Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

When life is going smoothly, people feel cheerful; when life is overwhelming, it's easy to become depressed or even give up on oneself.

"Fine, I'll just be an ordinary reborn person... I have a treasure bowl, and the illusionary realm has an inexhaustible supply of resources."

"But you have to have some skills to protect yourself, so you don't end up in a miserable state... I need a life-related ability."

After careful consideration, he activated the treasure basin, outlining the illusory world he envisioned.

A wisp of essence and spirit silently sank into it.

……

The classroom was spacious and bright. The teacher on the podium stood there, mouth agape, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces below.

The students below the stage looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt... When they looked at each other, they could see the weariness, experience, and even a hint of relief hidden in each other's eyes, which were the result of twenty years of hard work.

Everyone is a reborn individual, returning to 2001.

"This time, I'm definitely going to make it big."

"I will never get married in this lifetime, even if you beat me to death."

My wife is still in her second year of high school... I hope she still recognizes me.

"I can recite this year's winning numbers for the Double Color Ball lottery with my eyes closed."

"Penguin... Ah Wai's stocks, sigh, I'm short on cash!"

Reborn two thousand years ago, knowing the major trends of the next twenty years, many people are planning how to make their fortunes.

Two hours later, in a conference room.

The middle-aged man on the stage spoke, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The people sitting on both sides were startled, but they both responded with "Okay".

What will happen in the next twenty years, you know, I know, we all know.

Will we be held back by chip shortages in twenty years? If we give ourselves enough time, our technology will have already surpassed theirs.

Those who fawn over foreign goods and kneel before foreigners, would they really be willing to spend money on subsidies? Absolutely not!

For several days in a row, meetings were held in various departments.

Those who should have been promoted were not moved this time;

The names of the students who were supposed to receive scholarships are no longer on the list.

Around the same time, the number of murders increased.

Having been reborn twenty years ago, rather than waiting for enemies to come and wipe out my family, I'd rather strike first.

Knowing that housing prices were about to skyrocket, some people sold all their pots, pans, and dishes to make up for the down payment.

The commotion is quite significant across various regions of China.

Many investors rushed into the stock markets of Singapore, the United States, and other island nations to buy stocks.

On the surface, the Yanhuang people seem to be in a state of chaos, but in reality, they haven't really fallen into chaos.

Gun control is tight, so even if someone wanted to cause trouble, they couldn't really make a big fuss.

Is your neighbor a spy? Report him and claim your reward.

My neighbor is a fugitive? I'll still report him, and he'll still be apprehended.

If you anticipate that your children will not support you in your old age, then stop providing for them from today onwards and let them fend for themselves.

Within the borders of Yanhuang, a group of people are quietly rewriting their lives.

How many times can you turn over in twenty years? Some things, once missed, you'll regret for a lifetime.

Lin Quan looked at the teacher on the podium, glanced at the classmates around him who were engrossed in doing practice problems, and felt a mix of emotions.

He is a reincarnated person... This must never be said.

My past life was uneventful, but now that I've returned to twenty years ago, I have to do something different.

"There are still three months until the college entrance exam. Should I still go to university?"

"I will resolutely refuse to transfer my household registration when I register for work; I will remain in the countryside."

"Even if I'm the only one left in the family, I still have ten acres of land and a house."

"If I can't make it in the city, I won't starve if I go back to the countryside to farm."

"I have 50,000 yuan in the bank, enough for tuition."

Lin Quan was frustrated because he couldn't remember the winning numbers or understand the candlestick charts.

Most people who are reborn end up unknown and blend into the crowd.

He looked around... His classmates were all engrossed in their books with serious faces, their pens scratching.

At this time in a past life, some people were staying up all night memorizing their lessons, while others were playing games, watching dramas, or dating.

"Something's not right." His heart skipped a beat. "It's the same group of people, but the vibe is so different from what I remember."

If I can't figure it out, I'll just stop thinking about it.

My gaze returned to the textbook. With the experience of the past and the foundation of the present, even the most difficult questions seemed to be answered with practice.

Memories from twenty years ago are still there, and memories from twenty years later haven't been lost either. With these two sets of memories overlapping, my mind is much sharper than before.

The teacher on the podium was also puzzled: Why do these students suddenly seem like completely different people?

Classes, breaks, school, and dismissal—everything remained the same, but there seemed to be something inexplicable in the air.

Lin Quan didn't say much, but he slowly began to understand... He wasn't the only one in the class who had been reborn.

Some are tight-lipped and keep their mouths shut, not letting a single drop leak out;

Some couldn't contain themselves and blurted out things like, "You'll be a doctor someday," or "He'll get married in three years, and his wife will be from Class 2," acting like complete sages.

Lin Quan pretended not to know anything, but secretly counted: seven were confirmed, and there were probably more hidden ones.

Wang Lei, who used to love copying homework, now studies introductory quantum mechanics every day;

Li Ting, who always sleeps in the back row, has recently filled pages with annotations for the introduction to "Das Kapital".

Someone who solemnly "predicts" the future must be a reincarnated being.

The teacher and other students didn't say it explicitly, but Lin Quan could see it clearly... Their eyes were wandering, their reactions were too fast, and their questions were tricky; they didn't seem like the kind of people who should be eighteen years old.

Even Mr. Chen, who teaches math, has changed his blackboard writing habits. He used to use a red pen to circle key points, but now he uses fluorescent green and even draws small rockets on the corners of the blackboard.

"If the whole class were reborn, the cutoff score would probably rise by 20 points this year."

"If the college entrance exam changes its format, with my score, I might not even make it to the second-tier university cutoff."

"If everyone really came back from twenty years in the future... this world would no longer be the same world."

Lin Quan closed the workbook, but his mind was completely unsettled.

In the past few days, many companies have been working overtime.

"Haha, over three hundred classic songs, I'll be able to sit back and count money for the rest of my life!"

"The author wrote this song seven or eight years later, and I've already recorded it, filled out the forms, paid the fees... the copyright is practically hot stuff right now!"

"It's a pity I didn't become a screenwriter, otherwise the script for 'The Wandering Earth' could be approved for funding right now."

Someone ran to the copyright office with several cassette tapes, confidently declaring, "This song is my original work. Check the database; it's definitely not registered."

If things proceed normally, these songs won't be released for several more years.

Registering now, with all the necessary paperwork in black and white, leaves no room for complaint.

"Sorry, this song is copyrighted."

"Registered? Who registered?"

"Isn't it Jay Chou's?"

"Did he register it? No, right? Then I'll register it, is there a problem? I even brought the recording. If you don't process it, I'll file a complaint about your dereliction of duty... Believe me, you'll be packing your bags and leaving tomorrow!"

"Brother, no, no, no, I'll get it done for you right away!"

"Okay, I'll treat you to a drink after get off work."

"Sorry, your song has already been registered for copyright."

"Our publishing house just received the ISBN number for your manuscript."

"The copyright of your book has already been registered by someone else."

Groups of people from the entertainment industry kept writing and stamping official seals at lightning speed, while long queues formed at the copyright registration window.

"I've been a trademark agent for twenty years, and this industry can really make money."

"How much is a single phrase worth? 'Nongfu Spring is a little sweet' 'Give the gift of Brain Gold'... These are all real business deals."

"Our brand name was previously registered by someone else, and we lost over 100,000 yuan. This time, we're going to strike first."

"Get a few Beijing and Shanghai license plates now, and you won't have to worry about selling them later."