Alex Diaz was sitting in the car, clutching the steering wheel with both hands, in shock.

It was originally a peaceful morning. He was drinking coffee while driving, preparing to go to the small restaurant he opened to kick off the day's work.

This ordinary day looks no different than before.

But while driving, Diaz accidentally spilled scalding coffee on his lap.

This middle-aged man in his 40s immediately picked up the paper and began to wipe the hot liquid on his pants like a reflex. He was distracted for a moment.

Then, it all happened.

"Bang!"

When Diaz heard the noise, braked suddenly and raised his head again, a man had fallen on the zebra crossing in front of his car.

Seeing the man fall to the ground unresponsive, the old Diaz was extremely frightened.

He knew that from this moment on, his ordinary day had gone far away from him.

He has caused trouble, he has caused big trouble!

After coming to his senses, Diaz hurriedly got out of the car and prepared to step forward to check on the man who fell to the ground.

Diaz has been honest throughout his life and has never done anything outrageous. In the eyes of his neighbors, he is also a good and responsible husband and father.

Hit and run? That's not something he can do.

Besides, in this small town with a small population, in this era of surveillance everywhere, it is simply impossible to escape responsibility.

"Sir, how are you?" Diaz shouted loudly as he cautiously approached the man on the ground.

But after shouting, the man who fell to the ground still didn't respond. And judging from the amount of bleeding on his head, the situation was not optimistic.

Just when Diaz was about to continue approaching, the unresponsive man on the ground with his face covered in blood suddenly sat up.

"Oh, Falk!"

Diaz yelled and took a step back. He was really startled. At this time, he felt as if his pants were soaked by a warm liquid again.

It was only now that Diaz could clearly see the appearance of the man who fell to the ground, or to be precise, the boy.

Although he was very tall, the face of the guy who fell on the ground was very young, and he looked like he was only about twenty years old.

The most unusual thing was that the boy he knocked down had an Asian face.

Before Diaz could calm down, the boy who suddenly sat up began to curse.

The boy seemed very angry, but Diaz couldn't understand a word he said because the curse he was yelling was not in English, but in some language that Diaz was not familiar with.

"Fuck, don't you know you have to give way to pedestrians!? Didn't you see it was a red light? Why did you suddenly accelerate when you reached the zebra crossing..."

Halfway through the scolding, the boy suddenly froze again for some reason, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

He looked around in astonishment, the expression on his face gradually changing from anger to surprise.

The boy remembered that he had indeed been hit by a car, but the incident did not occur in this completely unfamiliar place.

"What the hell is going on?" The boy muttered to himself.

His name is Wayne, an ordinary person who just graduated from college. He lives a 996 life every day from the company to the rental house. He doesn't even have time to set up a street vendor.

Wayne's life is very ordinary. He is not rich, has no girlfriend, and does not have a wealthy father, but he can at least survive.

One day while crossing the street on his way home from get off work, he was hit by a speeding car that ran through a red light.

Wayne fainted at that time, and when he woke up again, everything around him had changed.

There were no familiar blue license plates, no familiar streets, and no familiar barbecue stall on the corner.

Instead, there was a completely unfamiliar environment, an old pickup truck and a bearded man with wet pants and a smell... Gringo?

Wait, was he knocked away and flown abroad?

At this moment, Wayne felt a sharp pain in his head.

A series of memories that did not belong to him poured into his mind like a flood.

Before Wayne could "digest" these memories carefully, Diaz leaned in again.

"You wake up, kid! Let me take you to the hospital!"

"Uh..." Wayne looked at the bearded foreigner in front of him in confusion. He still hadn't figured out what was going on.

The other person spoke in English, but Wayne could understand everything he said.

Although Wayne's English scores were indeed not bad when he took the college entrance examination, after four years of "hard study" in college, he had already returned that knowledge to the teacher.

Could it be caused by the memories that just flooded into my head?

"Let's go, your head is bleeding a lot. Don't worry, I will take the initiative to call the police when we get to the hospital. At the moment, your life safety is the most important, child."

Seeing Wayne sitting on the ground in a daze, Diaz took the initiative to help him up. He thought the child was frightened.

After Wayne stood up, Diaz found that he had to hold his head high and talk to Wayne.

"This... is so short..." Wayne looked at the gringo in front of him and curled his lips.

Why does this guy reach his chest? Don't you think that European and American people are all tall and tall?

Wayne, whose height has been set at 1.73 meters since his sophomore year in high school, rarely feels this way about being "superior" to others.

Is it possible that this gringo is not even 1.6 meters tall?

But soon Wayne discovered that not only was the bearded gringo in front of him very short, but also other things around him, such as trash cans, street lights, etc., seemed to have become much shorter.

With a confused look on his face, Wayne didn't even know how he got into the car. He just felt that he was uncomfortable in the car, as if he was squeezed into a tricycle.

Why does everything here seem to be scaled down? Even the cars have become much smaller.

And...wait a minute...why does Wayne have a vague feeling that the car smells like urine?

The bearded man's pants were wet just now, could it be...

"I'm sorry, kid. I admit that I was distracted while driving. But don't worry, I will never escape the responsibility that I bear." Diaz almost cried as he said this.

Grandma, emergency room charges in the United States are no joke.

It’s really hard to be an honest person.

"Take responsibility..." Wayne's head started to hurt again. What was this all about? He remembered that he was hit at an intersection outside the community.

"You are really tall, over 2 meters tall, right? Are you a basketball player?" Seeing Wayne's reaction, Diaz immediately started a new topic.

Diaz was actually not in the mood to chat with Wayne right now. He was just worried that Wayne would faint again, so he kept talking to him to help him stay awake.

"Basketball player?" Wayne continued to mutter to himself.

The word "basketball player" was like a switch, making the muddy memories that had just poured into his mind gradually become clearer.

In this new memory, his name is still Wayne, but he is no longer an ordinary college graduate, but a sophomore NCAA player.

Wayne's father used to be a professional basketball player. At the end of his career in the 1990s, he briefly played in the A-League, which was not called the CBA at the time.

Of course, Wayne's father is not famous and has never played for the national team.

Moreover, the wages of athletes in that era were similar to those of ordinary workers, so Wayne's family was not wealthy and was quite ordinary.

Wayne also liked basketball since he was a child, and because he inherited his father's genes, he grew taller than ordinary children.

This can explain why everything around him has become shorter. In fact, it is not that those things have become shorter, but that Wayne is now taller than before!

After graduating from high school, due to various reasons, Wayne was sent to study in the United States, where he completed his studies while playing basketball.

Finally, the four numbers 2003 appeared in Wayne's mind.

Well, this is the year now...

As the memory gradually became clearer, Wayne's mouth opened little by little.

Have I traveled through time!?

Wayne has always been a fan of Internet literature and has fantasized about time travel many times.

But now that I have actually encountered it, it is difficult to accept it for a while.

After all...he aged more than ten years in an instant, from being born in the 90s to being born in the 80s.

Moreover, the game "Cyberpunk 2077" that Wayne has been waiting for so hard will be released in more than two months after several delays.

It’s great now, we have to wait another 17 years!

The sky is blue, it’s so magical!

2020 is indeed a magical year.

Wayne has been saying in the past that it would be great if he could reload and play again in 2020 like a game. Unexpectedly, he actually got such an opportunity.

It's just that... this round is restarted too early...

In this era without smartphones and a developed network environment, isn't life simple and boring?

"Wait..." After sorting out the new memory, Wayne couldn't help but look at his hands.

In other words, you are now a basketball player?
To be continued...