Douluo: My Martial Spirit Is Doraemon

I've seen a lot of Douluo fandoms recently. But some of them are too obvious. Some are black for the sake of being black. It made me sick. So I can only write it myself. The introduction is weak, please enter the text. My name is Bai Jingyi, and this is the sixth year since I traveled to Douluo Continent. Not hit by a car, not struck by lightning, not electrocuted, not jumping off a building... I was just bored at night, reminiscing about my childhood, accidentally falling asleep while watching Doraemon, and then woke up in another world. Originally, I thought I had just traveled through time in ancient times. I was imagining making money silently by relying on the memories of my previous life, becoming a rich man, and living a happy life. I occasionally showed off by relying on the 300 Tang poems I had memorized in my previous life, when I saw a baby bottle in the hand of the beauty who adopted me, feeding me milk. Yes, you read that right. I am an orphan in this life. As we all know, being a time traveler parent is a high-risk occupation. But the person who adopted me was not an old man, the village chief grandfather, but the beautiful sister in front of me. Mmm, the milk smells so good!