2009, Tokyo, Japan.
Zhou Hang looked at the junior high school students in front of him who had the same skin color but were clearly not locals.
No, they were the locals; he was the foreigner.
Years of "movie" watching experience allowed him to recognize them immediately—Japanese junior high school girls.
Otherwise, where could you see JKs dressed like that?
Those old fogeys back home would never allow female students to wear short skirts; they'd wish they could wrap people up so tightly that not even their toes were visible.
"Did I really transmigrate!?"
*Slap!*
He slapped himself. It hurt enough to make him wince, confirming he wasn't dreaming.
A day ago, he was just an ordinary office worker.
He had worked diligently in the company for many years. Just as he was about to be promoted, a trainee who hadn't even practiced for two and a half years cut in and stole his spot.
Was it because of skill?
Zhou Hang wasn't convinced. He asked around and found out the guy's uncle was the General Manager of the Marketing Department.
At that moment, Zhou Hang saw things clearly.
Hard work is useless. Outworking your colleagues is useless. To make it in society, you talk background and fight with influence.
*Damn it all!*
Every time something like this happens, Zhou Hang believes others must be just like him, complaining that there is no fairness in this world.
Even sports are the same.
Look at the national football team. If you want to play on the field, the price is clearly marked at a few million.
No money?
If you have no money, you can't play shit!
Having a good father is too important!
Look at Bronny. He plays like garbage, but because he has a Vice-GOAT dad from Mount Rushmore, there are calls for "MVP" when he steps on the court. His jersey sold for a full 50 million USD...
Of course, the son of the actual GOAT of Mount Rushmore isn't far behind.
His Airness's eldest son played 59 games in college and frantically bombarded the rim for a total of 58 points.
The result?
Even though he couldn't even average 1 point per game, because his dad is Jordan, he won't be ignored.
Some people are even waiting for the day this "Son of God" suddenly gets it and dominates the basketball court like his father.
But the basketball court is ultimately fairer than reality.
Whether it's Bronny or Jeffrey, if they can't play, they can't play.
No matter how strong their dads are, that's their dads' business. Ability scores can't be inherited.
"But they are set for life with food and clothing. They don't lack women to play with or luxury cars to drive..." Zhou Hang sighed.
You laugh at Jeffrey for not averaging 1 point; Jeffrey laughs that you don't even know what Beverly Hills looks like.
By the way, Jordan's other son, Marcus, is even more impressive. He managed to hook up with the ex-wife of his dad's old teammate. Heard they even created a life.
God knows how Jordan and Pippen will address each other when they meet in the future?
Simply ridiculous!
Zhou Hang scratched his hair. "Where is the System? No 'ding' sound?"
"Ding!"
*It really dinged!*
Zhou Hang had a mouthful of sarcasm he didn't know where to spit.
He asked, "What brand? Never heard of it?"
"Welcome Host to the Popular Character System..."
"Wait a minute."
Popular Character?
Zhou Hang had read plenty of web novels over the years. Hearing such a thunderous system name, he immediately understood.
"It's not the kind where everything I do here gets projected into a higher dimension, becoming a movie or even a TV series, is it?"
"Anime!"
The level just got lower. So I've become a two-dimensional paper man?
Hearing this, he suddenly lost interest.
Who wants to live in The Truman Show?
His life is not a reality show for others to watch!
"I can make you a millionaire!"
"I've already transmigrated. Becoming a millionaire shouldn't be that hard, right?"
Zhou Hang touched his bangs. They were silver-white. He couldn't resist running to a restroom to look in the mirror.
"Hell, I grew such an unfortunate face."
Fluffy silver-white hair, a pair of sky-blue pupils. If he put on a Jujutsu High uniform, he'd be a dead ringer for Gojo Satoru.
Hopefully, he won't be chopped into a 2.5-jo Satoru!
Turning his head, he saw two girls nearby whispering about him.
Looking at their eyes, he could tell they weren't looking at a crazy person. That look of drooling over a handsome guy—add a few special effects and you'd see hearts in their eyes.
Zhou Hang walked over. "Hey girl, can I borrow your phone for a moment?"
"Mhm, mhm, mhm!"
The other party didn't refuse and handed it over decisively.
Zhou Hang didn't find it strange. When the System activated a day ago, it gave him a World Language Proficiency skill.
It allowed him to communicate with locals without any obstacles.
Zhou Hang opened the search engine and checked the date: 2009.
"2009. The champion is the Lakers. After the OK combination broke up, Kobe finally proved himself."
"To be safe, let's see if history is different."
2008 Champion: Boston Celtics.
2007 Champion: San Antonio Spurs.
2006 Champion: Miami Heat.
Hmm, no discrepancies. The "Flash" Wade's free throw rain in the playoffs fell particularly hard; Zhou Hang remembered it clearly.
Let's check the World Cup.
2006 World Cup Champion: Italy. 2002 World Cup Champion: Brazil. Soon it will be the 2010 World Cup Champion...
The Matadors!
"It's currently 2009, so that means next year..."
"I'm going to be rich!"
Zhou Hang looked up at the sky and let out a long roar, startling the two little beauties.
They thought, *Is this earth-shattering handsome guy a fool?*
System: "..."
*Be a popular character? My ass. I want to be a billionaire.*
Starting today, work hard and strive to earn 100 million by next year!
Handing the phone back, Zhou Hang whistled and walked away, leaving the two young girls looking nervously at their contacts, only to let out two sighs when they found Zhou Hang hadn't left a number.
They didn't mind if Zhou Hang was a fool; fools are easier to hook up with!
The System, however, was getting a bit anxious.
"Is that all the ambition you have?"
"Do you want to listen to yourself? A billionaire, and you call that small ambition?" Zhou Hang spoke to the air. "I have this much ambition, is there a problem?"
"Don't you wish for your life to be more magnificent?"
"Getting hit by a truck on the sidewalk and transmigrating is magnificent enough for my life."
"Let me ask you, for transmigration, why must you always send a Dongfeng truck to hit people?"