Hello, Arknights

"Bunuo, the young man you took out of the field that day seems to have been wandering around town for several days."

"...How is he?" Leopard-eared Filene was looking for a suitable fishing spot by the stream with a fishing rod and a bucket. Unlike others, he seldom fished at the town's pier.

"What's going on? It seems that the young man doesn't speak Victorian and has no place to live. It seems that he used a few wooden boards to build a box in the south to sleep. It seems that he has been relying on wild vegetables to fill his stomach these days." His fishing friend was not as relaxed as him. He followed behind him with one foot deep and one foot shallow, complaining that the road was difficult to walk on after the rain a few days ago.

"..." Bruno didn't say anything, as if he didn't care about it.

"Do you want to take care of it?" the angler asked casually.

"...It's okay, Duva said not to worry about him." Bruno seemed to have thought of something, grinned, and stopped. The surrounding area was full of lush grass and leaves. The stream slowed down here and merged into the small pool in front of him.

The two of them were busy with their hands and their mouths, and they continued chatting while setting up the fishing rods:

"Whatever? Old Duva doesn't seem like such a cold-hearted person."

"Haha, instead of worrying about that kid, you might as well consider whether you want to go to the pub with me tonight and drink until you're drunk. Old Bach has bought another batch of authentic wine.

"That girl from the Stormtroopers won't be left alone. We should worry less about it."

"That's true. But," the angler looked at him jokingly, "Your head bump has only been healed for one day, right? Can't you sit still again?"

"...Don't tell Rona," Bruno shuddered and touched his forehead, but still did not intend to give up his little plan, "I will sneak out later." At the same time, he also planned to let his son bring a meal to the young man.

Health is still the most important thing. Kuranta is really brave and is not afraid of problems caused by hunger.

Ten days, ten days! Ling Dengxian looked extremely bad, not only because of his mood. The wild vegetables were still bitter and acceptable at first, but after a few days, they were only hard to swallow. It was as if an invisible hand twisted his tongue, and the bitter taste spread to the roots of his teeth, clamping his taste perception system. The best meal he had eaten in the past ten days was a meal of radishes.

Fortunately, the weather has been neither too hot nor too cold these days, so I can barely make a fire to cook the food. At night, I can still use an old cotton quilt to get by. The alley should be quieter. "No, if this continues, the whole show will end sooner or later."

"You don't want to boil a frog in warm water."

Ling Dengxian had no other choice. After a few days he found that this so-called system was useless. Apart from being able to cure low blood pressure, the side effect was that it would occasionally cause high blood pressure.

There is no change in my physical fitness. The explanation of the system is:

"Host, the physical fitness of Terrans is not naturally so strong or abnormal. Just like you, they all start from being weak and then grow strong. It's just that their upper limit is higher."

So in other words, his physical fitness has not been forced to improve, and he is still at the level where he can only do seven pull-ups.

It turns out that you have to do everything yourself, and you can achieve your goals with just a few steps. I may have bound a fake system, and it is really a fantasy to rely on the system.

Ling Dengxian tried his best to keep his clothes clean, but he still looked very disheveled. On the morning of the eleventh day, after washing his face by the stream and spitting out the mouthwash in his mouth, he suppressed the hunger in his stomach and decided to find a job.

Looking at the reflection on the water, Ling Dengxian was still feeling exhausted: "If I had known this would happen, I should have listened to Mr. Huang and practiced my spoken English well!"

He really didn't expect that the first difficulty he would face upon arriving in Terra would be the language. Victorian and English are similar in pronunciation and expression, and there are some differences in the writing. However, Ling Dengxian's English level... was around 110 in the monthly exam. With such a good written level, not to mention his spoken English, he had little chance of using it in normal times.

The teacher often said that the power of language is enormous. He has not yet felt the positive power, but now he is defeated by the power of language from another perspective.

"What should I do...Xiaoxie, why don't you teleport me to Longmen or other places in Yan Country? Why Victoria?"

"It's random. Why are you so picky? Isn't this all Terra? It's all the same.

"Who else is 'Xiaoxie'?" The female voice responded with an unhappy tone as if she was being interrupted while drinking milk tea.

"You." Ling Dengxian walked along the gravel path towards the town, wanting to see if he could find a part-time job.

"Hey! That's very offensive, okay? Are you always so careless in naming?"

He did not respond to this crappy system. The most urgent thing was to fill his stomach. He felt that his stomach was rebelling again, making a "gurgling" sound.

If you have the guts, you can use a gurgling sound to say "Are kings, dukes, generals, and ministers of different species?" Ling Dengxian felt that he was almost starving to the point of being in a trance.

Damn, before I traveled through time, I was waiting for the get out of class to end so I could grab a meal.

"Help..." Ling Dengxian muttered weakly to himself and suddenly stopped because he saw a bowl of steaming noodle soup placed on the bluestone manhole cover not far in front of him.

Was he seeing right? Why was there a bowl of noodles in a place where only residents came to fetch water? Was the noodles a spirit? Hey, can noodles also become spirits?

Or is he starving?

Just as he was confused and thinking wildly, a shadow flashed behind the bushes. Ling Dengxian looked in the direction of the sound and saw a childish little face. When the leopard-eared boy realized that he was discovered, his ears stood up, and he turned around and disappeared into the branches.

The young man looked at the swaying leaves for a while, his expression complicated, and finally sighed: "Is he a good person..."

How should I put it, he still had some - never mind, it was nothing.

If you don't eat it quickly, the noodles will get cold.

"I still feel a little hungry... It's been a long time since I last saw you. My stomach has warmed up after all—"

"Hmm?" Ling Dengxian walked to the town entrance sign holding the empty bowl. He lowered his head and looked at another large bowl of noodles on the stone slab in front of him, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.