Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Three light taps, neither hurried nor slow.

The sound of someone bent over a desk reviewing documents came from inside the room. Without looking up, the person simply replied in a deep voice, "Come in."

Lin Quan pushed open the door and entered. Only then did the other person put down their pen and look up—

"Koizumi?"

Upon seeing who it was, the cold, businesslike expression on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a smile as gentle as spring water.

This person was one of the three deputy directors of the Military Control Commission;

They were also old comrades-in-arms of Lin Quan's parents who fought side by side in the past.

If all goes well, once the military control commission is dissolved, she will be transferred to a local position to govern this neighborhood.

In her early thirties, not yet forty, she was capable and efficient, with a calm and composed air about her.

Lin Quan quickly stepped forward and respectfully greeted, "Aunt Wang."

When his parents had that accident, it was this Aunt Wang who secretly ran around and protected him.

Over the years, she has treated Lin Quan with more care than her own son, protecting him closely, teaching him strictly, and loving him deeply.

"Why did you suddenly decide to come here today?"

"I missed Aunt Wang, so I made a special detour to visit you today..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan had already circled behind Aunt Wang, his palm slightly heavy, his knuckles relaxed, and he began to gently massage her shoulders.

After massaging for about five or six minutes, Aunt Wang's tense shoulder lines visibly relaxed, and she then turned her face to the side and gently patted Lin Quan's hand.

"Alright, alright... You wouldn't step into my door unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Speak your mind directly, don't beat around the bush."

Seeing Aunt Wang's eyebrows slightly raised and lips slightly pursed, Lin Quan was not embarrassed at all; instead, he smiled frankly and said, "Aunt Wang understands me best!"

"I want to renovate the old courtyard, and after thinking it over, the first person I want to consult is you."

"If you have a trustworthy master by your side, that would be even better."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Wang immediately raised her hand, her fingertips carrying a hint of reproach and a touch of tenderness, and gently tapped his forehead.

But as her gaze swept over Lin Quan's straight back, calm eyes, and those eyes that were no longer clouded with gloom—she breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The boy who had been suffocating under the weight of his parents' passing had finally stood firm.

"Okay! I'll have Lao Zhang contact you tomorrow."

"You can finalize the details of the work and the payment in person."

Lin Quan immediately agreed, nodding vigorously, "Okay! Okay! Okay! I'll do whatever Aunt Wang says!"

Once the matter of the courtyard was settled, the two chatted casually. The conversation eventually circled back to Lin Quan.

Aunt Wang's gaze sharpened and landed on his face, her tone gentle yet direct: "Xiao Quan, what are your plans for the future?"

"Just six more months and you'll be twenty—have you thought about finding someone who cares for you?"

Lin Quan's eyelashes drooped slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed gently, and a barely perceptible hint of nervousness flashed across his eyes.

"Right now, I just want to live a peaceful and quiet life, quietly guarding my own little corner of the world."

"Aunt Wang really doesn't need to worry about her boyfriend."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing's clear laughter seemed to be right next to her ear; but before that laughter could spread, Chen Xueru's eyes narrowed, and her ambiguous smile quietly appeared again.

Aunt Wang remained expressionless, only a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips, before nodding and saying:

"That's fine. If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to come to your Aunt Wang."

Lin Quan immediately beamed, behaving as obediently as when he was a child: "Yes! Don't worry, Aunt Wang, I'll definitely be coming over to freeload and cause trouble from now on!"

"You go ahead with your work, I'll be leaving now—I won't disturb your work!"

He glanced at his watch, and before he could finish speaking, he had already turned and pushed open the door to leave.

Aunt Wang stared at the gently swaying door until no one could be seen at the end of the corridor before slowly turning her gaze away.

Lin Quan, who had already left the military control commission, did not go straight home.

He strolled leisurely down the street, heading straight for the most eye-catching martial arts school signs, and even stopping to examine the brightly lit training grounds one by one.

I thought I'd run into a few skilled fighters who were solid, had solid punches, and had something in their eyes.

And what was the result? Those who threw punches in the martial arts school were mostly just putting on airs; those who moved around in the training ground were mostly ordinary people who were good at stretching and loosening their muscles and tendons—their movements looked nimble, but they were actually quite empty inside, and their muscles and tendons hadn't really opened up.

"Scholarly actions can disrupt the law, and martial actions can also violate prohibitions."

"If it were the old days when the flames of war had not yet died down, perhaps we could still find a few hidden masters in the city."

"But what we need now is peace and order. Those who truly possess ability wouldn't easily reveal their skills."

He sighed silently, then stopped and turned around, slowly walking towards Nanluoguxiang.

Rather than trying your luck in the mortal world, it's better to have faith in that time-space mirror that has yet to awaken.

The next leap might be to a martial arts world filled with the glint of swords and the reflection of snow, or a celestial realm where clouds surge and the sea of ​​clouds rolls.

At that time, what earth-shattering martial arts techniques or methods that could pluck stars and seize the moon would be at his disposal?

Immortality? Ascension? These may not be mere empty words.

"I only hope that the mirror will soon regain its brilliance..."

"Forget it, instead of just daydreaming, let's get down to business and do something practical."

The most urgent task right now is to extract the greatest value from the post-apocalyptic world where Qiao Jingjing lives!

On the way back to Nanluoguxiang, Lin Quan paused, as if a faint sound had passed by his ear, and his body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, his expression returned to normal, without even a tremor in his eyebrows.

She simply quickened her pace, the hem of her clothes drawing a clean arc in the wind.

Pushing open the old wooden door of No. 96 courtyard, Lin Quan bolted it behind him and walked straight through the front yard, heading deep into the backyard.

He poured himself a glass of cold water and gulped it down. He closed his eyes and focused his mind, his gaze settling steadily on the Time Mirror.

The strange feeling I experienced on the road was not an illusion.

It was a time-space mirror, slightly warm and trembling beneath his sleeve.

The moment one's mind touches the mirror, a massive amount of information floods into the sea of ​​consciousness like a tidal wave.

Lin Quan's lips curled into a smile, a hint of amusement appearing in his eyes: "It's done—the second connection is finally unlocked!"

"This time, to which realm will it connect?"

He whispered something, took a deep breath, and his mind suddenly focused: "Open the connection!"

Swah——

The brand on the back of his hand suddenly lit up, its light scattering like stardust.

A phantom mirror frame rose out of thin air and hovered in front of him, its surface shrouded in a misty white fog before slowly clearing...

The first thing that catches the eye is a vast, primeval forest.

Towering ancient trees rise from the ground, often reaching hundreds of meters in height; giant beasts roam the forest, their fangs menacing, their muscles bulging, and their bodies shrouded in faint ripples of energy.

Even more astonishingly, the ancient trees and the strange beasts' eyes were filled with laws that defied all reason!

Lin Quan's pupils contracted slightly: "This world... is well hidden."

Before he finished speaking, a burning light ignited in his eyes, excitement overshadowing his surprise and doubt.

The scene in the mirror changes rapidly—

The forest was left behind, and the scene flashed past frame by frame, passing mountains, streams, and cliffs... before finally freezing.

A group of people came into view:

At the very front was a young girl, with a slender yet curvaceous figure and stunning beauty, but still bearing the traces of youthful innocence in her brows.

Those following behind her were all wearing black scarves covering their faces, revealing only pairs of cold, hard eyes.