Reborn to prepare for the college entrance exam, you're letting me retire and make a comeback?

In the private room, Lu Qian looked at the aloof Chen Yufei, who was stubbornly holding up her phone and asking for QQ, and instantly understood.

This girl doesn't actually want to lose the game; she just wants an excuse to get my QQ number.

Chen Yufei's little thoughts were as clear as an open book to him, who had been through it all.

But of course, he could only pretend to be stupid.

On the other side, Chen Yufei's cheeks flushed as he stared at her, but she still didn't put her phone away. She just turned her head slightly and looked at the decorative painting in the corner of the private room, not daring to look Lu Qian in the eye.

"Okay."

Lu Qian readily agreed, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I thought it was something serious."

Since Chen Yufei has taken the initiative, he doesn't need to hold back.

What's more, she's the campus belle of Fujian Normal University. Even if she's just sitting around gathering dust in your contact list, it's still a unique kind of collecting.

That said, what man would refuse a contact list full of beautiful women?

So he casually rattled off a string of numbers.

After giving out the number, I didn't think about it anymore and prepared to pack my things and leave.

Chen Yufei looked down and tapped her phone a few times, seemingly searching for and adding friends.

After a few seconds, she tilted her head slightly, looked at her phone screen, and read out Lu Qian's QQ name with a hint of teasing:

"A little Lu?"

"Your QQ name is quite... cute?"

Chen Yufei smiled radiantly, as if she had discovered something interesting.

"Oh?"

Lu Qian was stunned for a moment before he remembered that his long-forgotten QQ account used such a nickname.

Since WeChat became ubiquitous 15 years ago, he hasn't used QQ much. He's forgotten his QQ account's username and such because he hasn't used it for so long.

"It's alright, I just picked it randomly."

He gave a vague reply, not taking it seriously.

He reached for his phone and instinctively tapped the penguin icon he had almost forgotten about.

Upon logging in, the interface remained unchanged from several years ago, appearing dark and with the contact list still in light blue.

I casually opened my QQ space to see what I posted back then...

However, when he saw the signature section of his profile, he was completely taken aback.

The signature prominently displayed several large characters flashing with non-mainstream Martian script effects:

【╰ァI love you, I have no skills, I'm just stubborn! ℡】

I love you, without any finesse, just a raw and genuine love.

"..."

Embarrassment and shame almost overwhelmed Lu Qian; this man in his thirties nearly broke down after seeing those words.

Lu Qian didn't know if the girl he liked would blush when she saw this, but he almost did.

I wasn't moved by that sentence, I was just too embarrassed.

It seemed as if a three-bedroom, one-living-room house was already faintly appearing beneath my feet.

Lu Qian recalled the self-righteous and unrestrained adolescent mentality he had when he wrote that signature back then, and he felt terrible.

"So you're putting on this sentimental act, buddy?"

More than a decade ago, a bullet fired by Lu Qian has now struck him right in the eyebrow.

Having been reborn, this dark history must be destroyed on the spot!

Shakespeare said that if you don’t think you were a fool when you look back at yourself a year ago, then you’ve wasted that year.

Lu Qian now feels that his past self was an idiot, which can be seen as proof that he has grown up.

He tapped and swiped his finger across the screen, deleting the signature line that had caused his social death without hesitation.

After a moment's thought, I typed a new signature:

[On a lone boat, I listen to the snow falling; I sit and watch the vastness of heaven and earth.]

"Hmm, this is good."

Lu Qian nodded in satisfaction: "It has that air of unparalleled skill."

At least when you see this signature, the aloof, cold, and detached air about it is instantly amplified.

Then I glanced at the time and realized that it seemed like we had been delayed for quite a while.

"Senior, I'll be going now."

Lu Qian grabbed his coat, turned around, and strode quickly toward the door of the private room.

"Huh? Oh... okay."

Chen Yufei looked up, seemingly still somewhat immersed in the joy of successfully adding a friend.

Seeing Lu Qian about to leave in a hurry, she subconsciously replied, "Be careful on the road."

"Got it!" Lu Qian waved his hand and quickly disappeared out the door.

My older sister is the best; she knows how to care for people.

No sooner had Lu Qian left than Shen Xinyi, who was on the other side of the sofa, was woken up by the sound of the door closing.

She rubbed her eyes groggily and sat up, the blanket slipping off her shoulders.

Looking around, she found that only she and Chen Yufei were left in the private room, along with Chen Jianye and his son who were still fast asleep across from her.

"Um... Sister Yufei?"

Shen Xinyi's voice was heavy with sleep: "Where's Lu Qian? Did he leave?"

"Yes," Chen Yufei nodded, put her phone away, and her expression returned to calm. "He said he went for a morning run."

"A morning run?" Shen Xinyi asked in surprise. "It's only a little past six o'clock, and he's already going for a run so early?"

Thinking back, he muttered to himself, "I don't remember ever hearing that Lu Qian had a habit of jogging in the mornings back in school."

"Didn't he always arrive at the classroom right on time?"

This student girl was completely stumped.

……

……

Meanwhile, they were parked in the parking lot downstairs at the clubhouse.

As soon as Lu Qian stepped outside, he saw the "Hellfire" painted ghost fire scooter that the system had rewarded him with.

The sleek body lines, the red and black paint that resembles burning flames, and the cold yet alluring light shining through every inch of metal in the dim morning light, along with the exaggerated rear wing and wide tires, all exude a wildness.

"No wonder it's every man's ultimate dream... This will-o'-the-wisp is absolutely awesome!"

Lu Qian strode forward and touched the cool fuel tank cap with great affection. The touch was silky smooth, definitely top-notch craftsmanship.

"Products made by the system are always top-notch. I love it!"

He straddled it, and the comfortable cushion instantly conformed to his body.

comfortable.

Turn the key, and the engine roars like a wild beast awakening.

With a twist of the accelerator, it sped off with a whoosh!

The first gentle breeze of the morning caressed his cheeks, and the boy's exuberance, like starlight in the moonlight, radiated an untamed and flamboyant light.

It was still the young man riding a white horse in the spring breeze, only now the white horse under his hooves had been replaced by Red Hare.

After all, a good horse is a good man, and a good saddle is a good horse. Having changed into a ghost fire outfit, one should naturally be a bit more arrogant.

Hey guys, what do you think of my Ghostfire?

Why are you doing this all the way, Oppa?

A short while later, Lu Qian parked the car in West Lake Park.

At around 6 a.m., the mist in West Lake Park had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was moist and fresh.

West Lake Park is a holy land for middle-aged and elderly health enthusiasts. The fitness area near the lake is already bustling with people.

An elderly man in a white exercise uniform was practicing Tai Chi with gentle movements; middle-aged women lined up in neat rows, chanting slogans as they did calisthenics; and a kung fu enthusiast in a red shirt was slapping a tree trunk.

The most eye-catching group, however, was the "tree-bumping faction" gathered under several thick old locust trees.

An elderly man dressed in a gray cloth jacket was standing under the tree, repeatedly striking the trunk with his back while muttering incantations, as if performing some ancient ritual.

Sink your Qi to your Dantian, unify your waist and stance, and exert force at a steady pace using your spine as the axis.

He's a master.

"Oh my, look at Master Wang's butt, it's getting more and more perky with each bump..."

"Old Wang bumps his head against trees every day, no wonder he lived to be 90. It seems there's some skill involved in that tree-bumping technique..."

"That old man... he's incredible!"

"..."

The old man who hit the tree was surrounded by a group of middle-aged and elderly people who were watching intently, muttering to themselves.

Mr. Wang is 92 years old this year, and can be considered the elder brother in this square. He has been doing this for more than 30 years without missing a single day.

If Lu Qian were to see this old man, he would immediately think of his classmate Zhang Liu.

This guy has developed an almost obsessive affection for the back door of the classroom.

Om-! ! !

Suddenly, the sound of an engine roaring, completely out of place with the surrounding environment, came from afar and instantly shattered the tranquility of the park.

Everyone looked in astonishment toward the sound and saw a flashy and cool motorcycle speeding into the park, then making a beautiful drift and a sharp stop right next to the area where it had crashed into the tree.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, kicking up a bit of dust.

Lu Qian slowly took off his helmet, almost unable to resist shaking his hair.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on this uninvited guest, and everyone frowned.

"Whose kid is this? What's he up to riding this thing to the park so early in the morning?" the elderly folks wondered.

He's all red and dirty; you can tell at a glance he's a troubled kid.

But the next moment, under the astonished and uncertain gazes of everyone, Lu Qian suddenly pushed off the handlebars and nimbly jumped off the will-o'-the-wisp.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he strode over to the old locust tree next to Master Wang.

Boom!

West Lake Park suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Only a few sparrows, startled, flapped their wings and flew away into the distance.