Zhao Zhong play.

"But now we have one less player than the opponent. If we continue playing like this, we will lose miserably." Zhang Han looked at Xiao Chenling and said.

"Are there no boys in our class? Can't you find someone else?" Xiao Chenling immediately retorted. "And the score is like this now, so what can Zhao Zhong do if he comes on the field? Besides, he is injured. If there is a

What should I do if I get more seriously injured? Can you afford to take responsibility?"

"Uh..." Zhang Han was speechless by Xiao Chenling, so he had to look at the students who did not play in the game, trying to find someone among these students who could replace Zhao Zhong.

But it's not that simple. These people have basically never touched a football, let alone let them play. Moreover, these people saw that a strong man like Zhao Zhong was knocked unconscious by a football. Who dared to hurt his body?

Put on the football field and be tortured?

"Li Ming, you take the place of Zhao Zhong." Zhang Han looked over it and found that Li Ming was the most suitable.

"Ah, I remember, my mother called just now and asked me to buy things for her, so I left first." Li Ming said and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"I go to and from the toilet."

"Me too."

"I forgot my cell phone in the dormitory."

"..."

The dozen or so boys who did not participate in the game were all gone in a matter of seconds. Whoever is still here is a fool. It’s already 1:4 anyway. It’s just the first half. There’s still a second half. I don’t know.

It doesn't matter whether you lose or not.

In fact, some people had already taken the first step when they saw their class losing so many games.

Class monitor Zhang Han saw that only some female classmates and the boys who had played in the competition were left here, and those people just left like this. Zhang Han's face turned dark immediately.

In fact, these female classmates would have left long ago if it wasn't for Xiao Chenling, the deputy monitor.

"Does it mean you can score one point just by kicking the football into the opponent's goal?" At this time, Zhao Zhong, who was sitting on the stone bench, suddenly asked as he looked at the football field in front of him.

"..." Zhao Zhong asked this question, which stunned all the remaining classmates, because everyone thought that Zhao Zhong's question was nonsense, and they all thought, had Zhao Zhong been hit by a football and turned into a fool?

"Yes, you score one point when you score a goal. The question is whether you can score it, hahaha..." No one on the Chinese language side answered Zhao Zhong's words, but someone else did.

I saw someone coming over from the International Trade Department, the monitor of Class 1 of the International Trade Department, the captain of the international trade team, and the captain of the school football team, Zhang Huaming.

The goal that Zhao Zhong was kicked to death by a football was also kicked by him.

At this time, Zhang Huaming looked at Zhao Zhong with a mocking face, and then continued: "Do you want to go on the court to take revenge? Haha, be careful that the football will come flying again, and then you will be lying on the bed, haha, haha..."

Zhang Huaming laughed and returned to his team.
Chapter completed!