I am Really an Insider

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

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

This ordinary day looked like any other.

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

The middle-aged man in his 40s immediately picked up the paper and began to wipe the hot liquid on his pants as a reflex, distracted for a while.

Then, it all happened.

"boom!"

When Diaz slammed on the brakes after hearing the sound and raised his head again, a man had already fallen on the zebra crossing in front of his car.

Seeing the man fell to the ground without any response, old Diaz was terrified.

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

He's got a big deal, a big deal!

After recovering, Diaz hurriedly got out of the car, ready to step forward to check the situation of the man who fell to the ground.

Diaz has been honest all his life and has never done anything out of the ordinary. In the eyes of neighbors, he is also a very 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 when the streets are full of surveillance, it is simply impossible to escape responsibility.

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

But after shouting, the man who fell on the ground still did not respond. And judging from the amount of bleeding on his head, the situation is not optimistic.

Just when Diaz was about to continue approaching, the man on the ground who was completely unresponsive and covered in blood suddenly sat up.

"Oh, Falk!"

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

Diaz hadn't seen clearly the man who fell on the ground until now, to be precise, the appearance of a boy.

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

The most distinctive thing was that the boy he knocked over had an Asian face.

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

The boy seemed very angry, but Diaz couldn't understand a word he said. Because what he was yelling and cursing in his mouth was not English, but a language that Diaz was not familiar with.

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

In the middle of scolding, the boy suddenly froze for no reason, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

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

The boy remembered that he had indeed been hit by a car, but it didn't happen in this completely strange place.

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

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

Wayne's life is very ordinary, without great wealth, no girlfriend, and no rich dad, but at least he can barely survive.

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

Wayne passed out at the time, and now when he wakes up, everything around him has changed.

There is no familiar blue license plate, no familiar street, and no familiar barbecue stand on the corner.

Instead, a completely unfamiliar environment, an old pickup truck and a bearded gringo with wet pants and a smell?

Wait, did I get sent flying 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 forward again.

"You're awake, kid! I'll take you to the hospital!"

"Uh" Wayne looked at the bearded gringo in confusion, he still hadn't figured out what happened.

The other party spoke English, but Wayne could understand every word he said.

Although Wayne's English scores in the college entrance examination were really good, but after four years of "studying hard" in college, he had already returned that knowledge to the teacher.

Could it be the memories that just flooded into his head?

"Let's go, your head is bleeding a lot. Don't worry, I will call the police when I get to the hospital. Right now, your life is the most important thing, kid."

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

After Wayne stood up, Diaz found himself having to hold his head up and talk to Wayne.

"It's so short." Wayne looked at the gringo in front of him and curled his lips.

This guy, why did he reach his chest? Didn't he say that Europeans and Americans are tall and burly?

Wayne, whose height has been fixed at 1.73 meters since the second year of high school, rarely feels this kind of "superior" on weekdays.

Could it be that this gringo is not even 1.6 meters tall?

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

Wayne, with a dazed face, didn't even know how he got into the car, he just felt uncomfortable in the car, as if squeezed in a small tricycle.

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

And wait, why does Wayne vaguely feel that the car still smells like urine?

The bearded pants were wet just now, could it be

"I'm sorry kid, I admit that I was distracted when I was driving just now. But you don't have to worry, I will never escape my responsibility." Diaz said, almost crying.

Grandma has a leg, the emergency bills in the United States are not a joke with you.

It's hard to be honest.

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

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

Diaz is actually not in the mood to chat with Wayne now, he is just worried that Wayne will faint again, so he keeps talking to him to help him stay awake.

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

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

In this new memory, he is still called 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. In the late 1990s, he briefly played in League A, which was not called the CBA at that time.

Of course, Wayne's father was not well-known and 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 rich, but 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 would explain why everything around him was getting shorter, not because they were getting shorter, but because Wayne was 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 ball.

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

Well, this is the current year

After the memory gradually became clear, Wayne's mouth opened a little bit.

I have crossed over! ?

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

But now it's really hard to accept it.

After all, he instantly aged more than ten years, from the post-90s to the post-80s.

Moreover, the game "Cyberpunk 2077", which Wayne has been waiting for, has been postponed several times, and it seems that it will be released in more than two months.

It's good now, and we have to wait another 17 years!

It's so magical, it's so magical!

2020 is indeed a magical year.

In the past, Wayne kept clamoring that it would be great if 2020 could be read again like playing a game. Unexpectedly, he really got such an opportunity.

It's just that the restart is too early.

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

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

In other words, he is now a basketball player?

Although he is only an NCAA player, does this mean that he has the opportunity to become a basketball star, enter the NBA, attract money like crazy, and win Bai Fumei?

Wayne in his previous life was a deep basketball fan. As a fan, who hasn't become a part of the NBA superstar?

Whether in the past or now, being a basketball star has always been Wayne's ultimate dream.

Well, for Wayne, who had an unremarkable previous life and couldn't even make it to the high school team, this is not so much a dream as a fantasy.

However, according to Wayne's new memory, although the current self is playing in the NCAA, it seems that he is not doing well.

The reality is so cruel. As a senior football fan in his previous life, Wayne knew that there is no player in China who can successfully enter the NBA stage through the NCAA.

There are only a few Chinese players who can seriously play in the NBA. How could such a good thing happen to him.

The dream seemed to be shattered before it even started.

Things like the inexplicably acquired Grant Hill's ability in the novel "Reverse Growth Superstar" are indeed only plots that only appear in novels.

"Hey, my head hurts." I don't know if it's the memory of the two people in my head or because I was hit by a car just now, Wayne's head hurts again.

He couldn't help closing his eyes, and slowly opened them again after the pain subsided.

But when Wayne opened his eyes again, he was stunned by what he saw.

The words "system activated" appeared in front of Wayne's eyes!

"The travel benefits have arrived!?"

Wayne was about to take a closer look at the interface in front of him, but the text was wiped away by Diaz's sudden brake.

"We're at the hospital, kid," Diaz yelled, turning his head.

"QTMD!" Wayne couldn't help but swear, if his cheats were taken away by this old man, he promised that he would fight that bearded man desperately.

"Tomatoes?" Diaz looked at the startled Wayne suspiciously and scratched his head.

Isn't this kid being knocked stupid?

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