Chapter 1: The Cattle's Traverse

  With a clang, Zhu Ting kicked an empty Coke can on the pedestrian path far away.

  Why kick?

  No reason at all, just purely annoying, low quality, and people who randomly throw cans away have extremely poor quality!

  On the non-motorized vehicle lane, an old lady riding a bicycle came head-on with her front wheel hitting a jar. The car head tilted and entered the motorized vehicle lane. A speeding Santana taxi swerved to avoid the old lady's bicycle. Generally, taxi drivers have very good driving skills, but Brother Pang's driving skills were not as smooth when facing the modern sister in the imported car coming from the opposite direction, and the two cars had a close encounter.

  Rustling and chattering sounds...

  Modern beauty with proud big breasts: "Can't you drive! If you can't drive, go home and take the kids!"

  Fat brother: "Can you drive or not? Don't think that just because you're big, you can crush people to death. If I hadn't dodged this old lady, she would have changed lanes! With a road as wide as this, can't your steering wheel even turn a little?"

  "Want a drink? Come on, your mom's milk is here for you to drink. Dare you?"

  Fat brother angrily said: "Drink then drink, you take off now I'll drink!"

  "Come on, what's wrong with you?!"

  Old lady: "I don't know which unlucky kid kicked a can and dented the front of my car, where is he?"

  The old lady had already lost sight of Zhu Tingyu's figure amidst the crowd of onlookers...

  At this time, Zhu Ting was sitting in an internet cafe studying Japanese film culture and making his own small contribution to the film industry.

  Today, he spent the whole day looking for a job. High-paying jobs require education, and good benefits require experience. Although Zhu Tingyou graduated from a second-rate primary school, a second-rate high school, and a second-rate university, his integrity is still very high. Finding a job is like finding a partner, how can you settle for a mediocre life? The assembly line of the dense industry has countless jobs beckoning to him, but he has never compromised.

  Wearing headphones, Zhu Ting fell asleep again. His pants were wet and uncomfortable.

  He was sitting in a position that just happened to be where the internet cafe's main switch was located, which could power several hundred computers.

  It's probably because the internet cafe staff forgot to turn off the high-voltage power source, and suddenly a surge of electricity struck my body, causing it to tense up. I felt like I was flying outside the atmosphere, and my soul evaporated in an instant. This feeling only lasted for a very brief moment. Then I fell asleep again, after all, I had just fired the human cannon, and people were extremely tired.

  "Zhu Ting again! Not getting up yet! We're going to be late!"

  What? Why does this voice sound so familiar? Is Mom here? I'm in a big city, isn't my mom back home?

  What? I've even got a quilt, and the internet cafe owner is providing such humanized service...

  What? How did I... Who undressed me?

  What? Where is this? Isn't this my home? The home I left four years ago?

  "I said you're looking for a beating again, what's wrong? Not even up yet?" Before Zhu Ting could think carefully, his old mom had already arrived in front of him. The old mom holding a rag in her hand looked so young, as if she was ten years younger than he remembered.

  Could it be...

  Did I travel through time?

  Zhu Ting sat up again excitedly, suddenly remembering that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and quickly pulled the covers back over herself. She frowned: "Mom, what's going on? Can you go out first? I need to get dressed."

  "You're always dragging your feet, late for school, failing exams, when will you ever get it together?! Look at Liu Tianhua next door, he's up at 4 or 5 am every morning studying English. And look at you, 16 years old and still needs to be reminded to go to school! Ah..." The old lady chattered away with a speed of 10 words per second as she left the living room.

  Zhu Ting didn't even have his own room. As the only child, their home was just a one-bedroom apartment, and he became the master of the living room as soon as he was born. What a bright future!

  After fumbling around in the quilt for a long time, I finally found my own little underwear. Only then did I realize that although my younger brother was already quite large, his hair hadn't grown evenly yet. It was sparse and had some yellowish-black patches. Not like the glossy black of adulthood.

  The cute and fluffy one has been identified.

  Put on your undergarments, leave the quilt, and other clothes are relatively easy to find, all taken off on a chair. After quickly dressing, come to the dining table to enjoy breakfast.

  The living room has only three pieces of furniture, a dining table, a desk and a single bed. The use of space is very reasonable. If everyone on earth were as environmentally friendly as our family, the earth should be much more spacious.

  Either half of the rich should die, or the houses of the poor should be much wider.

  This is multiple choice.

  His clothes were his father's work uniform altered to be smaller, a bit too big. At this time, his mother prepared his clothes considering the larger size, so as not to keep up with his growth rate. Zhu Ting wasn't very particular about his attire either, and the cotton fabric was quite comfortable, bringing back a long-forgotten youthful feeling that suddenly surged in his heart.

  The wall next door actually transmitted Zheng Zhisheng's "Water Man".

  This is an old song.

  As soon as she saw the breakfast, Zhu Ting's eyes welled up with tears again. A bowl of porridge, two steamed buns, and a dish of pickled pumpkin (a type of salted vegetable made from pumpkin, extremely common in Jiangxi Province, resembling dog feces in shape).

  Zhu Ting hadn't had breakfast for less than 5 yuan for a long time before rebirth, and he could have at least buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks, and then a bowl of wonton noodles.

  At this time, her mother's voice came again, "You say you get up slowly, and eating also needs to be taught, so slow, preparing to go to school for lunch is it? You tear the steamed bun into pieces and throw them into the porridge, and match with pumpkin! Hurry up, ah yo... ancestors..."

  Unable to bear the noise oppression, Zhu Ting hastily finished breakfast and took out his schoolbag before leaving the house.

  The refreshing morning air and the bright sunshine made Zhu Ting extremely uncomfortable, because his continuous all-nighter lifestyle for many years had made him always start to get excited around 11 pm at night, lasting until 11 or 12 noon, and afternoons and early mornings were his sleep time. At times like this when he woke up so early, it was either in the bed of a male classmate's girlfriend or having diarrhea.

  Just walked a few steps, and felt like something was missing again. Ah, yes! A cigarette after dinner is heavenly bliss...

  Although there is no nicotine addiction in this young body now, the heart disease brought by memory is fatal. If you don't light a cigarette immediately after eating, it's more itchy than not taking a bath for three years. But just now, I saw that there were only two 50-cent coins and one 2-yuan meal ticket, and one 1-yuan rice ticket in my pocket. The meal tickets are used for lunch at school, the 2 yuan is the round-trip bus fare, and the remaining 50 cents his mother let him spend freely...

  The cheapest cigarettes these days cost two yuan a pack, looks like I'll have to wait four more days to smoke.

  Zhu Ting looked at her textbook again, it was all from the first semester of high school, it seemed that now should be a certain day in September or October 2009.

  Kuai stepped quickly to the station, and didn't meet a familiar face on the way. There were already over a dozen people waiting for the bus at the station, all of whom were children of factory workers. The factory had over 5,000 employees, but only three or four students could get into high school every year. The factory only had primary and middle schools, and high school had to be attended in the city because there were only three high schools in the entire city, all located in the city center. No. 1 High School was a key high school, while the other two, No. 2 and No. 3 High Schools, were not ranked and were considered inferior. Zhu Ting attended No. 3 High School, but it was a key class.

  Why he was able to get into high school, it's all thanks to the Party and the state, and also thanks to Zhang Lere (Zhu Tingyu's junior high school classmate). He was still ranked last in the first semester of his third year of junior high, but in the second semester, he was invited by Zhang Lere to attend her birthday party. She didn't invite all the classmates, only a few students who were among the top scorers, and him, which made him feel very honored. That night, he went home and carved the four big characters "奋发图强" (strive for excellence) on his desk, and then studied hard every day, making his parents happy for a long time. Unfortunately, he still didn't get into a key middle school, and during the summer vacation, Zhu Tingyu relapsed into his old self, but fortunately, he was able to get into an ordinary high school, and his parents urged him to go. Later, Zhu Tingyu never had any more contact with Zhang Lere on the track of ordinary high school and ordinary university...

  Suddenly, I was hit on the shoulder with a heavy blow, who is it?