Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Inheritance: a detached villa, a suburban estate, and over three million pounds."

With his mind cleared, he stepped out of the villa, took a stance on the lawn, and began practicing the first move of the martial arts manual.

The Black Dragon Ring is a spatial ring containing the entire Martial Arts Manual.

He accidentally obtained the precept in his previous life, and then learned this skill, reaching the peak of internal strength; later, he indulged himself too much and lost his life in a hail of spears.

In this life, my name remains unchanged; I am still Lin Quan.

They come, the security.

In my past life I was over thirty, but in this life I'm only sixteen. No matter how you look at it, I'm not at a loss.

The only difference is... I changed my nationality and became a Chinese American.

A moment later, bodyguard Jason called from outside the door, "Young master, dinner is ready."

Jason is thirty-six years old and has been a bodyguard for ten years.

Lin Quan clearly remembers that ten years ago, Jason was seriously injured and on the verge of death during an ambush, but was saved by his father.

Repaying a debt of gratitude? Or a £200,000 annual salary? Probably both.

The food was so-so, and after finishing it, he went back to the lawn to practice his skills.

"In terms of strength alone, he barely meets the standard for his peers."

After finishing practicing the Yi Jin Jing, he drove away from the Lin family manor.

He visited five traditional Chinese medicine shops to buy all the medicine pots and herbs.

After returning to the village, they prepared and boiled the medicine according to the methods in the martial arts manual, resulting in two kinds of medicinal liquid: one for oral administration and one for bathing.

After drinking a bowl of warm medicinal soup, he continued practicing his boxing; he soaked in a medicinal bath for an hour before getting up to continue practicing.

Days passed by, and more than a month flew by in the blink of an eye.

"With the initial development of internal strength, one arm can weigh a thousand pounds; in hand-to-hand combat, few can rival him."

"I was too indulgent in my past life, and a single bullet took my life; in this life, I have to be more careful and cautious."

"There are only about ten days left before registration. Hurry up and practice shooting with Jason... You need to get familiar with both pistols and rifles. That thousand cubic meters in the Black Dragon Ring will be all our assets in the future."

For the next ten days or so, Lin Quan followed Jason every day to practice target shooting, recoil control, disassembly and assembly, and aiming.

In his past life, he believed in martial arts as if they were divine, but he couldn't even last three seconds before being shot down to the ground.

He remembered this for the rest of his life: no matter how fast the punch, it can't be faster than the fraction of a second it takes to pull the trigger.

Paying fees, registering, and enrolling.

In his previous life, he was involved in intelligence networks and archaeological circles in various countries, and could speak more than twenty languages ​​fluently.

On the first day of school, students took turns going up on stage to announce their names.

"Laura Crawford".

His voice was clear and bright, and his movements were nimble and agile.

Lin Quan glanced up and looked around without saying a word, but several thoughts were already running through his mind.

谷溬

"The one from the movie? Or the one from the game?"

"The name matches, but the background is vague. Whether Richard Crawford's disappearance is a real event or a plot device is still uncertain."

After school, he returned to the manor, turned on his computer, and searched for "The Croft Family".

The page displayed several old news items: "Richard Crawford went missing three years ago aboard the cargo ship 'Bright,' and the search and rescue efforts were unsuccessful."

"Lola refused to sign the inheritance documents."

Lin Quan closed his laptop and tapped the desktop twice with his fingers... He had decided on the direction.

The Lin family estate covers 100 acres and is listed for over 10 million pounds.

The location is in the suburbs of Lundun, which is not a prime location. If it were located elsewhere, it would be difficult to sell even at half the price.

There are only a little over three million left in the account, and at the current rate of expenditure, it will be depleted in ten years.

"Obtain Laura, and once she officially inherits the throne, we won't have to depend on anyone else for the next few decades."

"He died a quick death in his past life because he had no one to back him up, no one listened to him when he spoke, and no one stopped him when he took action."

He closed the webpage, got up and went to his study to flip through several books on general archaeology and a brief history of Near Eastern civilizations. He read them carefully and took neat notes.

The next morning, after breakfast, Jason accompanied her on a walk to school.

Passing by a flower shop on the street corner, he stopped and bought a bunch of red roses, still wrapped in their packaging.

People like Laura are not resources, they are rare commodities.

If you don't act early, it will be too late once someone else hands you the first love letter.

Upon entering the classroom, he went straight to her desk, handed her the flowers, and said, "Lola, I like you."

No bends, no preamble, it makes a sound the moment it hits the ground.

"Thank you, but I won't accept it." She looked at the flowers, her tone calm.

Lin Quan didn't say much, turned around and went out, casually tossing the bag into the metal bucket by the door with a muffled "bang".

Take notes in class, and after class, either bury yourself in your book or sit diagonally behind her and ask, "Have you ever seen the original Nabataean inscription mentioned on this page?"

Don't pester her or fawn over her; just follow her interests and dig deeper.

Just after noon, Wilson led three men into the classroom, leaned against the doorframe, and sneered: "Assassin, stay away from Laura."

Lin Quan closed the book: "Say it again."

"Go back to your slums, don't embarrass yourself here."

He got up, took three steps forward, and executed a chokehold, two back throws, and finally grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall twice. The whole thing took less than eight seconds.

In the distance, Laura stopped turning the pages of her book, her gaze darkening for a moment... After her father disappeared, she got up at five every morning to practice martial arts, and she had never seen anyone move so precisely and so coldly.

"Chinese Kung Fu?" someone blurted out.

Lin Quan didn't answer. One of them kicked Wilson in the outside of his shin, and Wilson staggered back into the corridor without daring to look back.

People are all opportunists. They trample on the weak and circumvent the strong.

"Lin, can you teach me?" Laura asked, standing by his desk after school.

"Okay." He nodded.

"I'll be there at eight o'clock on Saturday morning."

"Okay." The two exchanged numbers without further pleasantries.

She rode away on an old bicycle with several stacks of express delivery bags tied to the back rack.

After Richard Crawford disappeared, she neither signed the will nor moved into the old house. She preferred delivering takeout, copying documents, and taking on translation jobs to touching the estate papers.

Signing was tantamount to stamping confirmation that her father was dead. She refused.

On Saturday morning, Laura rode her bicycle to the Lin family manor on time.

Lin Quan taught her stance training, footwork, and short-range power generation. He adjusted her shoulder and elbow angles, supported her waist to correct her center of gravity, and occasionally demonstrated dodging routes in close proximity.

After a month, she started to take the initiative to ask him to go to exhibitions, check archives, and look through old maps; he, in turn, helped her organize the tattered pages of her father's nautical diary.

Neither of them explicitly stated it, but a glance was enough for the conversation to flow naturally; sharing an umbrella in the rain, their shoulders brushed lightly, neither of them yielding.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"I'm going to find my father." One evening after dinner, Laura spread a yellowed flight map on the table.

"I'll go with you." Lin Quan picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, speaking as casually as if he were saying, "Take your textbook to class tomorrow."

The two had just received their diplomas and were both admitted to the same university.

She found clues: the port where Richard last boarded the ship, the shipowner Lu Ren, and an unfinished South Pacific route.

He's almost broke... He's spent half of his three million US pounds in two years, leaving him with just over one and a half million. If he doesn't take action soon, he'll really have to live on a shoestring budget.

She was his girlfriend, and he paid for everything for her—food, clothing, lodging, and transportation.

My plane ticket is booked; I'm flying to Hong Kong.

On the plane, Laura took an old photograph out of her bag and pointed to a rusty cargo ship in it: "My father was on this 'Bright' ship before he disappeared. The ship owner was named Lu Ren."

Lin Quan took the photo, his fingertip tracing the ship's hull number: "You haven't signed it?"

"It's not over until we find him," she said.