MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 1 Thulhu... Maybe a gram should be added

　　 White Eagle Union, St. George's University.

　　 The hot sun in the summer afternoon casts mottled spots of light on the grass through the shade of the trees.

　　The loose lawn gently supports the lying body, and the fragrance of grass and flowers surrounds the nose of Thulhu, which makes Thulhu squint involuntarily.

Wearing a pure white shirt, unbuttoning a few buttons on his chest, he reveals a slightly lined chest and healthy skin, with angular facial features, sky blue pupils, and short golden curly hair. Naturally, there is one. Kind of uninhibited temperament.

……Well, the above is pure bullshit. In fact, the appearance of Thulhu can only be regarded as mediocre. It is only because of its young age and the unique vitality of teenagers. At the end of college life, it is still a single dog, which is the most Good proof.

　　 "Unknowingly, four years have passed, the university is about to graduate..."

　　Thulhu opened his eyes in a sense of sorrow, looking up at the starry sky.

　　 He was originally not a native of this world, but came from another time and space. As a salted fish who graduated for several years, he did nothing. After playing games all night, he went black before his eyes and fell on the computer-wear it! !

　　 "Even young people can't stay up late..." Thulhu sighed sadly.

　　 As a person who came over, he regretted it very much.

　　Mingming is just a shoddy third-rate game, why did I get stuck in it?

　　 From the very beginning, I struggled for another minute and then went to sleep. When I hit this monster, I went to bed immediately. After this task, I didn’t know it... Huh? How did it pass after a few hours?

　　 Not only games, but also novels, movies, and TV series. No matter how you grit your teeth and swear, once staying up late becomes a habit, it's hard to quit.

　　 "Hey...for those who stay up late, the chance of sudden death is far greater than the chance of crossing, so don't try it easily..."

　　 Thulhu sighed again.

　　 Don’t think that after crossing, you will immediately embark on the subversion of life and marry Bai Fumei. Facts have proved that even if the salted fish crosses, it is still a salted fish!

　　 Well, here is the identity of Transmigrator.

Thulhu Botley, the full name Thulhu Dunsdan Andrich Harrod... Mon Botley, the long paragraph in the middle of the name is actually not very useful, representing several intermarriages in history and the addition of major events, also " The traditional customs of (White Eagle Union) have made many officials hate it. Today, when the name simplification movement is advocated, the official identity on the official document is Thulhu Botley, 21 years old, near St. George's University graduate.

　　 Normal appearance, average grades, barely enough credits, but graduation does not include distribution, facing the trouble of unemployment and career choice...

　　 Thulhu is full of resentment in my heart at this time.

　　 This dress...too unskilled! Not only doesn’t even have the golden fingers necessary to cross the stream, but the most important thing is that there is no ‘gram’ in this long name.

　　Or, let's change the name directly to Thulhu C, and then embark on the road of being a big winner in life and the great dark demon.

　　 Or, surnamed Potter directly, it would be nice to play in the wizarding world.

　　 Unfortunately, he is not called Thulhu C or Thulhu Potter, the above are just salted fish's thoughts.

　　 "Fortunately... we don't have nothing!"

　　Thulhu sat up halfway, took the notebook on the side, bit the pen and began to write and draw.

Four years after the journey, he finally figured out his environment. The country where St. George's University is located is called White Eagle Union. It has a history of 278 years, a population of about 30 million, and a vast territory. , Has a place on the world stage.

　　 As for the level of technology, it is roughly equivalent to that between the first industrial revolution and the second industrial revolution in the past. Steampunk became popular.

　　 As a polytechnic dog in his previous life, after graduation, he barely mastered a skill. In terms of the current level of scientific research, even if he is not alone in the world, it is not a problem to eat a lot of food.

　　 Thulhu frowned and began to list the outline: "Although some knowledge points are obviously not universal because of the different worlds, after searching for information in my university, clicking on the side, I still sorted out some useful..."

　　 Don't underestimate the elite of this world!

　　I was not a great subject in my previous life. It was just an undergraduate student who came out of examination-oriented education. The specialty was refined, but it was not in-depth.

　　Besides, crossing is one of my biggest secrets, and I must find a way to conceal it. It is impossible to directly put forward any theory, or make a blockbuster-that's too eye-catching!

　　 In the past few years, most of the spare time of Thulhu has been spent in the library, looking for a point where my knowledge system fits the new world.

　　——He won’t admit that this is because he can’t find a girlfriend and has no leisure time after school.

　　 Hey, speaking of it, why do you want to cry so much.

　　 It is clear that I traveled through a country of immigrants. There are white people, yellow people, and even all kinds of races. The atmosphere is open, but the nerdy male is hard to change, and still can’t find a girlfriend. How can I be sad?

Thankfully, as soon as I walked through, I went straight into college life. I left my hometown, and the journey was far away. I also used the name of work-study during the vacation. I didn’t leave here because I didn’t go back. I basically never went back~www.novelbuddy.com~ I was not in this body at all. Exposed in front of his loved ones.

"It's very strange to say that the original Thulhu Botley family seems to be very poor. The key point is that he broke up with the family because of something, which is equivalent to going to college. There are only a few letters in a few years. Letters and no relatives came, so lucky..."

　　 Thulhu knocked his head with the pen.

　　 The original body seems to have gone through some tragic and dramatic changes. Some of the memories are very vague, and only vaguely remember the location of the family and a few relatives. In the past few years, there have been few contacts, and there are only a few outlines in the memories.

　　 "Could it be that the memory fragmentation caused by my crossing?"

　　 Thulhu is a little guilty, but he won't run home to verify if he is killed.

　　 "Hey, brother, your sandwich! And the letter!"

　　 Just as Thulhu pondered, a shadow was cast.

　　 He turned his neck and saw a white young man approaching. It was his roommate and bad friend-Sean.

Sean is tall and thin, with triangular eyes, burgundy hair, black short sleeves, and a silver necklace around his neck. It looks cool, but on his body, it doesn’t make sense. A wretched feeling. At this time, he smiled and passed a sandwich and an envelope, revealing white teeth: "A total of four copper! It contains a tip."

　　 Thulhu rolled his eyes, knowing this guy's temper, took out a few coins from his pocket and handed them over: "Thank you...but as a waiter and postman, your charge is too high."

"Oh, brother, don't you know the distance between the dormitory and the mailbox? Those **** housekeepers, one by one, are so lazy..." Sean shrugged his shoulders, with curiosity on his face: "Look. Look, maybe it's your offer letter."