New body II?

As I sat in my seat and pretended to listen to the teacher, I started to think secretly. Since my blood type is 0 RH negative, there is no way they can transfer my brain and heart to another body and make me open my eyes in another body. Because of my blood type, organ transplantation is very difficult.

Of course, I still had to take a blood test to be completely sure. If my blood type is different from 0 rh negative, it would definitely mean that I was resurrected in another person's body after I died. Even if it is hard but possible to transplant my brain into another body, they can't use a transplant bone marrow to change my blood type. As I was deciding to take a test to determine my blood type at the first opportunity, I heard the bell.

As everyone was packing their bags and heading out, I realized that it was the last bell of the school, so I grabbed my bag, put all my belongings in it and left the classroom.

After following the crowd out of the school, I formed a line in the garden with the other students.

It didn't take me long to realize why we had to form a line. I learned from the gossip among the students that today was the last day of school and we were going to the last class of high school. So soon they will call everyone in line in front of all the students and give out report cards and this will be the last time we will come to school.

After watching the report card distribution ceremony for a while, it was my turn and I went and got my report card from the principal like everyone else and went back to my desk. Fortunately, the school was not as crowded as I thought it would be.

There were almost 40 students in our class. So I thought this process would take a long time, but it turned out that there were only 2 classrooms full of students in their senior year.

I gave neutral answers as best I could to a few students who were being overly friendly with me and brushed them off. After I left the school, I found a currency in my pocket that I had never seen before.

According to what was written on the currency, it was yuan, the currency used in China in my previous life. After taking out 4 5 yuan notes from my pocket and checking the front and back, I made sure that I had never seen the people whose pictures were printed on the notes before.

With each clue I found, that near-impossible possibility became more realistic.

After finding a random cafe and sitting down, I looked at the menu and realized that the money I had in my hand was valuable enough. After asking the waiter to bring the darkest coffee he could, I took out the phone in my pocket and continued browsing the internet.

------- 30 minutes later

I finished the coffee, which was unsatisfactorily decaffeinated, left two of the bills in my pocket on the table, enough for a tip, and walked out of the café.

I have spent the last half hour researching a lot of information about the previous owner of this phone and also the previous owner of this body.

I memorized as much information as I could about the original owner of my current body by looking at what he was browsing on social media and what he had posted on social media in the past.

Then I found the address of the house he had posted many times on social media and started walking towards it. 99% chance that this was the boy's house.

When I arrived in front of the house and knocked on the door, a woman who looked about the same age as the owner of my current body opened the door. And all of a sudden she ran and jumped on me and hugged me.

"You finally came, son. You have no idea how worried I was waiting for you. So what happened? Did you graduate? How's your report card?"

As I looked at the beautiful woman hugging me, I realized that what the boy had written on his social media account was not a joke. This person was indeed the boy's mother.

Come to think of it, even the pictures I had just seen on the money were of young people.

And suddenly, as if I had noticed something strange, I closed my eyes and started to think about everything I had seen from the moment I opened my eyes in class.

Everyone I saw seemed to be either my age or younger. It makes no difference on the street or at school.

Even the principal of the school was a young man.

The probability that I have migrated to another world after my death has increased so much that I must now accept it as true. Otherwise, it will be like I am opposing the art of probability. I quickly got myself to accept that I had been transferred to another world and changed my thinking accordingly.

And I reorganized my plans to learn something about the world we were in.

After handing the woman the report card from my bag, I smiled and pushed her away from me, not forgetting to mutter about how much she had pestered me like a regular teenager.

------ the next day

For the past whole day I've been going through the belongings of the former owner of the body and researching things about this world on the internet. Once I'd gotten all the useless information out of my head, I made a list of everything that was left.