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Game Tycoon Reborn Author: Cheng Gang
Reborn back to [-], all the regrets lost in time can be made up for.
Chapter 1 Rebirth Nine Eight
You, leave quietly,
Step by step, lonely back,
think about it, stay with you
Tell you how much I love you in my heart...
When this familiar melody sounded in Lu Menglin's ear, it was like a long dream.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and the first thing he saw was his mother's slightly nervous face.
Lu Menglin was a little confused, and stared at his mother blankly, because she was at least 20 years younger than her actual age, and she was vaguely the memory of her childhood.
"Menglin, are you okay?" Mom's voice was soft and pleasant, like the sound of nature.
Lu Menglin's whole body trembled violently, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
"What's wrong? Silly boy, it doesn't matter if you don't get good grades, as long as you work hard, Mom and Dad won't blame you." The mother shook her head and smiled.
"Mom, I miss you so much!" Lu Menglin couldn't help opening his arms and hugged his mother tightly.
The tears on his face were like broken beads, sliding down his cheeks one by one, unable to stop at all.
The mother obviously didn't expect her son to be so excited, she patted her son's back lightly, her face full of concern.
"If the grades are really bad, at worst, I will go to relatives to borrow money, and I must let my son go to college." The mother secretly made up her mind.
The song "Understanding You" played on an old-fashioned hemispherical TV set was written by singer Man Wenjun in 1994, and it touched a whole generation.
But when he heard this song again, Lu Menglin had a complicated mood as if he had passed away.
If time is a never-ending river rushing forward, then just now, Lu Menglin went retrograde.
In that nightmare-like but extremely real memory, Lu Menglin was already 37 years old, working a job with no future in a small third-tier city, earning a pitiful little salary, except for playing games. Outside of this hobby, there is no passion in life.
Like most ordinary people, life is a slow hammering process.People get older day by day, and their extravagant hopes disappear day by day, and finally become like a bull that has been hammered. All dreams and pursuits are gradually drifting away.
Lu Menglin still clearly remembers that housing prices have risen continuously for more than ten years, which made a working class like him feel out of reach. Only with high debts can you have the so-called qualification for getting on a car.
And on that unforgettable afternoon, the old parents came to the sales center with their hard-earned savings and almost pilgrimage-like mood, wanting to dedicate the last light and warmth to their son.
It is a well-known big real estate brand. They have acquired large tracts of land in third- and fourth-tier cities, and are known for their high capital turnover and strong marketing.
This project located in City Z is in the early stage of construction, and even the sales center has just completed the main building, and has already started to receive customers.
There was a loud bang, like a bolt from the blue.
Who would have expected that the entire sales center collapsed.
Dozens of people were buried in the ruins by the tofu dregs of the landslide, including Lu Menglin's parents.And Lu Menglin escaped the catastrophe of life and death just because he went out to answer the phone.
A week later, the negotiating experts sent by the real estate developer found Lu Menglin and proposed a compensation plan, a top-floor duplex.
In the face of such conditions, some people's hearts were moved, but Lu Menglin could only smile miserably. His family is gone, so it's useless to want a house!
A month later, Lu Menglin learned that all the other victims' families had accepted the terms of compensation, but he was the only one who stubbornly persisted.
It's a pity that ordinary little people have no power to fight back when faced with the ruthless crushing of fate.
Lu Menglin's insistence did not expect fairness and justice, and no one was actually punished for it.How humble those lost lives are in the face of power and wealth.
In order to seek justice for his parents, he silently collected evidence, like a knight walking in the dark, carrying a heavy burden.
A year later, Lu Menglin went through hardships, and with the help of hackers, he finally grasped the ironclad evidence of the real estate group's crimes. If this core evidence is exposed, the group will inevitably fall apart, and the perpetrators will be severely punished.
However, on the way to submit evidence to the public security department, Lu Menglin encountered a head-on collision with a dump truck.
In a trance, Lu Menglin seemed to have been sleeping in the dark sea for a long, long time.
Until the song "Understanding You" sounded in his ears, when he opened his eyes, what he saw was his mother's face when she was young.
I am, reborn?
Subconsciously walked to his small room, the desk was full of review materials, thick imitation test papers, and the "Slam Dunk" secretly hidden under the papers, everything seemed to be back to high school in memory.
Lu Menglin stared blankly at his slender and delicate fingers, couldn't help touching his flat and firm belly, his four-pack abdominal muscles were faintly formed, looking at the slightly immature but sunny face in the mirror, there was no doubt about his inner emotions Be excited.
At the age of 37, I have long been tortured by life and lost my vitality, and my figure has also been out of shape due to long-term overtime work. The protruding belly, loose muscles, and increasingly thinning hairline are all due to years of hard work traces of work.
But at this moment, the boy in the mirror is young and full of vigor, and his youthful appearance is sunny and handsome no matter how he looks at it.
Lu Menglin's eyes were fixed on the desk calendar in front of the desk. The desk calendar showed June 1998, 6. Until now, he still couldn't believe that he had returned to 1 years ago.
"Mom and Dad, I'm back! This time, I will never let you have trouble again! I will never let that tragedy happen again!" The teenager in the mirror said to himself with tears streaming down his face.
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In the early summer of [-], the weather seemed to be hotter than in previous years.
At this time, Lu Menglin was in his second year of high school, but when it came to his grades, everyone could only use a sigh.
He studied in Liufang No. 50 Middle School, a school for children run by the factory. There are six classes in the second grade of senior high school, each class has about 250 students, and there are more than [-] students in the whole grade. You can probably get [-] people in the exam!
That's right, he is the tail of the crane in the legend, and he is the kind that hangs very characteristically.
If Lu Menglin is the kind of student who can't study at all, and his grades are a mess, it's fine, but his liberal arts grades are not bad, especially history and Chinese, 150 points in papers, sometimes can get 120 points or more .
It's just that his math and English scores are shockingly bad.
In the second (five) class of high school, Lu Menglin once set a record that made everyone amazed. He scored 150 points in the English paper with a score of [-] when he wrote all the multiple-choice questions.
That's right, it's really only five points. In the words of the English teacher, you really have an enmity with English. This is too bad luck!
For Lu Menglin back then, math class was basically like listening to the heavenly scriptures.If he didn't keep up with the basics, he couldn't understand at all, and his test scores were often around [-] points, because there were not many questions he could do on the entire paper.
In the eyes of the teachers, they have already reached the sophomore stage of high school, and students who are partial to science like Lu Menglin have basically given up.
"These questions are a bit tricky! But the level of your class is not good. It seems that except for a certain genius classmate, no one can answer all the questions correctly!"
The person who spoke was the English teacher of Class [-] ([-]) of high school. He was a short, fat middle-aged man with a fat face, holding a big red thermos cup in his hand, and said with a smile.
The students shrank their necks. It is really difficult to translate the sentences on the blackboard from English to Chinese. A few students with good English scores tried it just now, but they couldn't translate shit.
