Chapter 007: What You Did Not Know About Your Past Life

The boy, eager to return home, furrowed his brow. Could it be that the thugs loitering around here are causing trouble? Although Yang Yi, with a mature mindset, was not afraid, it did not mean that he enjoyed dealing with such persistent scum.

Yang Yi did not expect that it has already been 97 years, and the conservative and almost stubborn mindset is still so severe. This is what is called sensationalism; what then can be said about the hype that repeatedly breaks the lower limits in later generations

However, such an encounter after being reborn still exceeded Yang Yi's psychological acceptance level, until Jiang Nan extended a similarly slender and snow-white cigarette with her delicate fingers

The two individuals stood still, gazing at each other for a long time, until Yang Yi was the first to react: "Uh, you continue, I didn't see anything!"

He did not expect that this perception would be shattered so quickly

At the same time, there are more questions: why is this girl, whose character is nearly perfect, hiding here alone to smoke

Thus, he is still making an effort to retain something, although he knows it is merely a token gesture.

I originally thought that a second chance at life would be a smooth and straightforward path, but unexpectedly, it has turned out to be another crossroads filled with uncertainty. This contrast between ideals and reality leaves Yang Yi feeling both frustrated and pained

Raising her head, her delicate and flawless face showed a moment of surprise, just like Yang Yi, also filled with astonishment

The person across from me, with a gloomy expression and smoking pensively—a smooth ponytail, a beautiful and dignified face, and faintly visible, those soft, pink lips that exhale smoke rings—was none other than his middle school class monitor, the goddess in the hearts of countless boys at No. 3 Middle School, the graceful and generous beauty, Jiang Nan.

Yang shrugged and handed over the manuscript, casually asking, "Why are you here smoking alone?"

There are many other matters that cannot be discussed in a short time. Looking at Yang Yi's serious gaze while reading the book, there was none of that obsequious flattery or overly enthusiastic concern; it was as if he were sharing something quite ordinary with a regular friend. Jiang Nan could only wave her hand, as a gesture of accepting his opinion

"This is really not your fault, big brother!" The way he addressed him as 'big brother' was somewhat reluctant. Yang Yi smiled and shook his head, having long since cast aside his earlier disappointment. After all, this was just the first hurdle; compared to the hardships of his previous life, it was truly nothing: "Publishing is not something you can just think of and then do. I have prepared enough fare to visit ten publishing houses today."

The pale blue smoke mingled with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, as the two discarded their cigarette butts in the peculiar atmosphere. Yang initially intended to ask the girl why she was smoking alone in this place, but after a moment of reflection, he realized that they were hardly acquainted. Thus, he decided to express his gratitude and take his leave.

This matter is my fault! After drifting in the metropolis for seven or eight years, I still have not changed the essence of a prairie man from the Geli Gaoli, which is simple and lovable. Once I take on a task, I will do my utmost to accomplish it.

However, unexpectedly, Jiang Nan spoke first: "Your speech when you left the school was quite good!"

The dawn light is still bright, and the instigator leans against the back of the flower bed, with a faint flickering glow, clearly the light of a lit cigarette

This effect is not what I wanted! Yang Yi also smiled, his gaze steady and clear, which gave Jiang Nan, who was accustomed to the insincere smiles of those inexperienced boys trying to please, a strange feeling. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond, so she pretended to be relaxed and changed the subject: "By the way, how did you do on the high school entrance exam? You don't seem very concerned about it."

However, when Yang Yizhen truly saw the appearance of the smoker, she immediately lost all control over her facial muscles.

Just gazing, Jiang Nan's clear and enchanting eyes gradually widened

When Ge Lijiaoli sent Yang Yi out of the publishing house's door, he wore an expression of apology and helplessness. As a young person in an organization that strictly adheres to seniority, even though he had countless reasons to be optimistic about Yang Yi's manuscript, the final decision on whether the manuscript would be accepted was entirely beyond his control

In fact, you should choose a less serious subject and write some novels; I am sure you will succeed! Ge Lijiaoli still feels it is a pity, both for these manuscripts and for his own publishing house

With a clang, a crushed beer can was kicked to Yang Yi's feet, startling him as he looked up in surprise, feeling a twinge of annoyance in his heart

Director, the script is not written this way

"Uh, thank you!" The day's hustle and pressure made Yang Yi long for the taste of nicotine. In his previous life, he could not be without cigarettes while rushing to meet deadlines. After returning to his student days, he naturally had neither the means nor the reason to smoke, which left him feeling quite stifled. Jiang Nan's cigarette was like a timely rain; Yang Yi had no time to be polite.

Yang Yiyi was at a loss, her smile turning into a bitter smile: "This is something beyond my control. No matter how hard I try, I still can't get into Yizhong, and I have to resort to alternative means."

Although I feel regretful, it should not lead you to smoke as a way to vent your feelings. Yang Yi shook his head. Even though he had witnessed a side of Jiang Nan that was unknown to others, which gave him a sense of sharing a secret with a girl he admired, he still did not approve of girls smoking.

"Would you like one?" With a graceful smile, in this state, Jiang Nan exuded an irresistible charm, even to Yang Yi from m.hetushu.com after his rebirth.

Once upon a time, Yang Yi believed that as a reincarnated individual, he would never be surprised

When the boy, who looked as if he had seen a ghost, stood there in a daze, Jiang Nan, who was smoking a lady's cigarette stolen from her aunt, also sensed something was amiss. Just now, this guy, who had clearly passed by unintentionally, was actually standing there without leaving. Could he be one of the delinquents from the old street...?

Upon realizing this, the young Mongolian felt remorseful towards Yang Yi for his earlier assertive statements, even though it was not his fault

However, Jiang Nanyuan, who reacted later, was far more composed than Yang Yi, as there was not a trace of evasive unease in her clear eyes

Almost all of them express the same rhetoric, all exhibiting the same attitude

After a pause, seemingly observing Yang Yi's reaction, he added, "Later on, quite a few girls from other classes came to our class to inquire about you."

Thus, around the time when Yang Yi was writing "The Things of the Song Dynasty," Jiang Nan's gaze inevitably carried a hint of inquiry: "May I have the pleasure of appreciating your masterpiece?"

After a day of bustling under the scorching sun, his head felt as if it were encased in an iron hoop, throbbing painfully. However, Yang Yi was completely indifferent to this discomfort. If his mindset remained largely unchanged after the first rejection, and only stirred slightly after the second, then being rejected for the seventh consecutive time truly made the boy begin to doubt himself.

However, even though this road is long and arduous, Yang Yi, who has no way to retreat, can only move forward bravely. As a reborn individual with foresight and awareness, he has no right or excuse to fail

Then I turned my thoughts to the manuscript mentioned by Yang Yi. Of course, apart from curiosity, what I felt more was perhaps disbelief—someone who had been an ordinary passerby in school and had spent three whole years in the library suddenly claimed to have written a manuscript that was to be published. The gap between the two was...

Yang Yi smiled without making any commitments, simply waving goodbye sincerely and saying, "See you again if there is a chance." There was a seriousness in his eyes that is not found in ordinary children

The setting sun tilts to the west, with clouds adorned with a brilliant border slowly drifting by, yet they do not obscure the golden-red sun. The twilight is warm, stretching Yang Yi's despondent shadow far away.

Perhaps it was due to having smoked together, but Jiang Nan spoke with a noticeable boldness. However, this tone left Yang Yi somewhat taken aback—previously, Jiang Nan had always appeared as a graceful and demure lady, which inevitably gave a sense of distant aloofness.

A teacher from the Education Publishing House candidly stated: "The little fellow is quite talented, but he is not applying it in the right way. You cannot write a history book just to attract attention!"

The chimes from the Bell and Drum Tower in the old city rang out, as the returning birds flew away into the blood-red sunset. Yang Yiqiang steeled himself and walked home, determined not to let his mother share in his worries and despair.

Having taken a shortcut and turned around two corners, I arrived at the back entrance of the Flower and Bird Market in Xiuhu Park. From here, if I walk through and go two more streets, I will reach the old residential block where Yang Yi lives.

It is likely due to having complete confidence, coupled with having considered an escape route... If it were not for this, one might not dare to speak so boldly! Yang Yi does not shy away from expressing his state of mind at that time; he has long surpassed the age of trying to outshine beautiful young girls and does not expect to enhance the positive influence of light beauty women on himself through mere verbal tricks, thus he speaks candidly and honestly.

Yang suddenly felt that his worldview was on the verge of collapse

Two people, one leaning against a French sycamore, exhaling smoke. Jiang Nan, being a girl, has a much more elegant appearance as she lightly blows smoke rings, resembling a delicate and refined figure. On the other side, Yang Yi appears somewhat casual, yet carries a sense of lazy nonchalance.

She had never expected Jiang Nan to answer him; remaining silent was a privilege of beautiful women. However, Jiang Nan's expression clearly darkened as she lowered her eyelids and said: "This afternoon, I found a cat in the courtyard. It was very weak, so I brought it to my aunt for treatment. But that dead woman disappeared somewhere to fool around, and then the cat died."

Yet, there was a sense of curiosity and disbelief, akin to seeing Obama wandering through the world of mortals—who is this! Jiang Nan, Jiang Nan indeed! The goddess of the third middle school, and now she has actually been caught smoking in the act!

Yang Yi's candid remarks clearly took Jiang Nan by surprise. He was neither pretentious nor exaggerated, which made Jiang Nan regard him with a bit more admiration. However, recalling the boy's demeanor on the podium, Jiang Nan quickly felt at ease again, her delicate brows slightly raised, exuding an indescribable charm as she said: "That cannot be called 'speaking recklessly'; it is clearly well-founded and reasonable!"

At the intersection of Xiuhu Park, the crowd of people and the flow of traffic rush past Yang Yi, who is returning from work, in a hurried manner. This makes Yang Yi, who walks with a weary silhouette, feel even more out of place among the surrounding individuals

This is the Jiang Nan from my memories! In my previous life, with Yang Yi's normal male disposition, I naturally had many feelings for this perfect girl. However, as time passed, the ponytail girl I once admired gradually faded under the heavy pressures of life, transforming into fleeting joys and sorrows. The nearly middle-aged literary rogue could only catch a glimpse of her blurred visage occasionally in dreams. Yet, as time passed, the ponytail girl I once admired gradually faded under the heavy pressures of life, transforming into fleeting joys and sorrows. The nearly middle-aged literary rogue could only catch a glimpse of her blurred visage occasionally in dreams.

The side door? Jiang Nan's gaze became increasingly enchanting

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One can only say that the boy before us is a genius out of time