Rebirth 08: A Happy Life Begins in Elementary School

Father, though you're so far away, you're right here in front of me.

However, this identity now needs to be kept even more secret than his assets.

People can accept that a mysterious figure has high cognitive abilities, and that the director of the New Taipei City Planning Institute can even publish articles from an academic perspective to reason things out. But what if they knew that this mysterious person is actually a primary school student...?

Everything fell apart.

Nobody wants to reason with elementary school students.

At that point, no matter how well-founded Li Zhao's views were, it was meaningless.

There is also the risk of revealing one's identity as a reborn individual.

What Li Zhao wanted to do was to further develop the influence of this pen name.

"Dad, do you hope what he said will come true?"

"Of course, things about livability are good for us. I saw some content in today's article that seems quite beneficial to ordinary people. Disaster prevention, upgrading old urban areas, and democratization of planning are all good. I don't understand those comments about big cities, and this person who said that urban villages can't be demolished in a one-size-fits-all manner got criticized to death by the market, hahaha."

This was within Li Zhao's expectations. At this time, demolition and relocation were in full swing. As the provincial capital, Xinbei had the precedent of Baijiang New City directly making an entire village financially independent. Countless people were hoping to become demolition beneficiaries.

But to Li Zhao's surprise, everyone actually agreed on disaster prevention and the upgrading of the old city.

"Hey son, haven't you been reading some planning books lately? Why don't you take a look at this article and see if you can understand it?"

"Let's talk about it after we finish eating."

After finishing his meal, Li Changlin had completely forgotten about the matter and was engrossed in discussing the store opening plan with Zhou Xiaoyun.

Their passion lasted much longer than Li Zhao had imagined.

That's good. It seems like you're really under pressure, and your analysis is becoming more and more specific.

Li Zhao did pay the money, but he didn't care about the various procedures that followed.

Let's wait until the renovation stage before getting involved.

As long as his parents don't ruin Tianhu's shop, Li Zhao doesn't care how much he earns.

Li Zhao was already satisfied with the results of this matter in "changing parents".

Li Zhao read his article from beginning to end again in his room, and couldn't help but laugh after reading it.

I never imagined that he would have such a day.

His work was published in the South China Weekly in a short time and even sparked a certain degree of discussion, which is a privilege usually reserved for established authors.

In his previous life, Li Zhao actually had a literary dream, otherwise he wouldn't have written a book called "Return to Truth" when he was in elementary school.

Later, I made some vague attempts, such as submitting articles to weekly magazines for primary and secondary school students, continuing to write a collection of articles, and trying to write some online articles in my early high school years.

Ultimately, they were all trapped by the "college entrance examination".

At that time, Li Zhao only cared about success, ignoring not only feelings but also dreams.

Nothing is more important than getting a high score on the college entrance exam essay.

Thus, all attempts at literature ultimately ended in superficial exploration.

However, the experience and writing skills accumulated during that time are indispensable to Li Zhao's current influence.

A sentence suddenly popped into his mind:

"All the efforts you make will one day benefit you."

who said it?

He Shuyao.

In high school, Li Zhao was so engrossed in his studies that he fell asleep on his desk. He Shuyao slipped him a note.

The neat handwriting contained this sentence.

At that time, Li Zhao didn't feel anything. He had always believed that hard work equals success. It wasn't until today that he suddenly realized the true meaning of this statement.

Effort doesn't necessarily yield immediate results, and striving for quick results might be misguided.

But there's nothing wrong with trying; "having tried" is always a reason to be true to yourself.

Li Zhao stared blankly for a while before getting back into writing.

He wants to delve deeper into these seven topics, incorporating current mainstream ideas, and write in a way that is easy to understand and allows industry professionals to immediately recognize them as high-level insights.

After outlining roughly all seven topics, Li Zhao was already yawning.

My sixth-grade brain couldn't handle this level of mental exertion, and drowsiness washed over me like a tidal wave.

Coincidentally, which article to write first is a point of great concern to Li Zhao. He will try to observe the extent of the article's influence in the next couple of days before making a decision.

On Tuesday, April 8th, at noon, after finishing lunch, Li Zhao returned to the classroom and approached He Shuyao, who remained silent.

"Want to go for a walk on the playground?"

Chen Nian's ears perked up.

He Shuyao pursed her lips. "Is there...is there something you need?"

"Let's chat for a bit."

"it is good."

Chen Nian took out "Li Zhao's Observation Diary," but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't know how to record it, so he gave up.

After the Qingming Festival, the temperature rose significantly, and the fragrance of magnolia blossoms became even stronger, so strong that it made my nose feel a little uncomfortable.

"What do you want to talk about that requires us to come all the way to the playground?" He Shuyao asked.

She really is the straightforward type.

"Talk about things you wanted to tell me but didn't."

He Shuyao stopped abruptly. "Wh...what? Where?"

"I've seen the changes in you since yesterday morning."

He Shuyao's eyes began to dart away.

"Shuyao, you can say whatever you want to me. We're good friends, aren't we?"

"You're not in a relationship, are you?"

A bolt of lightning struck Li Zhao directly.

No, girl, aren't you being a bit too direct?

They're just elementary school students!

Li Zhao had anticipated that it was due to Liu Yiting's high-profile reaction, but he didn't expect He Shuyao to be so straightforward.

"Of course not!"

"That's good. We're still in elementary school, we absolutely can't be in relationships." He Shuyao raised her head and put her hands on her hips. "Otherwise, I'll tell your parents."

Li Zhao chuckled to himself.

"We're just elementary school students, we don't know anything about love."

"I think so too."

Li Zhao raised an eyebrow.

He Shuyao sighed softly, "You are very outstanding and good-looking. There must be many people who like you, but I don't think that liking can be the same as love."

"So what do you think...?"

Before Li Zhao could finish his question, he saw He Shuyao frown and look at him, her small finger pointing straight at him.

"So, you can't let girls fool you!" After saying that, He Shuyao suddenly clutched her chest. "You have to remember, pretty women are the best at lying."

This is Yin Susu from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

What, am I, Li Zhao, Zhang Wuji?

Li Zhao chuckled again.

This little He Shuyao is so silly and cute.

He almost blurted out, "You're very pretty," but looking at He Shuyao, who still seemed like a primary school student, he swallowed the words back.

That might have been okay for her when she was in high school, but it's too early for her now.

Memory is memory, and reality is reality.

"Okay, I promise I won't be fooled..." Just as he finished speaking, Li Zhao suddenly thought of his ex-wife.

Yin Susu is right.

"Let's go back to the classroom then." He Shuyao crossed her arms and prepared to walk back.

"Is that all?" Li Zhao suddenly asked.

"...No, what else?"

"Don't you want to show your appreciation for my English competition results like your classmates?" Li Zhao originally wanted to say "admire," but felt that would sound particularly narcissistic, so he changed the word.

"Admiration," He Shuyao added herself.

"More or less."

"..." He Shuyao was silent for a moment, then suddenly stamped her foot, "How did you know?"

Li Zhao laughed, "Because you haven't asked me anything about the national English competition."

"Can't I just not care?"

"A good friend would surely care."

He Shuyao was stunned, her eyes darting around frantically, and she finally gave in.

"I...I'm just worried that you'll mistake me for someone else, and that you're only talking to me because you admire me."

Wanting to be special, but worried about being treated as "everyone else".

That's so direct, that's great.

Li Zhao took a deep breath, smiled, and extended his little finger:

"Pinky promise."

"What are you pinky swearing for?" He Shuyao asked, but she had already extended her little finger.

"You don't need to worry about these things. You're my most special friend, and we'll be friends from now on—through middle school, high school, college, and at work… forever. Okay?"

"sure."

"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now, never to be broken."

"Actually," He Shuyao's eyes brightened immediately, "what exactly does 'hanging' mean? It sounds kind of scary."

"I don't know, that's not important," Li Zhao said. "What's important is that the ceremony is completed. Speaking of which, Shuyao, which junior high school do you want to apply to?"

"New Taipei First Senior High School".

The answer was as expected.

"Has it always been like this?" Li Zhao asked specifically.

"It always has been."

Ok?