Reborn a Second Time

"massage?"

Liu Yiyi's round eyes widened as she glanced at Mo Yu. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? Don't make me feel uncomfortable after you've finished massaging me."

"Who do you think you are?" Mo Yu slammed her hand on the table. "This is a family heirloom technique. Everyone in the surrounding area knows the fame of my Mo family's bone-setting skills!"

"Alright then... I'll see what your skills are like tomorrow." Liu Yiyi glanced at him with some suspicion. "Let me tell you, I'm practically an expert in this area. I can tell whether your skills are good or not just by trying."

"Don't worry... I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Mo Yu patted her chest loudly.

Miler looked at Mo Yu with some concern, wanting to say something but unable to speak.

Liu Yiyi ignored all that and waved her hand, saying, "Since we're going to watch the flag-raising ceremony, let's head back."

The group of people hurriedly began packing their things.

As Mo Yu and her group walked out, they passed Chen Shuo's table, where he was chatting animatedly with Zhang Yang and a few others.

Upon seeing Mo Yu and the others pass by, Chen Shuo instinctively stood up, a somewhat obsequious yet sincere smile plastered on his face. He nodded to Mo Yu, "Master Mo, take care, see you later!"

Seeing Chen Shuo's sudden change from arrogance to obsequiousness, Mo Yu didn't take it to heart, greeted him with a smile, and left.

As soon as we left the KTV, a night breeze blew, instantly carrying away the stuffiness of the private room and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on everyone.

Mo Yu hailed a taxi and was about to say goodbye to Mi Le, who was standing to the side, when a figure flashed by—Zhao Man had already pulled Mi Le into the back seat.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Yiyi and the others also went inside, waving goodbye to him as they left.

"Bye-bye... Little Fish... See you tomorrow morning."

"Bye-Bye……"

Seeing that Mi Le was about to stick his head out of the car window, but Liu Yiyi shoved it back in, he could only exchange a helpless glance with him before the car quickly disappeared from his sight.

Suppressing a barely suppressed laugh, Mo Yu shrugged and turned to walk towards the hotel.

He understood Liu Yiyi and the others' actions. After all, he had only known Mi Le for a day, and he couldn't let her be eaten up so quickly.

I also need time to clear my head.

After today's events, he has gained some understanding of the living conditions of people like Liu Yiyi.

As the Tang Dynasty poet Gu Kuang once said, "Living in the capital is not easy."

The situation tonight reveals the social class of people like Liu Yiyi and Zhang Yang.

For people like them, the necessary expenses for food and drinks, banquets, clothing, gifts, entertainment, insurance, daily expenses, children's education, and health care can easily add up to 5 yuan per month.

Those with an annual income of less than 500,000 to 600,000 simply cannot survive.

Of course, there are ways to live even with less money. Just like ordinary people with a monthly income of five or six thousand, they can also live very comfortably.

However, people with a monthly income of five or six thousand can't really hang out with those who earn fifty or sixty thousand a month.

Guo Degang once said about this: "If Jack Ma and I were in-laws, when we were having dinner together, he would be thinking about big business deals worth hundreds of millions, while I would be thinking about how to pack up the leftovers on the table and take them home."

People from completely different social classes are not on the same wavelength. Based on this point alone, it is very difficult for two people from different social classes to become close friends.

Today, Mi Le is able to become best friends with Liu Yiyi, Zhao Man, and Bai Xue, playing and having fun together, because they are classmates and alumni. The school will compress the differences between students to the minimum, so most students will not feel the class difference with their classmates on campus. But once everyone enters society, this difference will be ruthlessly manifested.

As a man, if I intend to have a serious relationship with Miler, I can't hold my girlfriend back. The best and most direct way to do that is to have wealth that is no less than that of others.

My original idea was to use my spatial abilities to make money through freight transportation, but now it seems that accumulating wealth in this way is too slow.

Even if you make a trip to Beijing every three days and earn 15,000 yuan per trip, ten trips a month would only amount to 150,000 yuan. After deducting food, drink and travel expenses, you could probably save around 100,000 yuan.

But this is only the ideal situation, and it's impossible for him to have steel coils to pull every day.

And most importantly, this way of making money is too risky; if you walk the dark path too often, you'll eventually run into a ghost.

If someone with ulterior motives discovers that a young man is nominally a long-distance truck driver but actually frequently travels across the country by train and plane, with the destination matching the delivery address, the consequences would be unbearable for him.

It seems I didn't think things through properly. Using my personal space to run freight transport is fine occasionally, but if I keep doing it like this, I'll eventually be exposed.

Mo Yu returned to her accommodation, the Atour Hotel, while pondering these thoughts.

Just as he was about to return to his room, he saw rows of bookshelves at the hotel reception desk, filled with books for guests to enjoy.

Mo Yu checked the time again; it was already 1:30 a.m. Even if she went back to her room to rest now, she wouldn't get to sleep for more than a few hours. She might as well take a book back to her room and read it.

He went to the front desk and asked if he could take a book back to his room.

The receptionist was a young woman in her early twenties, with rather pretty features.

After hearing Mo Yu's request, she said that she could take the books back to the room, but she needed to register at the front desk and return them when she checked out.

After thanking him, Mo Yu casually took two popular novels and returned to her room.

after an hour

"My God... what on earth is this?"

Looking at the two popular novels in her hands, which the receptionist said were very popular, Mo Yu's expression resembled that of an old man looking at his phone on the subway.

"No way... It's 2026 now! You said your novel would be very popular with readers, and it's turned into this mess?"

Mo Yu, who was lying in bed preparing to read, could hardly believe his eyes. He clearly remembered that in his previous life, although the zombie virus had wiped out 90 percent of humanity and the government and human order had almost collapsed, a certain amount of civilization had still been preserved.

Take himself for example. His personal space contains a large collection of books that his parents had collected and preserved. He clearly remembers that there are quite a few wonderful novels among those books.

"Oh, right..."

Thinking of this, Mo Yu had a sudden thought, and a pile of books suddenly appeared in mid-air and fell onto the bed with a clatter.

"Introduction to Music, Basic Music Theory, Berklee Practical Music Theory, Chinese Historical Documents, History of the Ming Dynasty... these are all incorrect."

Looking at the pile of music books, Mo Yu remained silent for a long time. These books were left behind by her father and mother in her previous life.

In her previous life, Mo Yu's parents were both high school teachers; one taught history and the other music. These books can be considered as their legacy.