Chapter 1: Reborn San Francisco

"Engelson, come next time, I will wait for you." The slightly boozy girl leaned at the door of the bar, blowing a kiss to White with her red lips.
White Engelson walked a few steps, heard the soft voice behind, swayed and turned his head, a pair of green eyes appeared with a playful smile, "Well! I'll let you go this time, next time Let you beg for mercy."
The girl opened her red lips slightly: "Really? Don't get down in a minute."
White snorted coldly: "I'm not in a hurry to go back today, there is no arrogant part of you. Alright, alright. Goodbye! Barbara."
The girl pouted her mouth and was very dissatisfied: "My name is Angela."
White Engelson staggered a few steps again, and the bitterness of a few large glasses of whiskey suddenly rushed to his throat, stumbled to a Lego wall painting, supported the wall and started to vomit.
"What the hell, the amount of alcohol is too bad today." White Engelson rubbed his head with his palm. With a dizziness in front of him and lack of physical strength, he slid directly against the wall and sat on the ground, swallowing saliva with his apple.
"Hey, handsome guy, you look uncomfortable. Do you want to sit down at my house? It's around here." A young girl attracted by White came by.
Without raising his eyes, White waved his hands impatiently and said, "It's okay, don't bother me."
The girl was stunned, and angrily said: "You are so innocent of a gentleman." After speaking, she turned angrily and walked away, her high heels slamming under her feet.
White also thought about what happened to him today. Not only did he drink, but he couldn't even give up his favorite bar party. I always feel that something boring is pressing on my chest, and vaguely feel that something big is about to happen.
The cell phone in his pocket keeps buzzing. White doesn’t need to look at it to know that it must be his roommate who switched from informatics to finance. Normally, he should be a bartender at this time. This is a flower. The guy who got the certificate in half a year.
White Engelson ignored the cell phone, because he knew that Iverson had nothing to do, and he must have found some beautiful woman to share with him in a hurry.
"Go back to the apartment first, there will be class tomorrow morning... By the way, it's the professor's class. I almost forgot." White Engelson straightened up and slowly stood up against the wall, muttering that others could not listen. If you understand, he is such a weird person.
However, he didn't take a few steps, and a bus with headlights rushed towards him. White Engelson couldn't react for a moment, thinking that there was a bus passing by in the middle of the night in San Francisco?
In a short flash of lightning, the bus quickly drove past his forehead. White Engelson clutched his head, turned left and then turned two more times. When the wind blows, the effect of alcohol is a little less, and the scenery in front of him is not so blurred.
"Fuck, driving so fast to rush for the funeral?" White Engelson cursed fiercely, spitting, rubbed his face with his palm, put his hands in the windbreaker, and walked towards the apartment without looking back.
The rented apartment in San Francisco is built not far from Silicon Valley. White Engelson and his roommate live here. This is a small single apartment with a monthly rent of $3,000. A college student like them must rent it alone. Sorry, the two of them tried to find a way and moved in together.
When White Engelson walked up the concrete stairs, the bed of the young couple next door shook again. He was too tired of it, so he pulled out the sweater and stuffed the long button into his ear.
The world suddenly became quiet, he nodded with satisfaction, took out the key and opened the door ping-pong.
auzw.com is a small dark space without a trace of light. Even the usual moonlight does not visit this small room today.
Chen En walked into the house dejectedly, walked straight into the bathroom in the dark, pulled off the towel based on his feeling, and applied it to his head when he got wet.
"What kind of bitch's luck, not only was he almost fired by the boss, but was hit by a car after working overtime?" The most annoying thing was that the perpetrator left without saying hello?
The water-soaked towel was applied from the brow, and the injured wound caused sharp pain when it touched the water. Chen En cursed and turned on the faucet, twisted the towel and washed it again, and then put it on his forehead.
The light was too dark, and the towel always slipped off his forehead, and it was not properly attached. Chen En simply turned on the light and changed the towel again.
When he looked up in the mirror again, and was about to apply it to himself, Chen En's blood coagulated, and his entire face became pale instantly, and his limbs were stiff and motionless.
Who is in the mirror?
Where did the white man with green eyes and gray eyelashes come from?
Thief?
Chen En hurriedly looked around, there was no such person at all. When he raised his head again in relief, he met the man in the mirror, and the cold sweat on his back came out.
Could it be that it was a ghost...
No, no, no ghosts in this world. So, is the person in the mirror Chen En?
Chen En touched his face and then touched his forehead. No matter what he did, the man in the mirror followed suit. If there was a third person in the house, he would be scared to death when he saw this scene.
One minute later. Chen En rushed out of the bathroom and turned on all the lights in the house. In an instant, a wide and narrow and crowded North American style building appeared in front of him.
The bookshelves in the entire living room are tall and large, the gray lying down half a meter tall, notebooks on the ground and English magazines scattered on the ground.
Chen En jumped to the notebook, meditated, and opened the notebook to take a look. As expected, the entire interface was composed of English articles, densely presented in front of him.
Look at the time in the lower right corner, one o'clock in the morning, CA, USA.
"..." Chen En was speechless for a moment, and soon reacted, is his soul reborn.
Could it be said that his soul came out of the shell when he was hit by a car and came to this American with green eyes and white skin?
In order to verify his guess, Chen En began to search for all the relevant books and materials in the room, including the note papers stacked in the drawer that said the girl's phone number.
At two o'clock in the morning, Chen En bent his legs and sat on the ground, exhausted like a fierce battle. He swallowed, roughly knowing all the information about the American who was born again.