Chapter 1: A Steamed Bun That Triggered a Time Travel
However, just as he was halfway through his words, he felt a lightness in his hand. When he squeezed, he realized there was only air in his palm; the bun had inexplicably vanished!
The character 卍 approached Yang Ying from a distance, beginning to rotate clockwise, gradually forming a whirlwind. A tremendous suction force was generated at the eye of the storm, pulling Yang Ying inside.
I apologize
He helped clean the bookstore, which earned him the opportunity to read freely in the store. As a result, he was able to self-study all the subjects from elementary and middle school. To put the knowledge he acquired into practice, he reached out to the recycling station.
Yang Ying's Final Pen
The new network cable has not yet been purchased; no matter how skilled a hacker is, it is impossible to infiltrate a computer that is not connected to the internet
Yang Ying first took a shower, then sat down at the computer desk, listening to the low hum of the computer while clicking open the electronic book on mechanical engineering, all the while nibbling on a steamed bun
While writing, he felt quite foolish for believing in such absurdities as time travel. Fortunately, if this dialogue box were merely a prank, discarding this piece of paper would not be a difficult task
It is said that so many people on the internet yearn for reincarnation and time travel, presumably because they are not satisfied with the beginning of the competition. They wish for the seven leading individuals to return and start anew, or perhaps they simply want to change the competition and begin again. If that is the case, I too can be considered one of those who are not satisfied with the competition, and I should have the right to request a time travel.
The screen suddenly went black, and a dialog box appeared before me
gone forever
He stopped in front of a steamed bun stall, wiped his sweat, and said: "Auntie, the usual, please give me three steamed buns." At the same time, he handed over two yuan.
Well, goodbye, aunt.
Are you sure
The middle-aged man at the counter has a mountain-like beard and a pair of small eyes that occasionally emit a shrewd glimmer. He is the owner of the internet café and also the landlord of Yang Ying
Is it a paranormal phenomenon
Yang Ying moved the mouse pointer to the option "Yes" and had a strong premonition that once he clicked it, the situation would become irreversible
Uncle Wang truly could not bear to see Yang Ying live out his life in such a manner
Yang Ying's first feeling was that the computer had been hacked, but that was impossible, as this computer was completely disconnected from the network. Yesterday, a network cable in the neighboring internet café was broken, and at that time, all the stock was sold out, so Yang Ying lent out his own network cable.
Yang Ying believes in his instincts, a conviction shaped by countless successes and failures he has experienced
It is I, I have entered
This computer has undergone countless upgrades, and almost every component is different from eight years ago, yet when recalling the five sleepless days and nights of hard work, Yang Ying still feels a sense of nostalgia
Before moving into the internet café, he was a scavenger. Unlike other scavengers, he realized the value of knowledge at a very young age and seized every possible opportunity to acquire it
I bow respectfully
Although summer has long passed and the weather is gradually turning cooler, Yang Ying was still drenched in sweat when he returned to his residence
In fact, Yang Ying never believed that a person could truly traverse to other worlds; this request was merely a complaint arising from discontent with society.
Do not think lightly of it
Someone is knocking on Yang Ying's door
Since ancient times, there has been gain and loss; to transcend, one must relinquish everything here. Yang Ying wishes to apologize for his sudden departure, express gratitude to Uncle Wang for his care over the years, and hopes that he can forget himself.
Later, he met Uncle Wang, who appreciated his talents and invited Yang Ying to join the internet café he owned, offering him some maintenance work. Yang Ying was looking for a stable place to live, so he agreed.
He raised the steamed bun high and spoke to the air: "In the universe, deities, Buddhas, demons, and spirits, please listen to my words. I am willing to offer this steamed bun as a sacrifice, so that I may traverse to other worlds!"
A thunderous voice said: "As you wish"
Have I struck it lucky? Am I really going to travel through time? Fortunately, I left that piece of paper just now; otherwise, Uncle Wang might have gone to report it to the police, causing a huge commotion. Not only would they be unable to find me, but it would also affect the business.
Uncle Wang opened the door and approached Yang Ying from behind. He saw that the computer screen displayed a schematic diagram of a complex machine, with the caption consisting of a combination of English letters, Arabic numerals, and Chinese characters.
I will not submit to this society
Uncle Wang has a family and a career, with a wife and children. His departure may cause him some sadness for a while, but in the end, he will surely forget himself.
This was Yang Ying's last thought before being knocked unconscious.
Yang Ying thought to himself
Guided by his feelings, he took a note from the desk and wrote something akin to a farewell letter.
Uncle Wang closed the door and left. Yang Ying leaned back in the chair and muttered to himself: "Though it is said this way, achieving great things is not so easy; in fact, I have already lost at the starting line"
Yang Ying ran into an internet café and casually greeted the middle-aged man at the counter, saying, "Good morning, Uncle Wang"
After taking two steps, he turned back and said: "Think it over carefully; this is a matter of a lifetime. Do not be too hasty. It will be too late to regret when you reach your thirties or forties."
"Have ambition!" Uncle Wang said, patting Yang Ying on the shoulder. "But you must understand that in today's society, a diploma is required for everything. If you continue to stay here like this, you will suffer in the future. Listen to your uncle, go to school! I'll cover the tuition."
His residence is a room of approximately 20 square meters located next to an internet café. The furniture consists only of a bed, a bookshelf, a wardrobe, and a writing desk, on which sits a computer that is clearly assembled from various parts
Uncle Wang once wanted to provide Yang Ying with additional furniture, but Yang Ying did not need it. After he looked at it, he found that the extra items were merely a burden; his life only required books and a computer to be sufficient
Yang Ying minimized the e-book and then replied with a smile, "Yes, it would be great if one day I could build a solar power plant myself"
"This is not how it is said. Today's society is different from the past. Without this thin piece of paper, it is truly difficult to make any progress. Just look at me and you'll understand. Having reached this age, I have only this little ability. You are not like me; your future is still long. Even if you waste a few years obtaining a diploma, what does it matter?"
Below are the options for "Yes" and "No"
Since successfully assembling the computer, Yang Ying has been unstoppable. The radio, television, refrigerator by the counter, and thirty percent of the computers in the entire internet café have all been assembled by his skilled hands, using materials that are all scrap from the recycling station
Just like in a hundred-meter race with eight athletes, seven of them have already started running, while I remain in the starting position. Even if my abilities surpass those of the other seven, due to the inherent disadvantage, I can only achieve fourth or fifth place before reaching the finish line. To secure first place, I would have to resort to unscrupulous means to cut down the obstacles in front of me. However, if I were to be penalized by the referee for a foul, I would be disqualified early.
Yang Ying condensed the content, ultimately leaving only sixteen characters
He exerted an extraordinary speed of 120,000 and finally managed to write all sixteen characters in the last second
Dong dong
Oh, Xiao Yang is back
On that morning, dark clouds obscured the sun, and a chill pervaded the air in the suburbs. Most office workers were still asleep, but Yang Ying had risen early to engage in his daily essential morning run
Uncle Wang understood Yang Ying's stubbornness; this time, his persuasion was merely an effort of man, leaving the rest to fate. After listening to Yang Ying's words, he shook his head and walked out the door.
"Uncle Wang, you are here again, but it really doesn't matter," Yang Ying smiled and said. "I have audited all the courses at the university, and I have learned everything I could. Nowadays, it is better for me to learn more things here than to waste my youth at the university for a piece of paper."
Remember to complete the assembly of the computer. When he successfully powered it on, he immediately fainted and slept for two days and two nights before waking up. When he regained consciousness, he was in the hospital, and the newly assembled computer had almost been stolen.
Uncle Wang did not even graduate from elementary school, and he could not understand the English letters; he could only recognize the last four Chinese characters, which were "type generator." He could not help but ask, "Are you still researching that thing, solar energy?"
Suddenly
Heavy contemplation is indeed not suitable for me; just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable all over. I need to find some entertainment to adjust my mood.
Upon reaching this point, Yang Ying turned off the e-book, having lost the desire to continue reading
The entire world dimmed, and Yang Ying found himself in a boundless space, seemingly suspended with no sky above and no ground below
Uncle Wang, four years of university and three years of high school, even if I start directly from the third year of high school, it will still take five years. The difficulties caused by not having a diploma are almost negligible compared to my five years of life. Life cannot be without perseverance; if I surrender to that piece of paper now, it can only indicate that my life is destined to be like this.
Yang Ying looked at Uncle Wang's kind face and couldn't help but nod.
The room where one originally was, or any piece of furniture within it, had completely vanished without a trace, leaving only a golden "卍" character in the place where the computer screen used to be
I remember that after this treasure was born, the first game installed was StarCraft. After playing for several years, I have gained quite a bit of insight; if I were to enter the realm of e-sports, I would likely be considered a skilled player.
Eight years ago, at the age of twelve, Yang Ying handed over the three hundred yuan he had saved from scavenging to the owner of a recycling station in exchange for the opportunity to select materials freely. With extraordinary vision and self-made testing tools, he dismantled components from a large pile of scrap, soldered the mainboard, and then assembled this computer piece by piece.
The "No" option has a countdown, with only twenty seconds available. Clearly, if no choice is made within twenty seconds, it will automatically select "No".
"Good, young man, you are exercising again. It is truly not easy to get up this early every day!" The woman at the steamed bun stall quickly wrapped the buns and handed them to Yang Ying, saying, "They are ready, take them, be careful, they are hot."
Is it Uncle Wang? Yang Ying asked
Then, he gently clicked the left mouse button
Yang Ying double-clicked the StarCraft icon on the desktop, entered the game, used his right hand to select a map with the mouse, and held the last steamed bun in his left hand, playing with it.
Yang Ying is very strict with himself. In order to maintain good health, he runs 10,000 meters every day, conveniently bringing breakfast back home. For several years, he has followed this routine, and the breakfast stalls around him have long since become familiar with him