Chapter 1: If you take it seriously, you will lose

He adjusted his attire, lifted the birdcage with his left hand, and with his right hand, swiftly drew a fan from his waist, opening it with a flourish. He struck a pose reminiscent of a rogue teasing a virtuous woman, swaying with each step, swaggering towards the unfortunate young girl

Yiyun angrily slapped the monitor...

How can I escalate the situation to the point where my estranged family knows where I am?

He began to shout wildly in the street: "Ha, the notorious scoundrel from Chongqing has lost his memory. Fellow villagers, elders, that scoundrel has lost his memory. Heaven be praised, the girls of Chongqing are saved."

The computer remained silent for a long time, finally displaying a line of prompts: "I give in, fulfilling your wish..."

What is this? Although Yi Yun was somewhat curious about how this box popped up, out of habit from years of filling out survey forms, he clicked on the box with his mouse and typed in: "Staying at home!"

The person was stopped by Yi Yun, initially startled, with a clear expression of fear on his face. However, after listening to Yi Yun's words and carefully examining Yi Yun's face, he suddenly perked up upon realizing that Yi Yun was not lying. He burst into hearty laughter and said, "Ha, you scoundrel actually have a day of amnesia? What a relief, what a relief!"

He quickly made an analysis based on the few sentences he had just heard. I am the original owner of this body, and I have never done good deeds towards the young ladies, which is why I pose a threat to the girls in Chongqing. When a man threatens a woman, it goes without saying that he is certainly a lecher or a scoundrel of that sort.

The pitch-black night, a solitary cold lamp

Isn't this nonsense?" Yi Yun scoffed and replied, "Staying at home!"

This is not my home either; my home is in the picturesque Chongqing City, where two rivers converge and the mountains are lush and the waters clear. Everywhere you look, there are verdant yellow-branch trees. But now, this place is a dusty yellow, with sand swirling everywhere, and the air is extremely dry. Although there are a few trees, they appear withered and lifeless, resembling a green oasis city in the midst of a desert

"No one will tell you anything..." a sarcastic voice replied from the crowd: "Don't expect anyone to help you; if you can't find your way home, then starve to death, how about that?"

This shot... has gone awry!

Calm down, despite their angry expressions, I at least understood two things from their mouths. First, this place, resembling a desert green city, is also called Chongqing. Second, my nickname is "Chongqing Scoundrel," and I am not well-liked by the local residents, posing a serious threat to the safety of the young women. My amnesia means that the young women of Chongqing are saved.

Summer, early morning, the sunlight is dazzling

Yiyun let out a bitter smile, saying that a home is essential for a homebody! Otherwise, there would be no way to "stay at home," which is a truly terrifying thought. It is imperative to find one's own home as soon as possible. By the way, people in small towns are often acquaintances; it is said that in some sparsely populated areas, every resident knows each other. The city of Green State where I currently reside does not seem very large; if I casually ask someone, perhaps they would recognize me. By the way, people in small towns are often acquaintances; it is said that in some sparsely populated areas, every resident knows each other. The city of Green State where I currently reside does not seem very large; if I casually ask someone, perhaps they would recognize me.

Wait, do not panic. With even time travel being a possibility, it is not surprising that anything can happen in this strange world. There is nothing that can scare a shut-in! Yi Yun silently muttered: Existence is rational; do not deny what has occurred. If you take it too seriously, you will lose.

Yiyun was taken aback, not because of the dagger pressed against her neck, but because of the red light emanating from the girl: "Huh? Why is she glowing red? And what are those red characters above her head, 'Guardian'? Is that her skill or profession? How could this happen? Isn't this world supposed to be ancient China? Am I still on Earth? Isn't this world supposed to be ancient China? Am I still on Earth?

Stay at home

The young girl opened her eyes wide, suddenly turned around, and a beam of red light shot out from her body. Two large red characters "Guard" jumped above her head. With a flick of her small hand, a dagger was pressed against Yi Yun's neck: "Indeed, you wicked scoundrel, you approach any woman you see to flirt... With just a little trick, I easily captured you."

He filled in the prompt box: "Traveling to a wealthy family in an old society, becoming a second-generation rich heir who idles away his time, every day with nothing to do but carry a birdcage, accompanied by a group of sycophants to tease respectable women on the street"

Upon closer inspection of herself, Yiyun discovered that she was wearing a high-end silk Hanfu, styled somewhat like that of the Ming Dynasty. At her waist was tucked a folding fan, crafted with top-quality wooden ribs and paper for the fan surface. In her hand, she also held a birdcage, which contained a glossy-feathered myna. Was this attire truly that of a wealthy family's second-generation heir? The type who carries a birdcage to the streets to tease respectable women?

Yiyun let out a laugh, good, let's tease this girl. My grand "stay-at-home" plan begins with teasing a petite girl. Once things escalate, my family will surely come to pick me up. At that time, by pretending to have amnesia and asking around, I will be able to learn all about my new identity.

The year 1560 of the Great Meng Calendar, also known as the Year of the Dawn of Chaoyang

Yi Yun turned to look, but could not find the person who was speaking. It seemed that the individual was very afraid of retaliation, so they hid among the crowd and made a sarcastic remark before fleeing.

Yiyun is the type of person who acts on impulse. He left the lively street filled with singing and dancing and chose a relatively quieter one. Although he had decided to engage in wrongdoing, he was not yet brazen enough to harass women in a crowd of hundreds. He preferred to find a place with fewer people.

As they approached https://m.hetushu.com, Yiyun closed his fan and gently tapped the girl's shoulder, grinning mischievously: "Miss, are you all alone? Come on, give this young master a smile. If not, I can smile for you instead."

Completed, confirmed

"What? The young scion of Chongqing has lost his memory?" Just moments ago, the street, which was completely empty, suddenly filled with people. These individuals rushed out from the stone houses on either side, all dressed in ancient, simple cloth garments, resembling the attire of the Ming Dynasty. Joy was evident on everyone's faces, with some even moved to tears of joy, while others expressed their gratitude to Guanyin Bodhisattva. After a while, someone set off firecrackers and began to sing. Amidst the sounds of firecrackers and singing, countless people danced and sang, creating a festive atmosphere.

He casually walked a few steps on the street, stopped a passerby, and politely asked, "Excuse me, do you know me? I have lost my memory and do not know who I am or how to find my home. If you recognize me, please take me back home, and I will be sure to reward you generously."

I am dizzy. To whom have I possessed myself, a truly wicked villain? It seems that this city called Chongqing does not welcome me at all; there is no way to inquire about anything. However, one thing is certain: my family is in this city, and I am a wealthy and influential second-generation heir, otherwise I would not have been given the name "Chongqing Young Master of Evil." If I escalate the situation a bit, my family might find me.

A dazzling white light shot up from the computer, engulfing him completely

The young girl, lost in her thoughts, did not notice a rogue approaching her side

Yiyun stood in the middle of a street that appeared entirely yellowish-brown, with dust and sand swirling around. She looked at her body in a daze, her mind racing with thoughts: It seems I have crossed over and taken possession of another's body... This body is not mine; my skin is not this pale, my palms are not this delicate, and my legs are not this slender and weak. I should be a stronger person.

Calm down, I must have traveled through time! ... That damned computer listened to my request and turned me into the second generation of a wealthy family from the old society, even giving me a birdcage ... ? ... But why the hell did that computer not provide me with the memories of this body? ? And it didn't arrange for any lackeys either

My family surely knows that I am this kind of person. If I were to casually flirt with a woman and make a scene, when they hear that a certain girl has been flirted with, they would guess that it was me. Of course, they would come to take me home, and I would be able to stay at home.

Yiyun sat in front of the computer, his expression vacant, intently focused on the screen. He was a homebody, or more precisely, a heavy gamer and anime novel enthusiast. His greatest hobbies included binge-watching online novels, following the latest anime series, and playing the newest games. As for other matters... well, they were of no concern to him.

After finishing, click OK... Another prompt appeared: "If you were to travel to ancient times or another world, and could wield the power of a golden finger to summon wind and rain, what would you do?"

However, I cannot find a mirror and cannot see what I look like. Although I am standing on the street, the houses here are extremely antiquated, all resembling the traditional bungalows from the Ming Dynasty, lacking the glass doors that are commonly seen on streets in later times

The computer fell silent... After a long while, it seemed to awaken from its bloodless stupor, painfully displaying a prompt: "What kind of event would compel you to abandon your home and step outside?"

Now I don't even know who I am in this world, nor do I know where I am, or how to enjoy the happy life of a second-generation rich person... By the way, when faced with trouble, I should just stay at home, but... hetushu.com doesn't have the memories of this body, and I can't even find where home is.

After dinner, Yiyun opened the Qidian website and found a novel she liked on her bookshelf, reading it with great interest... When the clock in the lower right corner of the computer screen showed 20:00 on May 31, 2012, Yiyun suddenly jumped up from her chair: "Oh no, it’s actually completed!"

This is too much! It ended so suddenly!" Yi Yun cried out, "Does this mean I have no books to read? I don't want this! Damn author, you need to continue the serialization!

I apologize for disturbing everyone with singing and dancing. " Yi Yun politely asked, " But you haven't told me who you are, where you live, and if someone could guide me? I will be sure to express my gratitude. Also, what era is it now, and what country is this? Could someone please inform me?

At this moment, a prompt suddenly appeared on the screen: "What would you do if a large number of zombies suddenly attacked humans?"

Iyun shrugged and said, "Which lunatic designed this boring questionnaire?"

This street marks the edge of Green State City, with an endless stretch of desert adjacent to it. At the boundary where the desert meets Green State City, there stands a petite woman, approximately 1.5 meters tall. Her face is delicately crafted, appearing to be only around fifteen or sixteen years old, yet her expression is somewhat vacant, as if she is lost in thought.

If the Earth were to be destroyed tomorrow and only you could save the world, what would you do

Yiyun pondered for a moment. Although he had spent every day of his previous life staying at home, it did not mean he was foolish. In fact, most reclusive individuals, due to their long-term exposure to video games, have quick reflexes. They are particularly adept at obtaining the information they need through simple dialogues with NPCs in games.

Iyun: "... ..."