Lower town.
F32 area.
The huge display screen right above the central square kept flashing due to lack of power, and the number on it was stuck at 23:59.
The square was packed with people, all looking up at the display screen, waiting for the next tick of time.
Ning Fan stood in the crowd, appearing calm.
But his tightly clenched fists betrayed his inner nervousness.
Every January 1st, the Upper City will select the most outstanding person from each district of the Lower City to enter the Upper City.
This is the highest honor for every resident in the lower city, and also the only chance to change their fate.
According to legend, the upper city has warm sunshine, clear rivers and fresh air.
Even the dogs in the upper city have clean and healthy food.
Many people don't believe this.
How could it be possible that the dogs in the upper city lived better than the people in the lower city?
Finally, the display flickered.
A name appeared on it.
【Sun Wenhui】
Ning Fan loosened his fists and his eyes dimmed a little.
The scene suddenly changed from quiet to noisy.
"Fuck! Who is this Sun Wenhui? What right does he have?"
Beside him, a chubby boy about Ning Fan's age looked dissatisfied and tugged at him, "Dafan, why isn't it you?"
Why not me?
hehe.
I want to know too.
Ning Fan's eyes were still fixed on the screen.
In the selection exam a month ago, Ning Fan scored full marks in all nine assessments.
This also means that it is impossible for anyone to perform better than him.
At that moment, even Ning Fan himself believed that no one else would be selected to go to the upper city this year except him.
But the glaring name on the screen continued to flash, as if mocking his arrogance.
"Dafan, I found out."
At this time, a man with glasses squeezed through the crowd and came to Ning Fan's side. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said unconvincedly, "I heard that this Sun Wenhui seems to have one-thirty-second Shangcheng bloodline."
When Ning Fan saw Sun Wenhui's name appear, his expression did not change.
But I heard Little Glasses say that he was eliminated because of this reason...
Ning Fan smiled.
Somewhat helpless, yet somewhat relieved.
"Dafan, are you okay?"
The little fat man thought Ning Fan was stimulated.
"It's okay."
Ning Fan shrugged his shoulders. "After all, we have no blood relationship with the people in Upper City. It's not unfair that we can't compete with them."
"Are those uncles in Upper City out of their minds? They chose a 1/32nd-rated kid over you, a top student with all-around skills."
Little Glasses also spoke up for Ning Fan.
They knew how hard Ning Fan had worked since he was a child.
But all the efforts were lost to the so-called one-thirty-second upper city bloodline.
If it were them, they would have cursed a long time ago.
"It's okay, Dafan. If it doesn't work out this year, we can try next year. We're only eighteen anyway, so we have plenty of time."
The little fat man consoled him, "I just don't believe that next year a half-blooded bastard will show up to compete with you! Your strength is there!"
"No."
Ning Fan smiled and said, "I don't plan to take the exam next year."
The little fat boy and the boy with glasses were both stunned.
"My mom can't wait a year."
Ning Fan seemed to be lost in thought, and murmured, "I want to be a traveler."
…
On the way home, Ning Fan's smile had disappeared.
The streets were filled with discussions about the results of the Uptown selection.
The name Sun Wenhui is the biggest topic in the F32 area today.
These sounds seemed extremely harsh to him.
After returning home, Ning Fan came to the bedside.
The mother is still in a coma.
In the lower city, even breathing is fatal.
The air in the lower city contains a harmful substance called miasma.
If the human body absorbs miasma for a long time, it will become like an unstable time bomb and may collapse at any time.
My mother's body has collapsed.
The reason why Ning Fan participated in the Shangcheng selection was that once he was selected by Shangcheng, he would receive special medicine from Shangcheng for free.
A special medicine for treating miasma.
"Mom, I'm sorry."
Ning Fan took his mother's dry hand and said, "I wasn't selected."
"Mom, people in the upper city seem to prefer people who share their blood, even if it's only one-thirty-second part."
"Actually, I'm quite unwilling to accept this. In the entire F32 area, I'm the only one who passed all nine assessments with full marks, yet I was still eliminated."
"I'm going to become a traveler. This is the only way I can make money to buy you special medicine."
"I know that being a traveler means going into the wild, which is... dangerous."
"To be honest, I'm really scared. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back. If I really die out there, what will you do..."
"However, since there is still hope for your recovery, even if it means taking a gamble, I'm going to give it a try."
"Mom, I also want you to touch my head and praise me for being a sensible child."
Ning Fan's eyes were red as he talked a lot to his mother until a ray of light shone in from the window.
Finally, he rubbed his eyes, stood up, and took the only gift his mother gave him when he was a child.
It was a broken sword that looked like a firewood stick, dark in color and smelled cheap.
"Mom, I'm leaving."
Although he knew his mother wouldn't respond, Ning Fan still said goodbye softly, "Wait until I come back."
But just as he was about to go out, he suddenly noticed that a corner of a piece of paper was sticking out from under the edge of his mother's bed.
Ning Fan walked over curiously.
Could it be...
Is this a letter that my mother wrote to me when she was conscious?
After pulling out the paper, he was slightly startled by the title on it.
Pedigree Test Report
Ning Fan was puzzled. He couldn't remember when he had his bloodline tested.
But it does have his name written on it.
Detection target: Ning Fan.
Test results: Not of Uptown descent.
Seeing this, Ning Fan smiled bitterly.
Of course he knew he didn't have Upper City blood, otherwise...
How could he be eliminated by Shangcheng?
But just when he was about to put the paper away, he found a handwritten note on the back: Not of the Lower City bloodline either.
After this sentence, there is a big question mark drawn in red pen.
Ning Fan stared at the question mark in shock.
He wasn't surprised that she wasn't of Upper City descent.
But it's not Downtown blood...
Then I...
What is it?
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