"God knows how much I regret giving birth to you! God knows!"

The hoarse female curse with a gifted rap accent severely disturbed Song Ya's dream. He sighed, sat up helplessly, slowly picked up a sweater from the bed and put it on his head.

It has been more than ten days since I traveled back in time. No matter whether I am comfortable with it or not, I can only endure it for now.

Of course, his name is not Song Ya now, and he is no longer Chinese. His full name now is Alexander Song, a fifteen-year-old boy whose biological parents died in a car accident and who lives with his aunt in Chicago.

"M-FXXX's seventeen years old! At the age of seventeen, M-FXXX learned to stay up all night like a blue pond! M-FXXkrrrr~"

There was almost no soundproofing, and a barrage of vulgar words jumped into my ears from downstairs. Aunt Susie was "educating" her seventeen-year-old daughter, Alexander Song's cousin Connie.

"My biological child." Song Ya sighed secretly.

Compared to the reserved Chinese, African-Americans are so "intense" and "unrestrained" in expressing their feelings. Calling their biological daughter "Bitch" and asking her to fuck her mother is just a routine practice of Aunt Susie.

"Yeh, Yeh! Speaking of Bichi, I don't know who even had two children at the age of seventeen!"

Over the years, it became clear that Connie had been scolded, and she immediately retorted without any sign of weakness. Aunt Susie gave birth to her eldest son, Tony, when she was sixteen, and then Connie the next year, and then

, the man who tried his best disappeared without a trace...

"SHXX!"

Aunt Susie was furious when she was poked in the painful spot, "SHXX! You ruthless little Bichi, you are just like that ruthless man. I curse you! I curse you M-FXXX..."

"Hey, hey, the point is staying up all night, right?" Song Ya complained again in her heart.

On this issue, if it were in China, the parents' focus would never go astray, and Aunt Susie was so noisy that she threw the matter of Connie's cousin not coming home all night to Java.

Already...

After getting dressed, Song Ya went out and turned into the bathroom not far away, turned on the faucet and started washing up.

The sound of running water temporarily isolated the quarrel downstairs. He looked in the mirror and looked at himself again in this life.

According to the Chinese aesthetics of black people, he has a slightly childish and good-looking face. Since he is half Chinese, his skin color is also slightly lighter. At the age of fifteen, he is over 1.7 meters tall.

The figure is also quite well-proportioned... Of course, it goes without saying that as a time traveler, it goes without saying that he will become successful in the future, so it doesn't really matter whether the skin is good or bad. After all, this is the United States. In the capital society, as long as you have money, what can't you buy?

"But here's the problem. It's okay to let me travel through time without giving me any special abilities. It's too much to not even let me bring the memories of my past life!"

In the past ten days, no matter Song Ya tried in every possible way, his memory of his previous life was always a blur. Apart from his rapid improvement in math scores, what major events had happened in history, or what books he had read and played in his previous life.

I can't think of games or anything like that. And the math score doesn't mean much. The South Side of Chicago is a slum area where mostly black people gather. The quality of teaching in community middle schools is very poor. The difficulty of the test papers is already low. If the Chinese people don't bring this racial talent to them,

Song Ya is really unplayable.

"Where's the lazy guy? Come down here and have breakfast!"

There were many children and not enough energy to treat them differently. Aunt Susie treated them all equally and never gave Song Ya any abuse or preferential treatment. Of course, the same was true in words.

"Coming!"

Song Ya quickly packed up and hurried downstairs.

The creaking sound from the stair boards indicated that the house was old. It was a standard small house in a slum area. It was a single-family house but not far apart from the houses on the left and right. It was basically made of wood. There were originally two bedrooms, one large and one small, on the second floor.

There is one bathroom, and the larger bedroom is divided into two by a partition. Song Ya and her cousin Tony live in one room, Connie and her ten-year-old sister Emily live in the same room, and Aunt Susie and her younger brother Fu who are less than one year old live in one room.

Reddy stayed in the original small bedroom.

The first floor is an all-in-one structure with the living room, kitchen, and dining room. There is only a small bathroom without a shower under the stairs on the first and second floors.

There was a fierce quarrel, and everyone was still doing what they were supposed to do. Aunt Susie held a spatula in one hand and looked at the golden scrambled eggs in the pot, and held little Freddy in her arms with her big blue eyes.

Coaxing. Aunt Susie's latest boyfriend is a white man, so little Freddy is mulatto.

At the dinner table, Connie and Emily were taking turns filling their own bowls with milk and oatmeal rings from the commercial bottles.

Tony, on the other hand, raised his neck and roughly sucked the cream from the spray can into his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

He swallowed the full amount of cream in one gulp, then turned the mouth of the jar and pointed it at Song Ya.

"No."

Song Ya shook her head and refused. The soul in this body has been replaced. Aunt Susie and Tony's bucket figures as well as Connie's visible horizontal trend serve as a warning. Obesity is definitely an enemy that he must always be wary of in this life.

"You've changed a lot lately, Alex." Tony said.

"Really?" Song Ya's heart tightened: "Which aspect?"

"Um……"

Tony began to eliminate milk-soaked oats, "It's just... it's just a feeling... you know."

"What a simple thing! Just for women!"

Connie laughed at Song Ya and said, "Who did you get involved with?" She once again successfully deflected the topic.

"I……"

Before Song Ya could follow her train of thought, Aunt Susie divided the soft Western-style scrambled eggs evenly on the plates in front of the four brothers and sisters, "Shut your mouth, finish it quickly, and don't miss the school bus!" She was very excited now.

Don't want to see Connie.

"Wait while I change my clothes! I'll be ready soon!" Connie didn't reply this time, she jumped up and rushed upstairs quickly.

In America, a girl wearing yesterday's clothes usually means she hasn't gone home for the night, so Connie's main purpose of going home in the morning is to change her clothes.

"Who sent her back this morning?" Aunt Susie took this opportunity to ask in a low voice. It turned out that she had not forgotten this.

"I didn't know, I only heard the sound of the engine." Tony replied, and secretly stepped on Song Ya's foot.

Song Ya shook his head. He actually didn't know. Little Emily also shook her head.

Aunt Susie didn't delve into it further and went back to concentrate on cleaning the kitchen utensils. "Hey! Black woman..." she lamented in a low voice.

Milk, oatmeal rings, scrambled eggs, it only took Song Ya three minutes to finish them all. It is now 1990, and the welfare system in the United States should not be as good as the era before he time traveled, but for those with five children

For a single-parent family, it seems that there is no problem in meeting the most basic needs of food, clothing, housing, transportation and education, and there is even a surplus of calories in terms of food.

After Connie had changed her clothes, the four brothers and sister said goodbye to Aunt Susie and left the house together.

Different from Song Ya's impression of the United States before crossing, there are no lawns in front of or behind the community houses here. There are only gray weeds and randomly accumulated debris, wooden fences in disrepair, and various types of dilapidated cars.

.Including Aunt Susie, there are several nearby houses with a small Cameroonian flag hanging at the door, indicating that they still remember their roots in the African continent.

“It’s so cold!”

Not only was the temperature low in Chicago in February, but the wind was also very strong. Emily shivered and quickly hid her body behind Tony.
Chapter completed!