After being reborn, I gained a childhood sweetheart who appeared out of nowhere.

When they had dinner that evening, Chen Xiyu brought some fruit she had bought that afternoon.

My mom was overjoyed when she saw it, and kept saying, "Why did you bring anything?" as if she had given her some amazing gift.

Lin Chuan also told his mother about Aunt Zhang's visit, but the two of them had already finished the box of pastries.

"I only ate one piece of chocolate; she ate the rest," Lin Chuan said confidently, pointing to the girl next to him.

"You clearly ate two and a half pieces." Chen Xiyu frowned.

"You've got it wrong."

"You're the one who's mistaken."

Mom watched the two of them "arguing" and couldn't help but laugh. "It's just a snack. You can eat it if you want. Your dad and I don't like this kind of thing anyway."

Lin Chuan's point is valid; his own parents also don't like chocolate, seeing it as no different from snacks.

Most importantly, what's so delicious about that kind of bitter chocolate?

The four of them sat together for another pleasant dinner, and everyone enjoyed their meal.

After finishing their meal, Lin Chuan offered to take Chen Xiyu home.

Once inside the house across the hall, Lin Chuan skillfully turned on Wang Xu's laptop. Apart from the fan being a bit loud, it worked quite smoothly.

The computer desktop was very clean, and it was obvious that it had been cleaned up. Lin Chuan first downloaded a QQ software.

While waiting for the download to complete, Lin Chuan opened the folder, preparing to clear out the useless files, since laptops from the early 2000s didn't have much memory.

While searching, they discovered a hidden folder with the file name "Study Materials".

Lin Chuan was taken aback, then casually clicked on it. Wow, the learning materials were incredibly comprehensive, including everything from "Europe and America" ​​to "Japan and South Korea".

After logging into QQ, he immediately sent a screenshot of the folder to Wang Xu, saying, "Old Wang, why didn't you delete all these study materials? Are you saving them for someone who's meant to have them?"

After waiting for about ten seconds, Wang Xu's avatar started flashing wildly.

"ah!!!!"

"ah!!!!"

"Delete it now!!"

"No, that's all the wealth you've worked so hard to accumulate. You really don't want it anymore," Lin Chuan asked.

"No, no more!" Wang Xu quickly distanced himself, "I have nothing to do with this computer anymore!"

Chen Xiyu happened to come over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Chuan was quick-witted and nimble, dragging the entire document along with some unused items into the recycle bin, and then emptying the recycle bin in one go.

His hand speed is reminiscent of his time playing StarCraft: Overlord Wang Xu back in the day.

"Wang Xu left behind study materials," he said casually.

"What study materials?" Chen Xiyu asked.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Chen Xiyu said "Oh," and added, "By the way, I have an extra room in my house. Do you want to use it as a study or something?"

"Extra rooms?"

"Yes, it's my mom's old room, but I guess she won't be coming back to live here," Chen Xiyu said. Her home is a standard two-bedroom apartment, with another bedroom besides hers. "You can use it as a study, where you can use the computer or something."

"No need," Lin Chuan said.

Although having a room would be more convenient, it's Zhang's old room, and we don't know if she'll move back in the future, so it's not appropriate for him to use it. If Zhang comes back and sees it, it would be even more inappropriate.

Besides, it's not convenient to tell his parents right now since it's the start of the school year. He'll find a time later to explain to them about buying the computer.

"It's up to you. There's another desk in the room that you don't need. You can move it out and put it in an open space. It's better than using your computer on the tea table," Chen Xiyu reminded her.

Lin Chuan thought about it and realized that made sense.

The tea table in front of him was almost the same size as a sofa, so when he sat on the sofa to use the computer, he was bent over.

Looking at the computer for a while is fine, but if I have to type in the future, maintaining this posture will definitely be very uncomfortable.

Lin Chuan followed Chen Xiyu into Aunt Zhang's old room, where they carried out a wooden table and a matching chair. The table seemed to be made of solid wood, so it was heavier than he had expected.

"Is this made of solid wood? It's so heavy!" Lin Chuan couldn't help but complain as he moved the table.

"It seems like all the furniture here is made of teak," Chen Xiyu said.

"He's rich," Lin Chuan said.

"oh."

The living room was spacious, so Lin Chuan found a spot by the window, put down the table, and adjusted its direction so that he wouldn't have to face away from the living room when using his computer.

Lin Chuan then placed the computer on the table. The teak table was quite large; it could hold the laptop and other books, making it a suitable desk.

And so, this became his "workstation," though it was still quite simple. After all, he used to have his own private office, where he could even make tea at his large desk.

It was quite late when he finished tidying up, so Lin Chuan decided to close his laptop and go back to sleep. He would come back tomorrow to "study" and "learn".

Before leaving, Lin Chuan asked again, "Do you have anything to do tomorrow morning?"

Chen Xiyu asked curiously, "Nothing's wrong? What's up?"

"The weather's been nice lately, so I'm thinking of getting up early for a run. Want to go together?" Lin Chuan asked.

"No!" Chen Xiyu firmly refused. "I can get up early, but I don't want to get up early to run!"

"Alright, I'm off then."

"Bye-Bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Lin Chuan turned and left the house.

The next day, the sky was overcast.

The streets on the outskirts of the city are very straight, the air is shrouded in a thin mist, and occasionally a few figures can be seen hurrying by. The morning light shines through the gaps in the trees lining the streets, leaving beams of light.

Lin Chuan jogged along the sidewalk, with fallen leaves at his feet that the sanitation workers hadn't yet cleared away.

A gentle breeze brushed against my face, and the air I breathed in carried a slight coolness, completely dispelling my drowsiness.

Lin Chuan ran for an unknown amount of time until he reached the end of the street, where there was a municipal park. He didn't stop immediately when he arrived.

Instead, I slowed down and started walking back. After a while, I saw a breakfast shop. Even on a weekend morning, the breakfast shop was still doing very well.

He had a good impression of this shop; it had been open for many years and the food was quite delicious. Sometimes his parents would come here for breakfast when they had to leave for work early.

The boss seems to be from the neighborhood and knows my dad, but the boss wouldn't know Lin Chuan, since he's never been here with his parents before.

Lin Chuan found a corner to sit down, ordered a bowl of soup noodles from the owner, then took out his phone, opened QQ, and sent a message to one of his contacts: "Want breakfast?"

No one replied; it seems like they're still half asleep.

While waiting, he went next door and bought a bottle of mineral water. He took a sip, and just then, the soup noodles were served, still steaming hot.

Lin Chuan first swished a spoonful of soup noodles and took a sip. The taste was delicious, just like the taste in his memory.

His phone, which was on the table, vibrated. He picked it up and glanced at it. The person who had just sent him a message had replied with a very simple message: "Want to eat."

"I'm eating at the shop right now. What should I bring you later?" Lin Chuan replied.

"Soy milk and fried dough sticks," the other person said, describing a classic breakfast combination.

"OK."

Lin Chuan put down his phone, quickly finished his breakfast, packed it up with his boss, and headed home.

Half an hour later, Lin Chuan arrived at Chen Xiyu's door. Although he had a key, he still knocked on the door across the hall first.

"Coming, coming!" Chen Xiyu's voice came.

Then the door opened, and a girl in a casual dress stood behind it, peeking out. "Where's my breakfast?"

Lin Chuan handed over the breakfast, "Besides soy milk and fried dough sticks, there's also a bowl of porridge."

"How much?" Chen Xiyu asked.

"It's free."

"That's so good?"

"I'll use it as internet fee," Lin Chuan said honestly.

Chen Xiyu accepted the breakfast with a smile. She carried the breakfast to the table, opened the packaging, and found that the soy milk and hot porridge were still warm.

Lin Chuan entered the room and went straight to his "workstation" to sit down. He skillfully opened his laptop and went to the novel website he was already familiar with, Qidian.com, and began browsing.

Chen Xiyu took a bite of the fried dough stick, pursed her lips, and said, "The fried dough stick is a bit cold."

"It's not that far, it took me half an hour to get back." Lin Chuan stared at the screen without looking up. "The porridge shouldn't be cold yet, you can soak the fried dough sticks in it before eating."

Chen Xiyu did as instructed, "Still the same Zhao's Breakfast Shop as before?"

"Hmm," Lin Chuan said. They had been to this shop before, but not for breakfast.

Sometimes, when his parents are working outside and don't come home for lunch, they'll leave him ten or eight yuan and go out to eat lunch themselves. He'll buy a steamed bun at the shop and use the rest of the money to go online.

Of course, sometimes he would bring Chen Xiyu along, but they usually took care of their own lunches.

Lin Chuan was reading a novel when he opened a document and tapped his fingers on the keyboard, recording his thoughts, some of which seemed to be work-related ideas—a habit he had developed from his previous work.

Currently, on online novel platforms, established fantasy novels like "Zhu Xian" have only recently ended, while wildly popular works like "Battle Through the Heavens" are just beginning to emerge.

The other webpage opened to fiction magazines. If he remembered correctly, these magazines also contained many stories, such as the upcoming serialized novels "The Silent Shop" and "Floating Life Tales."

And the phenomenal youth fantasy novel "Dragon Raja," if I remember correctly, will begin serialization at the end of this year.

Lin Chuan even remembered that he received a paper copy of "Dragon Raja" from a friend during one of his evening study sessions in high school.

He was completely engrossed after reading just the first page.

In fact, novels also follow certain trends and patterns. For example, the most popular genre right now is fantasy. As someone who has been through it all, he could write a fantasy novel if he wanted to. He might not become a huge star, but he could definitely make some money.

This is the confidence that comes from having a "God's-eye view," because you've seized the "opportunity" in the trend of development. As long as you're not a pig, you can take off; maybe even a pig can fly. This statement applies to any industry.

However, he doesn't plan to follow the trend and write a "decent" novel. In this restarted life, writing stories that interest him seems like a good idea, especially since he does have some stories to tell.

2009 was a year of rapid development for all kinds of reading materials, a time of flourishing diversity.

Lin Chuan inexplicably recalled a quote he had read before: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."