Chapter 1 Awakening

  "My name is Gao Qiang, I'm eighteen years old. All my life, I've been idle and only know how to kick a ball around, play with birds, and cause trouble. Apart from that, I have no accomplishments. I'm neither good at literature nor martial arts, and I've spent over ten years living a useless life, just like a little rascal. One day, my dad came to tell me that his nephew, also known as my brother Gao Qiu, has made a name for himself in Tokyo and become the Commander of the Imperial Guard, a very high-ranking official! You ask how big? Please, I go weak at the knees just hearing about an ordinary constable, let alone a Commander of the Imperial Guard? In short, it's a very big deal."

  This brother has made a name for himself, but he doesn't have any sons of his own, so he's thinking of adopting one from our family. After searching high and low, it turns out that I'm the only young man left in our family, all the others have scattered and can't be found. My dad saw that brother had made a name for himself and didn't care about generation or face, hurriedly sending me to brother's house to become his son. Originally we were brothers, but now I have to call him father, what kind of world is this! Oh, it's father, here they don't say "old dad".

  Brother Ball, no, I mean, he's now called Gao Qiang. Originally, he was my brother, but now I have to call him Father. It's a bit embarrassing for me, but he's very indulgent towards me, giving me whatever I want. I soon discovered that being the son of this Qiang is quite enjoyable. In Tokyo, Qiang has indeed made a name for himself. Wherever I go, as long as I say I'm Gao Qiang's son, a bunch of people come to fawn over me - officials and former officials alike. When it comes to drinking, gambling, and paying the bill, others always take care of it. And as for the nightlife in the pleasure quarters... well, that goes without saying.

  In just a few days, I got bored and hated that Fu An. Seeing me getting tired of the brothel, he actually sent his wife and sister to accompany me to sleep, and lied to me saying something about a good family falling into the dust, with a name called "home cooking". At first, I didn't notice, and vaguely accepted it. As a result, his wife was originally drugged by Fu An. The next day, she woke up in extreme pain and jumped into the well that night. By the time she was fished out, her body had already swelled up.

  This matter shook the Tokyo entertainment industry, and people said that I had a unique taste for high-ranking officials, was not interested in courtesans, but specifically liked to harm good family women. People gave me the nickname "Flower Thief"! This nickname doesn't know who called it out first, but it really sounds loud, and the streets were all shouting about it for a while. I'm so depressed, who has nothing better to do than to harm good family women? I was framed! But who listens to me? Fu An that scoundrel got both fame and fortune, swallowed the 50 taels of silver I gave him, buried his concubine in a thin coffin, and sent his sister to my house as a maid. Every month there's a stipend, but it's said that he also embezzled more than half of it. As for following me around every day showing off, let's not mention it. I think he'd willingly offer up his wife to me to play with, considering it a loyal and admirable act, so I let him help out in the mansion.

  It's been over a year since then, and last month I suddenly started having some inexplicable dreams. I was wandering around in unfamiliar places, with many naked beauties and scenes of fighting and killing that were so thrilling to watch! Gradually, I realized that this place seemed to be called the Internet, where everything existed, especially beautiful women, which made me drool. There's also football, which looks similar to the cuju I played, but those David Beckham and Ronaldo's skills are far inferior to mine. The street teams in our city of Bianjing can even kick them flying, let alone the ball skills my dad taught me. Fantasy novels are also quite entertaining, and I especially love reading about stallions, hehe.

  It wasn't until later that I realized the things on this web (what kind of web is this, anyway? Can't understand it) were actually from 900 years in the future. I was really surprised - how could the Song Dynasty have disappeared? After searching high and low, I finally found your article, which gave me a huge shock. It turns out my good days are numbered... no way, I've got to think of a plan quickly... Ah ha! I'll just swap places with someone from this era and let them suffer in the Song Dynasty instead. As for me, I can stay in this era where beautiful women abound, use my soccer skills to make a name for myself, and enjoy endless wealth and glory... Wow!

  "What? You're asking me what time it is now? It's the fifth year of Chongning in the Great Song Dynasty, March... I really didn't expect that there would be someone even more ignorant than me... Truly, the world is vast and full of wonders..."

  Gao Qiang (let's just call him Gao Qiang from now on) lay on the dentist's chair, reading the memories left behind by his predecessor, High Inspector Gao. He almost fainted: "This guy is too formidable! He actually came up with the idea of switching shells and ran off to the 21st century to have a good time. Who knows, he might even make a name for himself in Chinese football history." But things are looking grim on this end. Although everything seems peaceful and prosperous now, disaster will strike in twenty years. What can be done about it?

  Deep in his heart, he lamented. He had read so many fantasy novels where the protagonist would travel back to ancient times and wield incredible power, changing history at will. But what kind of role was he? Some brought a companion with them when they traveled back, some brought advanced technology, some brought an entire military base, and others even brought divine martial arts skills. The worst off had at least two semi-automatic rifles. What did he have? No martial prowess, couldn't wield a sword or gun, and his footwork was laughable; although he held a bachelor's degree, the classical literature knowledge in his belly was truly pitiful. If an imperial edict were issued, he probably wouldn't even be able to understand it. If not for his current identity, he would likely struggle to make ends meet.

  Even getting food is a problem for me, I don't understand the beggar gang's rules...

  Gao Fang was lying on the bed in a daze, when suddenly he heard a "creak" sound. The door opened and a girl who looked no more than 16 or 17 years old came in carrying a copper basin. She tiptoed to the bedside, gently placed the basin on a wooden frame, then turned around and approached the bed, stretching out her hand to lightly lift up the quilt...

  "Hey, what are you doing?" Gao Qiang was startled when he saw her lift up the quilt and hastily asked.

  Who would have thought that this opening would shock the little girl so much, she quickly knelt on the floor in front of the bed, knocking her head on the ground with a loud thud, and said with a sob: "Master, spare my life! Xiao Huan didn't know that Master was in such good spirits today, waking up early, wanting to let Master sleep for a while longer, but couldn't wake Master up, letting Master wake up by himself. Please, Master, take into account that Xiao Huan has been serving Master for so long, and spare Xiao Huan this one time!"

  "What's going on?!" Gao Qiang was confused, searching his brain repeatedly, but only remembered that this little girl was called Xiao Huan, the personal maid of the yamen (a bit awkward), and also the younger sister of Fu An. However, he couldn't figure out why she would be so scared when she saw him wake up, did he originally not know how to get out of bed himself?

  Muddled as ever, can't let this lass keep kowtowing on the ground: "Xiao Huan, get up first, I don't blame you."

  "Thank you, Master, for your generosity. Xiao Huan is kowtowing to you." This little girl started kowtowing as if her life depended on it, and only got up after Gao Jian told her to rise, but not before she had knocked her head several more times.

  Gao Gang was about to get up when Xiao Huan hurried over and supported me, saying: "Please lie down again, sir. I'll attend to you as usual."

  Does this getting out of bed still require human service? It's really unclear, the former high-ranking official may be a brainless guy, with an empty mind, except for some major event memories, there is nothing else, and the experience of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling is a big pile, a complete dandy.

  Can't manage that much for now, let this girl be for the time being, don't irritate her again and get on her wrong side, she'll start knocking her head like pounding garlic, although she knocked her head so many times just now, surprisingly only a patch of red appeared on her forehead, it seems she's practiced before, but making a little beauty practice iron head skills for a long time isn't right.

  Gao Liang remained lying down, Xiao Huan smiled slightly and took out a towel from the copper basin, gently wringing it half dry before carefully wiping Gao Liang's face.

  "Hmm, a gentle wipe of the face, a warm towel to wake up the skin... the taste is indeed not bad, especially that psychological sense of satisfaction, it's as if one is floating on air. The former official really knew how to enjoy himself." Gao Gang savored this feeling carefully, and couldn't help but praise in his heart.

  Xiao Huan wiped his face clean, then casually covered Gao Qiang's face with a wet wipe. Next, he replaced it with a warm and damp one, slowly wiping from the nape of the neck down, massaging various muscles along the way. The pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, clearly a practiced move.

  Gao Fang gradually became a bit dizzy, only feeling comfortable all over his body, soft and lazy, not wanting to move. In a daze, he felt that pair of soft small hands slowly moving down from his chest to his abdomen, the movement was slow but didn't stop...

  "Not good, it feels like I'm not wearing clothes!" He suddenly came to his senses, which made a girl touch him not a good thing.

  "What are you doing?!" Gao Qiang threw off the towel on his face, sat up straight and asked the little girl. As soon as he spoke, Xiaohuan was so scared that she threw away the wet towel, knelt on the ground trembling with fear, didn't even dare to kowtow, and directly buried her head in the ground, shouting: "Sir, spare my life, sir, spare my life!"

  Gao Jian saw that the situation was not favorable, and just as he wanted to get up and help her, he lifted the quilt and suddenly remembered that he was still naked. He hastily covered himself with the corner of the quilt and said urgently: "Hurry up, I'm not blaming you, it's just...I haven't put on clothes yet, I feel a bit embarrassed."

  Unexpectedly, Xiaohuan burst into tears: "Sir, you must be dissatisfied with my service and don't want me anymore. My brother will definitely beat me to death... waaah..." Tears flowed out like a dam breaking.

  Watching a lovely girl wailing, I reckon not many men can remain unmoved, and Gao Feng is no exception: "You, don't cry, when did I say I didn't want you? Get up quickly."

  Xiao Huan's crying gradually stopped, but she still knelt and didn't get up: "That... why doesn't Master want me to serve him anymore? In the past, Master always had me attend to him when he got out of bed."

  “……” Gao was thoroughly defeated, and he really couldn't understand why getting out of bed wasn't just a matter of putting on clothes and washing his face. At most, someone would help him tidy up his hair, but what kind of service was this? However, looking at the situation now, it didn't seem like the right time to make a fuss about it, so he might as well let her have her way for now.

  Having received a definite indication, Xiaohuan smiled and began to wipe the official's body again. It was normal physiological phenomenon for men in the morning, and being wiped by such a young girl naturally did not exempt him from strong reactions.

  However, seeing such a reaction, Gao Qiang's face turned red, while Xiao Huan remained expressionless, only wiping her mouth with a wet towel before leaning forward and opening her mouth...

  "Huh? ! …… So this is the usual practice......" Gao Jiang's mind was a complete blank, leaving only this thought.