I am Really an Insider

　　　　 Alex Diaz sat in the car, clutching the steering wheel with both hands, in shock.

　　 This was originally a peaceful morning. He was driving and drinking coffee while preparing to head to the small restaurant he opened to kick off his work day.

　　 This ordinary day looks no different from the past.

　　 But while driving, Diaz accidentally spilled hot coffee on his lap.

　　 This middle-aged man in his 40s immediately picked up the paper reflexively and began to wipe the hot liquid on his pants, feeling relieved for a while.

　　 Then, all this happened.

"boom!"

　　 When Diaz suddenly braked after hearing the sound and raised his head again, a man had fallen on the zebra crossing in front of his car.

　　 Watching the man fall to the ground and no reaction, Old Diaz was terrified.

　　 He knew that from this moment on, an ordinary day had gone away from him.

　　 He has an issue, he has an event!

　　 After regaining consciousness, Diaz hurriedly got out of the car, ready to step forward to check the situation of the man who fell on the ground.

　　 Diaz has been honest throughout his life and has never done anything extraordinary. In the eyes of neighbors, he is also a very responsible husband and father.

hit and run? That's not something he can do.

　　Furthermore, in this small town with a small population, in this era when the streets are full of surveillance, trying to escape responsibility is simply a fantasy.

　　 "Sir, how are you?" Diaz yelled as he approached the man on the ground carefully.

　　 But after shouting, the man who fell on the ground still didn't respond. And judging from the amount of bleeding on his head, the situation is not optimistic.

　　 Just as Diaz was about to move closer, the blood-stained man on the ground who had been unresponsive, suddenly sat up.

　　 "Oh, Fuck!"

　　 Diaz yelled and took a step back. He was really taken aback. At this moment, he felt that his pants were soaked with warm liquid again.

　　 Diaz didn't see the man lying on the ground until now, to be precise, the appearance of a boy.

　　 Although he is very tall, the face of the guy who fell on the ground is very young, and he looks like he is only about twenty years old.

　　 The most distinctive thing is that the boy he knocked down had an Asian face.

　　 Before Diaz calmed down, the boy who sat up suddenly began to yell.

　　 The boy seemed very angry, but Diaz couldn't understand a word he said. Because what he was shouting was not in English, but in a language that Diaz was not familiar with.

　　 "Fuck, don't you know how to be courteous to pedestrians!? Didn't you see the red light!? How come you get to the zebra crossing and suddenly accelerate..."

　　 Halfway through the scolding, the boy suddenly stopped for some reason, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

　　 He looked around in amazement, the expression on his face gradually changed from anger to surprise.

　　 The boy remembered that he was indeed hit by a car, but the incident was not in this completely unfamiliar place.

　　 "This...what the **** is going on?" The boy muttered to himself.

　　His name is Wayne, an ordinary person who has just graduated from university. He lives a 996 life from the company to the rental house every day at two points and one line, and he has no time to set up a street stall.

　　 Wayne's life is very ordinary, no rich, no girlfriend, no rich father, but at least he can barely survive.

　　 One day when he was crossing the road on his way home from get off work, he was knocked down by a car that was speeding through a red light.

　　 Wayne fainted at the time, and now when he wakes up, everything around him has changed.

　　 There are no familiar blue license plates, no familiar streets, and no familiar barbecue stalls around the corner.

　　 was replaced by a completely unfamiliar environment, an old pickup truck and a big beard with wet pants and a peculiar smell...Gringo?

　　 Wait, did you get hit and fly abroad?

　　 Just then, Wayne felt a sharp pain in his head.

　　 A series of memories that didn't belong to him flooded into his mind like a flood.

　　 Before Wayne could "digest" these memories carefully, Diaz leaned forward again.

　　 "You wake up, child! I'll take you to the hospital!"

　　 "Uh..." Wien looked at the bearded gringle in front of him suspiciously. He hadn't figured out what was going on.

　　 The other party spoke English, but Wayne could understand every word he said.

　　 Although Wayne's English score was really good at the time of the college entrance examination, after four years of "work hard" in college, he had already returned the knowledge to the teacher.

　　 Is it caused by the memories that just poured into your head?

　　 "Let's go, your head is bleeding a lot. Don't worry, I will call the police when I get to the hospital. Right now, your life safety is the most important thing, my child."

　　 Seeing Wayne sitting on the ground in a daze, Diaz took the initiative to help him up. He thought the child was frightened.

　　 After Wayne stood up, Diaz found that he had to talk to Wayne with his head held high.

　　 "This...so short..." Wayne curled his lips while looking at the gringe in front of him.

　　 This guy, how can he get to his chest? Didn’t you say that Europeans and Americans are so tall?

　　 Wayne, who has been fixed at 1.73 meters in height since his second year of high school, rarely has this kind of "superior" feeling on weekdays.

　　 Is it possible that this foreigner doesn’t even have 1.6 meters?

　　 But soon Wayne discovered that not only was the bearded gringle short in front of him, other things around, such as trash cans, street lights, etc., seemed to be much shorter.

　　 Wayne looked confused and didn't even know how he got in the car. He only felt that he was embarrassed in the car, like being squeezed in a small three-wheeler.

　　 How come things here seem to be scaled down? Even the car has become much smaller.

　　And...wait...Why does Wayne vaguely feel that there is a smell of urine in this car?

　　 Those bearded trousers just got wet, shouldn't it be...

　　 "I'm sorry kid, I admit that I just lost my mind while driving. But don't worry, I will never escape my responsibility." Diaz almost didn't cry as he said.

　　 Grandma’s leg, the emergency medical expenses of the United States are not for fun with you.

　　 Honest people are really bad.

　　 "Take responsibility..." Wayne's head started to hurt again, what is this all about? He remembered that he was hit at an intersection outside the community.

　　 "You are really tall, over 6 feet (2 meters) tall, right? Are you a basketball player?" Seeing Wayne reacted, Diaz immediately started a new topic.

　　 Diaz is actually not in the mood to chat with Wayne, he is just worried that Wayne fainted again, so he kept talking to him to help him stay awake.

　　 "Basketball player?" Wayne continued to mumble to himself.

The word 　　 basketball player is like a switch, making the muddy memories that have just been poured into his mind gradually become clear.

　　 In this new memory, he is still called Wayne, but he is no longer an ordinary college graduate, but a sophomore NCAA player.

　　 Wayne’s father used to be a professional basketball player. At the end of his career in the 1990s, he briefly played in the A League which was not yet called the CBA.

　　 Of course, Wayne's father is not well-known, nor has he played for the national team.

　　 And the wages of athletes in that era were similar to those of ordinary workers, so Wayne's family was not rich, rather ordinary.

　　 Wayne also liked basketball since he was a child, and because he inherited his father's genes, he grew taller than ordinary children.

　　 This can explain why the surrounding things have become shorter. In fact, it is not that those things have become shorter, but Wayne is now taller than before!

　　 After graduating from high school, Wayne was sent to the United States to study in the United States for various reasons, where he completed his studies while playing ball.

　　 Finally, the four numbers 2003 appeared in Wayne's mind.

　　 Well, this is the current year...

　　 After the memory gradually became clear, Wayne opened his mouth little by little.

　　 I am crossing over! ?

　　 Wayne has always been a fan of web writing, and has fantasized about crossing this kind of thing many times.

　　 can really meet now, but it is difficult to accept for a while.

　　 After all... he was more than ten years old instantly, from the post-90s to the post-80s.

　　 and Wayne’s waiting for the game "Cyberpunk 2077", after several postponements, it clearly seems that it will be released in more than two months.

　　 It's fine now, but another 17 years!

　　 The sky is so dark, it's so magical!

　　 2020, really is a magical year.

　　 Wayne had been clamoring that it would be great if 2020 could read files again like playing a game. Unexpectedly, he really got such an opportunity.

　　 It's just that...this round is reopened too far...

　　 In this age without smart phones and a developed network environment, isn’t life unpretentious and boring?

　　 "Wait..." After sorting out the new memory, Wayne couldn't help but look at his hands.

　　 In other words, are you a basketball player now?

　　Although it's only an NCAA player, but... Does this mean that you have the opportunity to be a basketball star, enter the NBA, earn money wildly, and win Bai Fumei?

　　 Wayne is a deep basketball fan in his previous life. As a fan, who hasn't become a part of the NBA superstar?

　　 Whether in the past or present, being a basketball star has always been Wayne's ultimate dream.

　　Well, for Wayne, who has been mediocre in the past and can't even get into the high school team, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not so much a dream, as it is a fantasy more appropriate.

　　 But according to Wayne’s new memory, although he is currently playing in the NCAA, it seems that he doesn’t mix well...

　　 The reality is so cruel. As a veteran fan in his previous life, Wayne knows that no Chinese player can successfully enter the NBA stage through the NCAA road.

　　 There are only a few Chinese players who can play in the NBA. How could this kind of good thing fall on him?

　　 The dream seems to be shattered before it even starts.

　　 The kind of thing in which the protagonist inexplicably obtained Grant Hill's ability in the novel "Reverse Growth Superstar" is really just a plot that only appears in the novel.

　　 "Hey, my head hurts..." I don't know whether it was the memory of two people in his head or the cause of being hit by a car. Wayne's head was in pain again.

　　 He couldn't help closing his eyes, and slowly opened them when the pain eased.

　　 But when Wayne opened his eyes again, he was stunned by what he saw.

　　 The words "System has been activated" appeared in front of Wayne!

　　 "This...Is the crossing benefits paid!?"

　　 Wayne was about to take a closer look at the interface in front of him, but the words were wiped out by Diaz's sudden brake.

　　 "We are in the hospital, kid." Diaz turned his head and shouted.

　　 "QTMD!" Wayne couldn't help but scolded him. If his plug-in was lost by this old man, he promised that he would fight hard with that big beard.

　　 "Tomatoes?" Diaz looked at Wayne in surprise and scratched his head.

　　 This kid, I'm afraid I was stunned, right?