[System] [Evolution] [All-Rounder] [Face-Slapping] [Lying Low to Grow Strong]
Xiao Jun transmigrated to a parallel world.
For the first three days after transmigrating, he tried hard to remember everything from his old life.
He couldn't sing a single one of those songs that had taken the world by storm.
He hadn't finished reading even one of those classics that sold a million copies a day.
Of the three hundred Tang poems, he could only recite "Hoeing Grain," "Before My Bed," and "Goose, Goose, Goose." He couldn't remember the rest in full.
Was the whole point of my transmigration just to waste a tiny, insignificant amount of this world's resources?
No. If I don't live long enough, I might not even get to waste any resources.
Not last-hitting, soft-hearted, talking a lot of nonsense, still so naive after being around for so long.