Transcendent Dawn

White Eagle Federation, St. George's University.

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

The loose lawn gently supports the lying body, and the fragrance of green grass and flowers lingers at the tip of his nose, making Sulu squint his eyes comfortably.

He was wearing a pure white shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned on his chest, revealing a slightly lined chest and healthy skin, with sharp facial features, sky blue pupils, and short blond curly hair. An unruly temperament.

... Well, the above is pure nonsense. In fact, Sulu's appearance can only be regarded as average, just because he is young and has the unique vitality of teenagers. He is still single when his college life is about to end, which is the best proof .

"Before I knew it, four years had passed, and I was about to graduate from university..."

Sulu opened his eyes wide in disappointment, showing a sad look looking up at the starry sky.

He was not originally a native of this world, but came from another time and space. As a salted fish who had graduated for several years, he failed at anything. After playing games all night, his eyes went dark and he fell headlong on the computer—he was worn out! !

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

As someone who has been there, he regrets it very much.

It's obviously just a shoddy third-rate game, why did I get stuck in it?

From the very beginning when I struggled for a minute to fall asleep, to falling asleep immediately after hitting this monster, and then passing this mission, unknowingly...Huh? How did a few hours pass like this?

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

"Sigh... For those who stay up late, the chance of sudden death is far greater than the chance of time travel, so don't try it lightly..."

Sulu sighed again.

Don't think that after time-traveling, you will immediately embark on the subversion of life and marry Bai Fumei. Facts have proved that even if you time-travel, a salted fish is still a salted fish!

Well, let me introduce the identity of the traverser here.

Sulu Botley, full name Sulu Dunstan Andrich Rohard...Mon Botley, the long part in the middle of the name is actually not very useful, representing several historical events The addition of intermarriage and major events is also a traditional custom of the White Eagle Federation, which has been hated by many officials. Today, when the name simplification movement is advocated, the identity on the official document is Sulu Botley, 21 years old, A recent graduate of St. George's University.

Average appearance, average grades, barely enough credits, but graduation does not include assignments, facing unemployment and career selection problems...

At this moment, Sulu's heart was full of resentment.

This dress... is too untechnical! Not only does it not even have the golden fingers necessary for crossing the flow, but the most important thing is that there is no 'gram' in this long name.

Otherwise, let's just change our name to Sulu Ke, and we will embark on the path of a big winner in life and a great dark devil.

Or, if the surname is Potter, it would be nice to play in the wizarding world.

Unfortunately, his name is not Sulu Ke, or Sulu Potter, the above is just the hysterical fantasy of salted fish.

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

Sulu sat up halfway, took the notebook aside, bit the pen and began to write and draw.

Four years after traveling, he finally understood his environment. The country where St. George University is located is called the White Eagle Federation. It has a history of 278 years, a population of about 30 million, and a vast territory. It is on the world stage. occupy a place.

As for the level of science and technology, it is roughly equivalent to the fact that steampunk became popular between the first industrial revolution and the second industrial revolution in the previous life.

In my previous life, I was a science and engineering dog. After graduation, I barely mastered a skill.

In terms of the current level of scientific research, even if it is not unique in the world, it is not a problem to make a living.

Sulu frowned, and began to make an outline: "Although some knowledge points are obviously not common because of the different worlds, but after searching for information in my university and making side-views, I still sorted out some useful ones..."

Don't underestimate the elites of this world!

In my last life, I was not a master in any subject, but an undergraduate student who came out of an exam-oriented education, and my major was refined, but not in-depth.

Besides, time travel is my biggest secret, and I have to find a way to cover it up, it is impossible to directly put forward any theory, or make a blockbuster—that would be too eye-catching!

In the past few years, Sulu has spent most of his spare time in the library, looking for the matching point between his knowledge system and the new world.

——He won't admit that it's because he can't find a girlfriend and doesn't have leisure time after school.

Alas, speaking of it, why do I want to cry so much.

It is clear that what you are traveling through is a country of immigrants, there are Caucasians, yellows, and even all kinds of people, and the atmosphere is open, but the nerdy personality is hard to change, and you still can't find a girlfriend. How can it be so sad?

Thankfully, as soon as I passed through, I entered college life directly. I left my hometown, traveled a long way, and stayed here in the name of a work-study program during the holidays.

"It's strange to say that Sulu Botley's family seemed to be very poor. The key point is that he had a falling out with his family because of something. It was equivalent to leaving the house to go to college. We exchanged letters, and no relatives came over, so lucky..."

Sulu tapped his head with the pen.

The original body seems to have experienced some tragic upheaval, part of the memory is very vague, and only vaguely remembers the location of the family, and a few relatives, and there are very few contacts in the past few years, and there are only a few outlines in the memory.

"Could it be the broken memory caused by my time travel?"

Sulu was a little guilty, but he wouldn't run home to ask for proof if he was killed.

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

While Sulu was pondering, a shadow cast down.

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

Sean is tall and thin, with triangular eyes, wine-red hair, black short-sleeves, and a silver-white necklace around his neck. A feeling of obscenity, at this moment, he smiled and handed over a sandwich and an envelope, showing his white teeth: "It's four coppers in total! It includes a tip."

Sulu 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 charging standard is too high."

"Oh, brother, don't you know the distance from the dormitory to the mailbox? Those damn housekeepers are ridiculously lazy..." Sean shrugged his shoulders, and his face was full of curiosity: "Look Look, maybe your acceptance letter has arrived."