After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Yanjing City.

Zhichun East Lane.

00:15 AM.

Wei Yi set his phone alarm to 03:50, placed it face down on the bedside table, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

A little while later, it turned over.

Can't sleep.

After a while, it turned over again.

I still can't sleep.

I mainly had a nap in the afternoon and drank two cans of beer in the evening, so my mind was full of World Cup odds and the Brazilian team's lineup.

Plus, his sister was sleeping right next door, and the look she gave him earlier still sends chills down my spine.

Forget it.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the mantras of internal martial arts.

Focus your mind on the dantian and direct your qi to the Yongquan point.

Once, twice, three times.

I don't know when I drifted off to sleep.

……

"Ta-da!"

The alarm clock rang.

Wei Yi reached for his phone, swiped his thumb, and the world went silent.

He squinted, waiting for his soul to return to its place.

When I opened my eyes again, the screen time was 04:08.

Hold.

I just dozed off for a little while, almost twenty minutes.

I really can't take a nap after waking up.

I threw off the covers, stepped barefoot onto the floor, went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, splashed some cold water on my face, and only then was I fully awake.

Back in his bedroom, he turned on the 32-inch TV that his sister had recently installed in his room so he could watch the game.

Then turn on TV5.

Duan Xuan's voice came out first, followed by the screen lighting up. The Itaquera Stadium in São Paulo was a sea of ​​yellow and green, with Brazilian fans' faces painted like a palette of colors.

The match has been going on for ten minutes.

Wei Yi leaned back on the bed and put the pillow behind his lower back, which fit perfectly.

He's a die-hard fan; he's always enjoyed watching sports.

Things were alright in my past life, but now that I've placed a bet, watching the game is even more exciting and nerve-wracking.

Even knowing the score, my heart still raced with the football.

That's really exciting.

11 minutes.

A Croatian player dribbled down the left flank and delivered a cross into the Brazilian goal. A group of players rushed forward, their legs getting tangled, and the ball, somehow touched, rolled into the net.

"Goal! Goal! Brazil's Marcelo made a mistake, deflecting the ball into his own net! It's an own goal! The referee signals that the goal is valid, Croatia leads 1-0!"

Duan Xuan's voice was like a broken gong.

Wei Yi remained expressionless.

An own goal? He knew that in his past life. Croatia's goal was exactly what he predicted: a 3-1 score. Brazil needs three more goals; take it slow.

……

29 minutes.

Neymar receives the ball outside the penalty area and curls a shot with his left foot.

The ball arced through the air, struck the inside of the goalpost, and bounced into the net.

1: 1.

Wei Yi relaxed his clenched fist.

The first half ended with neither side scoring again.

He got up, grabbed a can of beer from the fridge, and took a swig. The cool liquid went down his throat, feeling good.

The dish tasted even better with the braised beef, smashed cucumber, and peanuts that Sister Lin had prepared in advance.

In my past life, because my sisters were very well-off, we always had a nanny at home.

The meals were mainly cooked by the aunties, but Sister Lin also had her other sisters' girlfriends.

Occasionally, she will cook.

Lin Siyan is the best cook among them.

The second half begins.

In the 69th minute, Brazil was awarded a penalty.

Neymar stood at the penalty spot, took a run-up, and shot. Goal!

2: 1.

Wei Yi placed the empty beer can on the bedside table, changed his posture, and sat up straight instead of lying down.

Then time started to slow down.

Seventy minutes, eighty minutes, eighty-five minutes. Brazil launched wave after wave of attacks, but the ball just wouldn't go in.

Eighty-nine minutes.

Four minutes of stoppage time.

Wei Yi started to panic.

A football match lasts 90 minutes, and stoppage time is only a few minutes long.

The score is still 2-1.

Brazil needs to score one more goal for his bet to go 3-1.

They only scored two goals in the previous 90 minutes. Can Brazil score again in these few minutes?

Could he have misremembered?

Or did he, like a little butterfly, flap his wings and cause some change?

Or perhaps this isn't rebirth at all, but time travel, a parallel world?

A jumble of random thoughts popped into my head.

91 minutes.

Brazil intercepted the ball in their own half and launched a quick counter-attack.

Oscar receives the ball in the attacking third, dribbles past the goalkeeper, and shoots into the far corner.

The ball rolled in.

"Goal! Oscar scores his second goal of the match, helping the host nation Brazil to another victory! The score is now 3-1, with Brazil leading by two goals!"

Wei Yi sprang up from the bed, jumped twice, opened his mouth, silently swung his fist, and then swallowed the roar back into his throat.

There's someone sleeping next door.

The final whistle blew.

"Match ended! Brazil defeated Croatia 3-1!"

Wei Yi exhaled a heavy breath.

But I haven't completely let go yet.

He picked up his phone and opened the betting interface of Zhifubao. The small circle spun for several seconds.

Balance refresh.

202700.

He stared at the string of numbers, his thumb hovering over the top of the screen for a long time.

Fifteen thousand became two hundred thousand.

He refreshed it again.

It's still 202700.

It refreshed again.

Still.

Wei Yi tossed his phone onto the bed, lay back, and stared at the ceiling.

Outside the window, the sky over Yanjing was already turning a pale white. It was almost six o'clock.

But he couldn't sleep at all. He took a nap in the afternoon and slept for a few hours at night. Plus, he had just won 200,000 yuan, and his blood was boiling.

After checking his balance again, he finally confirmed one thing.

The benefits of rebirth are real.

The information gap is real.

These twelve years of memories are worth so much that they could be exchanged for real money.

I can't sleep anyway.

Wei Yi changed into his sportswear, put on his sneakers, and quietly opened the security door.

Go downstairs.

The small garden in Zhichun East Lane is downstairs. It's not big, with a few ginkgo and rose trees planted, and a paved open space in the middle.

The mornings in June are still a bit chilly, and the wind carrying the dampness of dew feels very comfortable on the face.

The entire neighborhood was quiet; there wasn't even anyone walking their dog.

Wei Yi stood still, closed his eyes, and began to move.

Grasp the sparrow's tail.

That familiar, warm feeling immediately surged up from my lower abdomen, traveled up my spine, and flowed through my limbs.

He continued fighting, using the single whip, raising his hand in a sweeping motion, and the White Crane Spreads Its Wings.

Every move was smoother than the previous two days, and the breathing and movements were perfectly synchronized.

The "qi sensation" that took me half a week to find in my past life, I had on the very first day in this life. Today is the third day, and that heat is already starting to surge.

By the third round, my back was slightly sweaty, and I felt indescribably comfortable all over.

He stopped his punching stance and exhaled a long breath.

He started to make plans in his mind.

At this rate, I'll be more than confident facing the big boss in a month.

Even if he hadn't practiced boxing in his past life, he could still hold his own against Chen Xinyi for five matches at his peak.

At eighteen, one's body is already at its peak, and with this set of boxing techniques—

and many more.

Wei Yi patted his forehead.

He must have died floating in his past life. How come he's already fallen back into his old habits after just winning 200,000?

"Young man, your boxing is quite impressive. Where did you learn it?"

The voice came from behind, a little hoarse, but with a strong voice.

Wei Yi turned around.

An old man stood by the flower bed, wearing a white undershirt and black baggy pants, holding an enamel mug with the words "Souvenir of an activity for retired cadres of the statistics system" printed on it.

Wei Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Grandpa Zhou.

The retired senior official from the National Bureau of Statistics lives in Building No. 10, the same building as him.

In his past life, he lived here for over a year, coming over every holiday. Later, when his child needed to go to school, his sister wanted to buy a school district house in this neighborhood, and it was Grandpa Zhou who made the connection.

We're old acquaintances.

This old man is a good person, but he's also a chatterbox; he can't stop talking about his daughter who works on Financial Street.

In his past life, Wei Yi had often heard him talk about his daughter, Zhou Min, and her aunt.

Aunt Zhou works on Financial Street, doing investments. She's shrewd and capable, but her judgment is a bit lacking.

I invested in OFO's angel round in early 2016, but later, due to the cash-burning war, the break in the funding chain, and the inability to refund the deposits, all that money went down the drain.

She was upset about this for several years, and she would talk about it every time she came back to see Grandpa Zhou.

"Grandpa, I just practiced it randomly," Wei Yi replied with a smile.

Grandpa Zhou shook his head, took two steps closer with his teacup, and looked him up and down. "He doesn't look like someone who's just practicing blindly."

"And it's rare to see someone so young exercising this early," Grandpa Zhou said, taking a sip of tea and sitting down by the flowerbed. "These days, young people are either working overtime or sleeping in. It's rare to see someone in the neighborhood at six o'clock."

"The college entrance exam just ended, so I'm free."

"Oh? How did the exam go?"

"It's alright, I'd estimate around 560."

Grandpa Zhou nodded and casually added, "That's not bad. My daughter only scored 580 on her exam back then, but she still made it big. Now she works in the Financial Street area, doing some kind of investment, and she's always busy. Sigh, it's so boring."

Here it comes!

This sentence structure was the same in my past life.

"It's a good thing that young people are busy," Wei Yi continued.

"What good news?" Grandpa Zhou waved his hand. "I only get to go home a few times a year, and when I do come back, she just keeps talking about sharing, the internet, and the 'hot trend,' but I don't understand a word of it. Oh, right, she said last time that some students at Peking University are doing some kind of bike-sharing thing, what's it called again..."

"Shared bikes?" Wei Yi blurted out.

"Yes, yes, that's it." Grandpa Zhou slapped his thigh, causing the tea in his enamel mug to spill. "You know it too?"

Wei Yi nodded, trying to keep his tone casual. "I've heard of it. Apparently, it's a project by a few graduates from Peking University, and it hasn't been around for very long."

His mind was in turmoil.

OFO was founded in April 2014 by Dai Wei, a graduate of Peking University. It was originally called "ofo" and has not yet been officially renamed "OFO Little Yellow Bike".

At this point in time, the entire project was still just a prototype on the Peking University campus. Mobike wasn't even officially established until 2015.

It seems that the wind is only just picking up on this track.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

He took it out and saw it was Chen Xinyi.

When she answered, her voice was still languid from just waking up, tinged with a hint of nervousness: "Where did you go? I pushed open your door and there was no one there."

"They're doing their morning exercises downstairs, sis. I can't sleep."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Chen Xinyi's tone softened, then became fierce again: "Morning exercise? What morning exercise? You haven't slept all night and you want to exercise? Hurry up and take a shower, then we'll go have breakfast together."

"Okay, right away."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Yi said goodbye to Grandpa Zhou.

Grandpa Zhou waved with a smile, raising his enamel teacup: "Not bad, young man. Come again tomorrow morning."

"Sir, do you also come at this time every day?"

"I go at this time every day, unless it's raining heavily, windy, or snowing heavily."

He went upstairs, pushed open the door, and saw Lin Siyan, who should have already washed up, sitting on the living room sofa tying her hair. She glanced at him when she heard the door open and smiled.

Chen Xinyi sat cross-legged on the sofa, still in her pajamas. When she saw Wei Yi come in, she glanced at him and her gaze lingered on his face for two seconds.

"You're covered in sweat. Go take a shower first."

"Um."

"After you've finished showering and changed your clothes, let's go have breakfast together."

"Okay, sis."

Wei Yi walked towards the restroom.

Behind them came the sound of Chen Xinyi talking to Lin Siyan, her tone light and casual: "Siyan, what do you think he's doing running downstairs to practice so early in the morning? I've never seen him this diligent at home before."

Lin Siyan chuckled but didn't say anything.