Transmigration: Invincible Soldier King On Campus

On a bed that was wide enough to fit four grown men at the same time, there was a man with a naked upper body, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed as if he were having a nightmare.    

    

After a long time, the man opened his eyes. A gentle light shone in his eyes, and the surroundings were filled with modern furniture. There were all sorts of television, air conditioner and computers, but he felt an unprecedented sense of unfamiliarity.    

    

Where was this place?    

    

And who am I?    

    

The man felt as if his head was about to explode. It was so painful that he kept his head and rolled around on the bed. The door suddenly opened and a girl about 17 or 18 years old in a princess dress hurriedly walked in. She was holding a bowl of medicine in her hand.    

    

"Don't move, your injuries are very serious. Lie down." The girl said in an unquestionable tone. After putting down the medicine, she pushed Lee Yang onto the bed. Her soft little hand was pressed against his chest. A gentle flow of air slowly spread throughout the man's entire body from the center of his chest. Pain It slowly faded and finally disappeared.    

    

The man swallowed his saliva and looked at the girl in front of him. He said, "Who are you?"    

    

"Take your medicine first. I'll tell you who I am after eating it!" The girl playfully said. She filled a spoonful of medicine and placed it by her mouth. She gently blew on it and then handed it to the man's mouth.    

    

For some reason, the man subconsciously felt that the girl would not harm him. His mouth involuntarily opened and he drank the medicine.    

    

The girl was very happy, but she still very politely fed the medicine to the man bit by bit. Her actions were gentle like a wife taking care of her husband. It was just that she was too young and the man was too embarrassed to think this way.    

    

After the soup was finished, the girl put down the bowl and said, "Hello, I am Natasha."    

    

"Natasha." The man murmured, and said, "Do I know you?"    

    

"No. I don't even know your name." Natasha smiled and said, "But I do know you now. What's your name?"    

    

"My name is..." The man suddenly became frightened because he did not remember his name. "What's my name? What's my name? Who am I? You are Natasha. Then who am I? Where is this? Why am I here? Ah! My head hurts so much, it is going to split open."    

    

The man held his head again. He curled up on the bed like a prawn begging. The pain made him keep hitting the bed with his head. Finally, he hit the wall with his head.    

    

He kept repeating, "Who am I? Who am I?"    

    

"Don't be agitated. Relax." Natasha was also a little anxious. She rushed forward and hugged the man. "If you can't remember, don't think about it for now. Calm down."    

    

"Who am I? Please tell me who I am." The man suddenly cried: "I shouldn't be here, why am I so useless? I can't even remember who I am. What exactly happened, who can tell me? "    

    

After half an hour, the man finally calmed down. Natasha was also tired and sweaty.    

    

"You are so strong. I almost couldn't control you." Natasha rubbed her sore shoulders and said with a pout.    

    

The man said apologetically, "Sorry, I lost control just now. Can you tell me how I got here?"    

    

"Half a month ago, I picked you up by the river. At that time, you were covered in wounds, and you only had one breath left. I found someone to carry you back. I never thought that I would take care of you for so long. I swear. In the end, you slept for half a month, and I was soft-hearted except for my life. That's why I've been taking care of you." Natasha said.    

    

"Did I say anything when I was in a coma, such as my name?" The man asked tentatively.    

    

Natasha thought for a while and said, "Yes, I remember you vaguely called a few people's names. But it sounded like the names of girls. What Xia Jie? Nana, Jee Rou and the like, there was also a tiger head. Could it be that your name is Tiger Head?"    

    

The man closed his eyes and began to crazily recall, but everything in the past was like a cloud of fog. No matter how hard he tried, he did not have the slightest clue.    

    

"Alright, let's not think about it for now. The most important thing for you now is to take care of your body. It's not too late to think about these things when your body recovers. You have been relying on nutrient solutions to sustain your life for half a month. You should be very hungry now. I'll go and get you something to eat. " Natasha said.    

    

The man was about to say that he was not hungry when his stomach started to grumble and his face turned completely red.    

    

Natasha playfully stuck out her tongue and turned around to walk towards the kitchen. Very quickly, the kitchen was filled with the sound of Ding, Ding, Ding. From time to time, Natasha's scream could be heard.    

    

The man sat on the sofa thinking about his past and suddenly asked a kind of anxious smell. Without thinking, he rushed towards the kitchen and ran to the kitchen door to take a look. The pot on the stove had already been set on fire. Natasha stood far away with a lid. She looked at the burning pot with tears in her eyes and did not know what to do.    

    

The man did not know whether to laugh or cry as he walked over and took the pot lid from Natasha's hands. He directly covered the pot and not long after, the flame extinguished.    

    

Natasha's face was full of black Dao Children, looking pitiful and cute.    

    

"Sorry, I can't eat it. I never cook." Natasha said, feeling wronged.    

    

The man opened the fridge and looked at it. "Let me do it."    

    

"You know how to cook?" Natasha said in surprise, "The men here do not cook. You know how to cook? "    

    

The man was stunned and said, "I don't know either. Let's try."    

    

After saying that, he took out the ingredients from the fridge. Although Natasha did not know how to cook, the ingredients in the fridge were quite abundant, and the man did not take it too seriously. He started up with some complicated dishes and just made a simple tomato egg noodles. Strangely, when he started to fiddle with these things, he felt very comfortable and did not have any stage fright at all. After more than ten minutes, two bowls of steaming noodles came out of the pot. The aroma filled the air.    

    

Natasha sniffed the smell and immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "You are really awesome. You are even more fragrant than the chefs here. But I don't want to eat. Why did you make two bowls?"    

    

The man smiled and said, "I ate it myself. If I am too hungry, one bowl might not be enough."    

    

Natasha's face was red. So it was her expression that was wrong. But this guy was also quite annoying. Couldn't he say something nice?    

    

The man finished the bowl of noodles and was about to go to the second bowl when... He noticed that Natasha had quietly picked up the chopsticks and was carefully stuffing the noodles into her mouth. After being caught by the man, he said shyly, "I only tried a little because it was too fragrant. And it looked like it was delicious. Can you give me half a bowl?"    

    

The man nodded. Natasha quickly ran to the kitchen and took out a clean bowl. She picked up some noodles for herself and ate it elegantly. Her actions were really too ladylike, making the man feel embarrassed to wolf it down.    

    

Half a bowl of noodles was enough for Natasha. She laid on the sofa and kept saying that she wanted to gain weight.    

    

The man washed the bowls and chopsticks and walked out to say, "Thank you for taking care of me for half a month. I have to go."    

    

Natasha hurriedly stood up and said, "Where are you going? You have not recovered yet."    

    

"I don't know either." The man shook his head and said, "But I've disturbed you for too long. I'm really sorry. I want to go out and take a look. Maybe I can think of the past. I keep feeling that something is not right."    

    

Natasha said anxiously, "But you can also remember it when you are here. Why must you go out? If you are alone outside, it is very unsafe for you to be alone. "    

    

The man said, "But I am a man after all. If I am always with you, it will affect you."    

    

Natasha did not understand and said," Influenced me? Influenced me for what?"    

    

"That one." The man was too embarrassed to say that.    

    

"Oh, you're worried that someone will gossip." Natasha came to a realization and said, "It's okay. They do not dare to gossip about me. Besides, their mouths were on their faces. They could say whatever they wanted to say. I don't care. They are talking about them. We just have to surpass us. It's not like they'll hurt me. What's there to be afraid of? "    

    

The man still wanted to say something but Natasha was already somewhat impatient. "You, a big man, is not as straightforward as a little girl like me. Seriously."    

    

" Then I will disturb you for a few more days. Wait till I remember my identity before leaving. " The man thought for a while and said.    

    

"That's right. You can't remember anything right now. If you go out, you might be dragged away and sold, and you're so handsome. You're the type that many mistresses like, worried that they'll take you away. Stay! At home. Be a male pet. " Natasha said while baring her fangs and brandishing her claws. However, she was very cute.    

    

The man laughed.    

    

"Hehe, you look pretty when you laugh. How about I give you a name? Otherwise, I'll always give you a name. That's so strange. Let me think about what I should call you, Mars, okay? Mars was the meaning of the War God. You're so strong, you're not bad either." Natasha said seriously.    

    

"Mars." The man murmured, "Okay, let's use this name for now."    

    

"You are so good. Can you cook for me tomorrow? I found that you're so talented when it comes to cooking. It's too late now. I'll take you out for a stroll tomorrow. Maybe you'll have some inspiration when you're outside." Natasha said.    

    

Mars nodded.    

    

Natasha left the room.    

    

Mars walked to the bedside and looked at the brightly lit street outside. His thoughts were in turmoil and his heart was in a mess.    

    

If Mars is not me, then who am I?