"Hello, I'm Xiaomei, I can call me Meimei." A sweet voice that felt very familiar and strange continued to come like a natural sound.

"Who are you and where are you?" Feng Quan walked around the place for many times, looked around with great vigilance, and found nothing.

"Haha, stop looking for it, you can't find mine. Hehehe. I'm in your backpack." A sweet voice continued to hit Feng Quan's ears.

"My backpack has been destroyed by lightning and has become strips of rags. Where can I get a backpack?"

"Haha, of course you can't see your backpack, but you can try touching your back and see if it's there."

"Hmph! No matter whether you are a human or a ghost, just touch it, I don't believe you can take out your backpack." Feng Quan habitually put his hands on his shoulders, as if he was hit by lightning again or was touched by the legendary martial arts master, and he remained motionless. Since he woke up from the lightning this morning and has been confused now, even the most powerful person is really tired if he racks his brains to consider things.

Feng Quan had this experience for the first time when he graduated from college. Because he graduated for a year late, the school no longer assigned jobs like before. He applied for several jobs, but he did not succeed. Because he studied in a normal school, the Education Bureau of his hometown was able to assign jobs, but unfortunately he was a temporary teacher. According to his father, who had been a private teacher for a lifetime and had only become a public official teacher in his 50s, he said that the salary of substitute teachers can be 150, and the salary is 80. The salary is still offered by the school. Some schools also claim that one of the other schools refuses to accept college students, and they do not charge them.

The status of substitute teachers is still very low, and the hope of becoming a regular teacher is slim, almost rare. But my father still firmly asked Feng Quan to go to that remote school to teach. The reason is natural. Feng Quan is a standard nerd except for being better in health, he is a standard nerd. He doesn't know anything and can't do anything else. Those days were the darkest period in Feng Quan's life. He decided to resolutely not be a substitute teacher. The status of substitute teachers is not as good as that of the previous private teachers. Private teachers still have hope of becoming a regular teacher. He is too luxurious for a substitute teacher. He is thinking about what he will do in the future and what he is engaged in every day.

I am really tired. I feel tired even when I lie in bed, let alone walk. My black hair, who I used to be proud, turned a little white. Finally, I had to take it out and go back to university, rent a house near the university, and hire a job casually. I was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination while working, and returned to school again. In fact, it was summer vacation at that time, Feng Quan printed some advertisements, but he didn't expect to find several tutors. He could get his salary every few days. Every time he couldn't control himself, grinning. Is it too easy to make money? I could only see the kebabs of mutton that I had eaten almost every day, but I didn't expect to have one

During a while, a few large bags grew in my mouth, and I couldn't stand the stimulation of seasonings. I felt that life was good, and I had eaten and shopped, and became the standard moonlight clan. Unexpectedly, after the summer vacation, parents all responded that they would study again next summer vacation and said that they hoped that Teacher Feng would teach their students next year. Feng Quan's heart slowly became cold. It seemed that if you want to succeed in this industry, you could only rent a house and let the students study at their own homes. The scale was larger, and you could make money. Your living standards were declining day by day. In the end, you could only rely on steamed buns and pickles to satisfy your hunger. You couldn't bear to eat pickles, and you had to report your safety to your family.

He said he wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but Feng Quan had a keen premonition that it would no longer be popular for graduate students to find a job for a few years. It was not easy to do tutoring. What should I do? During the day and night, Feng Quan kept thinking about it. After selling the textbooks as scrap, he immediately spent all his money. He accidentally heard from his neighbors that he worked in a restaurant to eat. Feng Quan had to find a barbecue restaurant as a handyman. It is said that the King of Hell is easy to talk to, but the little ghost is difficult to deal with. The boss is very good, but the relatives of the barbecue kebab have a bad temper. In the face of hunger, Feng Quan endured it and learned to take the full set of mutton kebab skills. He quit his job before the summer vacation of the next year and prepared to run a tutoring class again. After almost spending all the savings saved from his work for half a year, he failed again.

The world is so big, isn't there anything I like Feng Quan? Feng Quan chose to ride a bicycle to relax in Shanghai. After another penniless, he devoted himself to a larger hotel. With experience in the hotel, Feng Quan chose to work as a dishwasher with a low salary but hardly dealing with customers and chefs.

After several failed experiences in organizing tutoring classes, and the second time I was relaxing outside, I had to work in a quarry on a deserted mountain for 3 months. Feng Quan changed. He was no longer like a college student who had just left school. He was very thin and dark. After falling for several years, he developed a big heart, and almost reached the point where the sky was not shocked.

But now Feng Quan was rarely shocked and really touched a backpack, but it felt very light when he bought it, as if there was nothing inside.

"Congratulations to the master, congratulations on officially accepting our mission. You can open your backpack and see what the system gives you."

Feng Quan took off his backpack. The backpack was dark green, which looked very similar to Feng Quan's original backpack. When he opened it, he saw that he saw a box cannon. The box cannon was also called a mausolean gun. Its official name is Mauser military pistol. The gun length (8 mm, 7.63 mm in diameter, and weighed 1.24 kg.

The bullet supply is 425 meters per second, the firing method is single and continuous shots, the firing speed is 900 rounds per minute, and the effective range is 50-150 meters. The pistol has the advantages of great power, reliable movement, and convenient point shooting. Of course, it also has disadvantages. The muzzle is easy to jump up when shooting continuously. But the smart Chinese find a way to overcome this disadvantage. The gunman holds the muzzle gun in his right hand, pulls the gun to the rapid firing gear, raises the gun upward, stretches it to the left front, and pulls the trigger. The upward jumping effect of the muzzle gun causes the muzzle gun to shoot from the left front of the gunman to the right front; when holding the gun in his left hand, shoots from the right front to the left front; when holding the gun in his left hand, it is completely opposite - this is really a magical stroke that turns stones into gold and turns decay into magic! The box cannon is filled with bullets, and there are two magazines lying on the box cannon.

Feng Quan left the box cannon, and saw two small yellow croakers next to him, dozens of Yuan Datou. He became rich, Feng Quan grinned, but immediately heard the protest in his stomach. He hadn't eaten since the morning. "No, I have to ask clearly what's going on, why are there still tasks?"

"Didn't you just say you were in my backpack? Why didn't I find it? Did you give it to me? You won't give it to me for no reason. Who are you, what do you want me to do?" Speaking of this, Feng Quan pushed the backpack to the side. When he just graduated, Feng Quan had suffered some pie from falling from the sky and was fooled by someone for several months.

"Let me explain it to you. Some professors and students from the National University of Defense Technology were moved by the Japanese army's massacre of China during the War of Resistance. With the acquiescence of superiors, they secretly designed this system and a time-space converter. I hope that volunteers can enter the World War II era with the space-time converter, and defeat Japan with the help of the system to defeat the national humiliation.

The design is about to be successful, and we are also actively looking for volunteers. Last night, the lightning hit the machine at one end and the other end hit you. You are lucky to be volunteered. Haha."

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