Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Ah!

The screams almost pierced Tang Yisheng's eardrums.

Then the world began to spin.

A muffled thud.

Tang Yisheng fell headfirst into the ditch and nearly suffocated.

What happened?

I remember last night I accompanied the chubby guy who had just broken up with his girlfriend again, drinking alone. He seemed completely drunk.

Could it be that he has blacked out?

But you can't ride a bicycle either.

Tang Yisheng hasn't ridden a bicycle in over 20 years. How could he do something like this after drinking himself into oblivion?

and--

Tang Yisheng strained to look up, his gaze passing over the hill, and from a deathly angle, he saw a tender, immature... chin.

This scene seems familiar.

Tang Yisheng's mind was not sluggish as if he had just had a hangover.

Twenty-three years ago, on his way to school at noon, Tang Yisheng's handlebars were caught by four girls riding bicycles side by side as they overtook him from both sides, resulting in a bizarre traffic accident.

Tang Yisheng pressed the girl on the right under his body. Because her legs were supported by the bicycle, he had to climb up twice before he could get up.

However, a chance encounter with a beautiful woman can be either a blessing or a curse.

In the afternoon, the girl's "rumored boyfriend" rushed to Tang Yisheng's classroom and beat him up in front of the class.

Young people care about their image.

From then on, Tang Yisheng felt like he had thorns in his back, always feeling that people around him were openly or secretly plotting against him.

His concentration was severely scattered, leading to a decline in grades...

Of course.

Tang Yisheng's grades weren't great to begin with, but fortunately his foundation was good, so he hit rock bottom after a short while.

But human nature tends to find excuses for one's failures at any time and in any place.

This incident became the most unforgettable memory of Tang Yisheng's high school life.

Every time I drink half a jin of herbal tea, the memory of my youthful days makes me feel like I have a fishbone stuck in my throat.

Ugh.

Tang Yisheng struggled to turn over, resting his head on the hill and gazing up at the sky.

The handlebars were pressing against his left rib, causing a sharp, dull pain, but that couldn't stop him from admiring the two soft cotton candies floating in the sky.

The air was filled with the fresh, fragrant scent of rain-soaked grass and a hint of milky aroma.

That's so true.

It was so real that even Tang Yisheng wanted to cry.

The girl involved in the car accident was named Zhang Lei, and she was one of the stubborn things that Tang Yisheng kept buried deep in his heart...

Tang Yisheng and I were classmates for two years in junior high school and the first year of senior high school, but our relationship ended after we were separated into arts and sciences in the second year of senior high school.

Whether it's a dream or something else.

Since he had another chance for close contact, Tang Yisheng preferred to linger a little longer.

My right ankle and right ribs are really painful.

Based on Tang Yisheng's 42 years of life experience, the starting point is level four pain.

It was so bad that it could wake me up from the pain.

Was it a drunken dream?

My five senses are crystal clear, and the scene is exceptionally vivid...

Could it be that I've been reborn?

The hazy memories gradually became clearer, and Tang Yisheng could even sketch out the core model hidden in the two cotton candies floating in the sky.

The blood and qi were just about to surge up.

"You...you get out of the way!"

Her voice was filled with embarrassment and urgency, mixed with a hint of anger.

He wasn't in a hurry lying on Zhang Lei, but someone else was.

Not just one.

Not only were the people trapped underneath anxious, but the girls waiting nearby seemed even more anxious.

"Hey! What are you doing, just standing there like that!"

"Get out of here!"

Amidst the cacophony of insults and jeers, Tang Yisheng was dragged to his feet, and his outer thigh and hip were kicked hard twice.

The dark blue Trek 24-speed mountain bike was also innocently injured a second time. It was originally leaning against Tang Yisheng on the right, but now it was pulled up and then slammed to the left.

Tang Yisheng glanced at it.

The one who crashed the bike is Jiang Ruoxi.

The fat man's first love was the culprit who single-handedly caused him to experience three breakups.

A ponytail, almond-shaped eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a classic oval face.

The bike was already upright, but it had to fall again. Would it kill you to just put the kickstand up?

The fat guy is the same.

Aside from his good eyesight, he's good for nothing.

He wasn't chosen by his wife even after she married three times, yet he still went out of his way to attend her wedding and give her a gift for the third time.

That's really licking my boots.

Tang Yisheng disagreed with this, but understood it.

After all, for Fatty, having been in love with Jiang Ruoxi for over 20 years, his sycophantic behavior had become a real thing, and it had become second nature.

However, Tang Yisheng always felt that a woman like Jiang Ruoxi, who had a bad reputation, was not suitable for an honest and simple fat man.

I feel this even more strongly now.

"What are you looking at!"

Tang Yisheng was just pulled up when he was pushed and stumbled.

It was the domineering young woman, Jiang Ruoxi, who took action.

She was the one who kicked me just now.

He actually touched me inappropriately—

For the sake of my friend Fatty, I'll let it slide for now.

Tang Yisheng then looked at Zhang Lei, who had gotten up from the ground.

Her chest was full; you could tell at a glance that she was a good mother who wouldn't let her child go hungry.

Short hair, jeans, white t-shirt, with a black hat faintly visible underneath.

No wonder I almost suffocated just now.

No wonder—

"If you dare look again, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Of the four female classmates, Jiang Ruoxi was the most like a hot pepper.

Tang Yisheng frowned slightly.

"You hit me and you think you're in the right?"

"Four people riding bikes side by side, are you students or road bullies?"

"Do you know how to say 'sorry'? Do you know how many strokes are in the word 'politeness'?"

Tang Yisheng spat, picked up his bicycle, straddled it, and kicked off with his right foot, speeding away.

Hong Kong and Macau had just returned to China, and the separation of men and women was still very clear.

Several girls, used to being assertive when facing boys, were suddenly scolded by boys who were supposed to be shy, leaving them bewildered and at a loss.

By the time they realized what had happened, the 'perpetrator' who acted unpredictably had already fled.

The girls behind him were left in a state of impotent rage after a brief moment of stunned silence.

Perhaps only Jiang Ruoxi was enraged.

Tang Yisheng was riding his bicycle on the road.

The school is located in the southwest, and we are going against the wind at this moment.

With the mountain bike's front chainring in second gear and the freewheel shifted from first to third gear, Tang Yisheng finally felt relaxed.

The experience was very novel.

Having not ridden a bicycle for over twenty years, he now pedaled while looking around with great interest.

The street scenes are still the same as I remember.

Several low-rise, densely packed bungalows are brazenly situated in what will become the most bustling downtown area.

The north side of the road is where the future Wanda Plaza will be located.

On the south side of the road east of the overpass, the site currently under construction will become the Bank of Communications, and in two years, this street to the south will be a famous financial district.

After the demolition on the east side of the road, five or six office buildings of several dozen stories were erected on the original site to the south.

At the intersection north of the Bank of Communications, a landmark building will be built, 303 meters tall and 60 stories high, which will become famous for its design that evokes female fantasies.

Tang Yisheng twisted his right arm and glanced at it sideways.

My elbow scraped against the painted road, and the sweat soaked it, deceiving my pain receptors—this is called "soaking pain deception" (effervescent tablets).

The 42-year-old soul knows the tricks to find joy in hardship and never suffers internally.

If he were truly reborn, he would definitely be a crab.

Tang Yisheng couldn't help but sigh.

If you were to live your life again, you could see the trajectory of the times clearly, and even if you only grasp a tiny fraction of it, that would be enough.

Because information asymmetry is money, the key to wealth, and the foundation of happiness.

With several months to go before the new millennium, housing prices are incredibly low, and getting rich quick through demolition compensation remains an objective law.

Tang Yisheng had a good understanding of the stock market from the year before last until the upcoming Olympics, since information gathering and summarizing were basic skills for urban fiction writers.

The information about football betting comes from Tang Yisheng's hobby, which started when the Chinese team participated in the World Cup in 02. He criticizes and watches the games every year, a kind of persistent self-torture.

There are also upcoming ringtone music, various business models and strategies that will flourish ten years from now, and the opportunities presented by online shopping...

Any one of these options would allow Tang Yisheng to live a carefree life for the rest of his days.

Moreover, Tang Yisheng also remembered the college entrance examination questions from 2000 and 2001 very clearly.

This stemmed from his own experience of being a first-time graduate and repeating a year, as well as his overly stubborn interpretation of "cowardice," "sensitivity," and "inferiority complex." For a period of time during his early university years, Tang Yisheng used four sets of A/B exam papers over two years as a way to pass the time and "vent his anger."

Lost in thought, the mountain bike glided smoothly to the crossroads and turned right.

We've arrived at school.