Fate encounter? Depart from the bitter life plan

  Every time I enter a new growth stage, I always list out a long string of future conversations for myself. Having planning is a good habit that I have cultivated since kindergarten, but it's also the most frustrating habit. I don't understand what the significance of doing this is, but after making plans, my suppressed emotions will get a momentary release. It's really just a moment, without any extra time. Life is not satisfactory, and having a few minutes of peace can have what effect? The god who manages peaceful time must be the laziest and most irresponsible among all gods. It's easy to imagine that this person spends every day drinking and laughing loudly, like a hardworking office worker who has finished all their tasks. This is unfair. If you sing karaoke for five hours, sometimes the staff will give you an extra 30 minutes as a bonus. Spending five hours of money to get one-tenth of it back as compensation may not be much, but it's better than nothing. People are actually quite easy to satisfy. But this damn time manager doesn't even give bonuses; he probably hasn't done even one-tenth of his own work. My life of over 20 years has been messed up by this god who lacks professional ethics. If I see him sitting next to me in a restaurant, slurping noodles loudly while watching TV, I'm afraid I'll impulsively pour the noodle soup into his nostrils.

  Now, a big uncle who looks like both human and god sits beside me, sucking the noodles in the bowl with force while not forgetting to watch the meaningless comedy show on TV.

  This unknown person's first impression on me was: slovenly. Not that his body emitted an unbearable stench, nor that there wasn't a single spot on him without suspicious stains, but rather his bizarre attire, sparse whiskers, and eyes containing a hint of a smile, all made me suspect this person's true nature. Could it be that he is the culprit who has made my life, which should have been carefree, extremely difficult?

  I involuntarily used both hands to hold up the half-eaten bowl of noodles.

  "This young lady" The dirty old man finished the last mouthful of noodles. Was he talking to me? No, I didn't know him, and I hadn't expressed my inner resentment and bitterness, but it was clear that in this small restaurant, apart from the poker-faced noodle master, there were only two customers, him and me.

  Before I continue with the story of me and this mysterious middle-aged man, let me first introduce you to my favorite noodle shop.

  This noodle shop is where I stumbled into when my stomach was growling and I was dizzy, literally stumbling in. It's as if it was destined to be the restaurant of my fate. From my freshman year of college until now, three years have passed and I'm a junior, but aside from this stern-looking chef who always exudes an air of coolness, I haven't seen anyone else with any direct or indirect connection to this shop. Moreover, despite eating here for three consecutive years, I've never had even half a sentence of conversation with him, no matter how hard I try to initiate a brief and warm exchange. This chef would either respond with a nod or a hand gesture to my attempts at small talk, making it clear he wasn't interested in chatting.

  The name of this store is "Hakuzou Shuramen". I don't know where the Hakuzou and Shu are, but I do know that Hakuzou Shu is a long and narrow piece of land floating on the vast earth, known as Japan, a country with a rich history and culture. It's said to be a fox spirit that has lived for many generations, disguised as a monk. I don't know why this long-lived fox chose to become a monk or what caused it to do so.

  In any case, because Hakuzou Shu is a fox, this noodle shop is also known as the "Fox Noodle Shop". The number of customers who come to this shop can be counted on one hand, and I'm the only one. This shop has an unbelievable aspect - for over three years, I've been eating here without ever meeting anyone except the master chef/owner, and it's always just been the two of us.

  As I entered the final stage of my university life, I met this unexpected guest. Thinking back to the encounter problems I did when I was a kid, it was one of the few math questions that I felt comfortable solving, and it was the first question in the series where I started to destroy the family tree of the person who invented mathematics. A and B set out from the south and north directions at the same time and met at some point. Born with a literary talent, I felt a touch of romance when I solved this type of problem, and during the urgent exam time, I entered a world of reverie and couldn't extricate myself, so my score that time broke the record for the lowest math score in elementary school history. The little bit of romance that sprouted from the encounter problems sank to the bottom of the ocean like a stone and never resurfaced again.

  Now, on this moonlit night, I and this strange uncle are staring at each other without deep feelings. His eyes with a hint of smile narrowed, looking at me, and I looked back at him. My hands were always ready on both sides of the large bowl that could bury a person's face.

  "Miss, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

  Here comes this sentence, which seems to be a repeated phrase in English books, and is often used by the heroine or secondary characters in various romantic dramas to greet strangers with affection, but behind the words are some dirty and indecent thoughts. Isn't this the legendary pickup line that's all the same?

  "No, I don't know you"

  Although there is some tension, I firmly believe that if something unexpected happens, this master who has been standing still and facing an unknown person will be on my side.

  "Oh, don't be so heartless"

  How disgusting.

  "You don't know me, but I have an impression of you. You're the one who lives in the quadrangle house called Gaogezhuang beside the Liusha River, aren't you?"

  I am a resident of Takada-sho, but how did this person know. And the name Kasasabara River doesn't really appeal to me, not to mention who came up with such an absurd name, if the muddy river water was seen by the former Makaraga general, wouldn't it be furious.

  That's right

  "Hmm, well, I'm your landlord."

  Wait, what did this person just say? The landlord - the dictator I have to tighten my belt every month to pay hundreds of hard-earned dollars in tribute to? I don't remember at all. Hmm, no, I seem to have some vague memories after all. This person seems to have appeared near my residence before, and with a high frequency. It's just that each time he was standing in places where ordinary people wouldn't go, and when I first moved into Gaoheshang, I only glanced at him once and never paid attention again. Ah, it turns out that he has always occupied a place in my life, but the land is completely inaccessible to my cognitive nerve. Now that I've re-recognized this elusive landlord, I hope he didn't think my arrogant attitude earlier would affect his appetite.

  Oh no, I'm starting to get worried. I think I'm the kind of person who is very concerned about my image in other people's eyes, hoping to be a 100% good kid, good student, and good daughter-in-law - ah, this is just an imagination added with longing for the future. Of course, this image only applies when I am in front of people I care about and want to impress, others' opinions don't matter to me. But it's clear that this ridiculous man and I are not completely unrelated, if he's the one serving food in the cafeteria, my stomach's satisfaction and brain's sugar levels depend on him. Such an important person cannot be offended, my years of miserable social experiences are loudly ringing alarm bells.

  "I suppose we can consider this our formal meeting. When you moved in, I was right in the middle of my sacred Indian yoga practice, and nothing could have disturbed me - not even the sky falling down. Sorry about that, I didn't greet you then. You must have been worried sick when you forgot your key and got locked out with no water or electricity, and had to deal with cockroaches and mice in the kitchen, but couldn't find me anywhere."

  I really want to pour this thick noodle soup into his nostrils right now.

  "How did you know this?" Isn't it possible that this person is not only mentally ill but also a stalker?

  "I know everything about you. You didn't grow hair until you were three, got bullied by kindergarten classmates when you were five, wet the bed in fourth grade after transferring to a new city and not adapting, had your first high school crush stolen away by the girl you hated the most, etc., I know it all."

  Don't be fooled, reporting to the police is the real deal.

  "How did you know this?"

  "I'm the landlord, after all. I need to know everything about my tenants clearly. Ah, I'm not some kind of psycho or stalker, so you can rest assured. But since it's hard for me to put your mind at ease, let me just tell you the truth as a form of compensation for invading your privacy."

  Why does this person speak so rapidly?

  "Truth?"

  "That's right. Actually, I'm a superpowered being from the future who can read people's minds and control the flow of time. You could say that in my field, I'm an elite person. Oh, someone like me, in your era, should be called 'God'. So I'm the god who manages time then. Hahaha."

  I no longer doubt whether this guy is mentally normal or not, he's a madman.

  "You look like you don't believe me, Miss. No wonder, you've always lived in a limited world with no vision, only short-sightedness. So you have neither decent friends nor the favor of Cupid."

  This person's words are piercing and have caused tremendous damage to my inner self. From the beginning, my brain has been in an overloaded state trying to digest the absurd sentences he spewed out. What a rude person, actually speaking the truth so recklessly.

  "Mind your own business." I'm too lazy to think about what this person said, and I start to feel sad about my current situation.

  "I can help you get out of your current predicament. You should know that time is more precious and scarce than you think. If you don't make good use of it, your life will be wasted in vain. As your landlord and elder, I've decided to give you a chance to fulfill your dreams. After all, we've lived under the same roof for so long, mutual help is necessary."

  I just met you today, okay? I don't want to waste my breath criticizing him, there are too many things wrong with him and I don't know where to start.

  "Ah, don't bother with my affairs—"

  "Do you know a man with the surname Gouyang?"

  Can't you let people finish speaking, uncle? “...acquaintances.”

  "I'm using my power to hand him over to you. But it's not a free gift, there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. You have to take control of your own destiny, whether or not you can be with Jiaoyang, it's all up to you."

  This incredible man has made me dizzy, not to mention why I came out with Gou Yang classmate. Although I know him, why did my fate and his suddenly fall into the hands of this future person? And I was arranged for a mysterious trial. This is simply like forcing someone who can't do math to take advanced mathematics exams, it's inhumane, it's cruel exploitation.

  "Time changes everything, remember to grasp it well. Don't miss any opportunity that is within reach."

  I felt a sudden darkness in front of me. The noodles in the bowl turned into swirling whirlpools, dizzying my eyes and clouding my mind.