Primary school students of all worlds

Primary school students of all worlds

Author: Holy Fire D Trial

Introduction:

Chapter 1: Reminiscing about the past in the baby's bed, sleeping for a hundred days like a hibernating dragon

Chapter 2: Raise your head and keep your ambition, lower your head and suck on the pacifier

Chapter 3: Six years old, it’s time to short real estate, go long gold, and seize the trend of consumption downgrade

Chapter 4: The company goes public! Annual revenue of 10 billion!

Chapter 5: The hibernating dragon in the abyss, ready to leap, the future is limitless!

Chapter 6: On the way home from school, Fat Tiger blocked him in the alley and beat him up

Blood and Tears, Friendship and Enemy of Primary School Students: Chapter 1: Recalling Past Lives by the Crib, Sleeping for Hundred Days Like a Hibernating Dragon

Inside the hospital, which smells faintly of disinfectant...

The doctors and nurses looked at the baby in confusion, who had just arrived in this world through their care and began to look at the world.

The baby's clear eyes, which should be free of any impurities, were now flashing with violent emotional fluctuations, all because his brain was constantly flashing back chaotic fragments of memories. In his memories -

Hawking went to the island to solve the problem, and the big plane fell down;

Russia and Ukraine are at war with each other, and Israel and Palestine are fighting in Gaza;

Key Club sells itself to the painful news, LGD does not play Mammoth;

Blizzard was buried in hubris, and Girls’ Frontline is hard to come by;

The flames burned out the heroes, and students took over the aid mission;

Gradually, the disordered memories were slowly arranged in order, and the baby finally remembered his name, or the name of his previous life, and then he realized his current situation - he had successfully reincarnated and was reborn as a human being.

At this moment, indescribable complex emotions lingered in my heart, and eventually turned into whimpering cries that echoed in the delivery room.

To be reborn! Is it easy for him?!!!

Wang Quan remembered very clearly that he died because he was in trouble in the mountains and accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms.

After falling unconscious, his soul left his body under the influence of a mysterious force and was forcibly dragged through a bizarre passage. After passing through the passage, he suddenly found himself in the home of a loving couple. The mysterious force also forced his entire soul into the body of the husband of the couple, and then he was trapped in a dark place where he could not move.

Although he didn't know what the mysterious power was, nor why he was stuffed into the body of the man of the couple, but based on the superstitious sayings of the older generation, Wang Quan guessed that he should have entered the legendary reincarnation process, and the woman was carrying his physical body for the next life, and the man was keeping his soul. When the time was right, the soul and the body would be combined to give him a new life!

I just don’t know why the old man didn’t give him a whole bowl of Meng Po soup?

Just as he was anxiously speculating about his current situation, a ray of light appeared in his dark world. A powerful irresistible force swept his soul, squeezing it towards the light. Soon, in his soul state, he saw his mother in this life. Just when he couldn't wait to throw himself into his mother's arms, enter his own flesh and be born as a human being again -

His father in this life threw a familiar rubber sleeve onto the white wall next to the trash can, and then his soul was dragged and smashed against the wall by the mysterious force.

"You really don't want to have a child?"

Wang Quan, who was perched on the wall in confusion, heard the man plead with the woman, "Our mother always looks at me strangely."

"Maybe in a little while."

The woman said regretfully, "You know the company's situation well. If I get pregnant now, I'll have to leave my job, and the promotion I promised myself would be scrapped. Let's have a baby after this busy year is over. I think the baby would definitely want his mother to be a capable CEO."

The baby immediately protested in denial, but no one could hear the sound he made in his soul state, and the mysterious force pressed his head down again and forced it back into the man's body.

This is nothing. Wang Quan is not an impatient person. He doesn't mind waiting until his mother becomes a leader before being born.

Yes, he could have endured the darkness, but—

Damn it, God just let him open his eyes and see the light!

Every day he would emerge from the darkness and either crash into a wall, a trash can, or have an intimate encounter with toilet paper.

Even though he wasn't born yet, he was already full of filial piety. He really wanted to grab his father's ears and tell him to take care of himself. Isn't it better for us to take care of our health?!

What can he do? His voice is insignificant, and he can only numbly repeat the same days as an NPC, randomly refreshing in the trash can or bathroom every day.

After an unknown amount of time, he was finally not born in a trash can again, but entered a very warm place, and then his consciousness became drowsy and he fell into a deep sleep.

Until now, he smelled the scent of disinfectant, felt the warmth of a human body, and saw the smiles of his mother and father in this life...

Recalling the days when he kept seeing light, walls, trash cans, and toilet paper, the baby began to cry again, causing the parents in the room to smile happily but with a hint of uneasiness about the future.

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First Year…

Young children are always sleepy. They live their lives with a long sleep every once in a while, and can only understand what is happening in the outside world for a short while. Unfortunately, due to the environment and physical limitations, they only have a small space to move around. Once they cross the line, sometimes it is their father or sometimes their mother who will carry them back to the cradle, and tell them helplessly not to be too naughty and that their parents are very busy at work.

the second year……

Because they needed to take care of him, his parents started bringing their work home, and he was able to understand the outside world through his parents' work. However, this understanding was not a big deal, as it made him dumbfounded when he had originally planned to create a prodigy persona and then make money as an internet celebrity. The computer his mother used for work was a big-bottomed computer, and his father was even more amazing, as he used a big mobile phone that he had only heard of in legends!

The third year……

Working from home regularly obviously wasn't feasible, so his parents began taking turns taking care of him, and they often argued over who would take care of him. For the past year, he'd been struggling with the question of whether this was reincarnation, rebirth, or perhaps a journey to another world.

fourth year……

It seemed that his work ability was appreciated by the boss of a foreign company, so his parents in this life took him to work in District 11 overseas, and hired a nanny for him. From then on, he could only see his parents once every one or two weeks, or even a month. But it didn't matter that they couldn't see each other. Whenever they met, they would argue endlessly about who would take care of the children and who would go to work. He spent more time with the young nanny, and through her, he learned about the delicate era he was living in.

Although there were some discrepancies with his understanding, he keenly discovered that the era he was living in was very similar to around 1970.

fifth year……

He hasn't seen his parents for a whole year. Perhaps they are both busy with their own careers. However, the money is still deposited into the nanny's account, and it is not a small amount. The nanny is afraid that something will happen to him, her cash cow, and has begun to restrict his personal freedom, fearing that it will be visible if he falls or gets hurt. He also started to eat a lot, exercise actively, and try to save his physical strength.

Year 6…

After his height had grown to 1 meter and he was old enough to go to first grade, he began to act on his own. He took some money when the nanny was not paying attention, and then escaped from the cold house. Based on his memories of his previous life, he prepared to give full play to his subjective initiative as a reincarnation in the 80s.

If possible, he actually didn't want to take risks at such a young age. His physical strength and capital were limiting his ideas, but he was familiar with the historical context and knew that a historic event would happen in the next few years, so even if his height of 1 meter did not allow it, he had to bite the bullet and go ahead, and difficulties unsurprisingly followed one after another.

In this strange country, even if he had a forward-looking vision, no adult would seriously listen to him, a child who was only one meter tall, let alone help him get food, shelter, and household registration, not to mention that he needed someone to help him start a listed company so that he could exercise sufficient subjective initiative.

But this did not pose a problem for him. First, he used his tricks to pretend to be a mysterious prophet, and said a few predictions about the future to the target with good eyes. Then he would wait for the predictions to come true, and the target person would come to listen to his new predictions with a look of surprise, suspicion and awe.

Seventh year...

His height of less than one meter would undoubtedly be a disadvantage if he was doing serious work, but if he was using it to play tricks, it would instead cast a veil of mystery over him. Soon, three or five half-believing and half-doubting believers gathered around him, and with his accurate "predictions" of the future and the passage of a whole year, the number of believers who gathered around him gradually increased.

Year 8…

He predicted to his followers that in two years, District 11's bubble-like economy would burst, and the days of extravagance and decadence would be gone forever. The entire District 11 would face a lost thirty years. The sect that had been growing stronger was instantly reduced to its original form. Most of the believers who had firmly believed in the bright economic prospects of District 11 left him, the "prophet", leaving only a mere fifteen followers.

When he said that the real estate market would collapse and his followers had to sell their houses, another twelve followers left him. Only three followers were convinced by his prophecies and well-reasoned words and sold their properties at the highest point.

The ninth year...

He blew out the birthday cake with nine candles on it, kicked away the believers who were crying and shouting that they wanted to rejoin the church, and in the turbulent and wailing bubble era, he did not retreat but instead invested heavily in low-end catering, low-end tea drinks, pre-prepared meals, second-hand goods and other markets that were rising against the trend. As expected, money also floated towards him like snowflakes. Every minute and every second, the assets of his most loyal believers were constantly rising and expanding at an astonishing rate.

The tenth year...

Walking in the alley, Wang Quan recalled how he had been busy like a top in the past few years, and the room full of gold. The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably. He had accomplished achievements that he could never have imagined in his previous life in just a few years.

The loneliness of being at the top?

The emptiness after having completed all the achievements?

nonexistent!

Only ten years old, he raised his head, looked at the scorching sun in the sky, then took a deep breath, and vented his frustration in his previous life and his joy at finally turning his life around in this life with the most heroic laugh.

The dormant dragon in the abyss is about to take flight, and his future is about to...

"Hey! You guy!"

A voice interrupted his boastful laughter, followed by an angry voice behind him.

"You're laughing so happily, do you have any problem with my Fat Tiger's beautiful voice?!"

Blood, Tears, Friendship, and Enmity among Elementary School Students: Chapter 2: A Nuclear-Bomb-Like Encounter

After his wonderful imagination of the future was rudely interrupted, Wang Quan calmly turned around and looked behind him, looking at the elementary school student in front of him who called himself Fat Tiger in confusion. The other party ran straight towards him, grabbed his sleeve and pulled it up.

A familiar feeling came over his memory, but Wang Quan was sure that he had never seen this stocky little fat man before. The man's body width was almost twice as wide as his, and his strength was also astonishingly great. Just by being grabbed by Fat Tiger's collar, he felt that his feet had left the ground.

This elementary school student is developing well...

Wang Quan looked down at Fat Tiger and said nonchalantly, "I just remembered something funny. As for your singing—I was distracted just now and really didn't hear anything."

Fat Tiger's expression was dull for a moment, then he scratched his head and laughed as he let him down.

"I misunderstood, but this is all your fault! Don't smile so foolishly when you walk alone next time. It's easy for people to misunderstand you. Here, I'll give this to you as compensation."

As he spoke, Fat Tiger forced something into his hand. It felt like paper, and Fat Tiger said mysteriously, "This is a good thing. It will allow you to feel the beauty of music."

Wang Quan looked at his palm in confusion. It was a crumpled piece of paper, probably torn from a homework book. On it was a rough drawing with crayons depicting an empty space and a stage. On the stage was a fat man in orange clothes, and below the stage were a few stick figures. It also had the words "Fat Tiger Concert Tickets" written on it.

"Thanks, but no thanks."

Wang Quan said casually: "I'm not interested in the music played by elementary school students, and I don't want to wait and throw your things into the trash can after you leave, so you should take it back yourself."

Fat Tiger's face immediately turned red, but it was obviously not out of embarrassment, as could be seen from his large, snorting nostrils, the cross-ribs on his forehead, and his bared teeth...

"Asshole! Are you looking down on my concert? Which elementary school did you go to?"

Looking at Fat Tiger who rolled up his sleeves as if he was about to take action, Wang Quan calmly took out the key, placed the handle of the key in his palm, then closed his fist and extended the sharp part between his index finger and middle finger.

After making his own simple brass knuckles, he confidently pressed the knuckle bones and said indifferently, "I'm in a hurry to go to a meeting at the new company, so how can I have time for school? But I can teach you some social skills..."

Before he could finish his words, Fat Tiger started yelling and punched him in the face!

Fat Tiger's punch was very slow, but before the fist arrived, the air brought up by the fist had formed a strong wind that blew his hair into a mess. With horror in his eyes, he subconsciously bent his arms to defend himself, and then... his eyes went black and he knew nothing.

It was a while before he regained consciousness. Amidst anxious cries of "Are you okay?" and "Wake up!", he gradually regained consciousness. He found himself lying next to a trash can, and something was shaking his shoulders...

He stared blankly at the tall, broad, and sturdy creature in front of him—a cat?

But this is not an ordinary cat. Ordinary cats cannot speak, cannot stand up, do not have round hands and a round, earless head, and have a body that looks very sturdy at first glance.

Just when he didn't know how to describe this blue cat-like creature that was beyond common sense, a fierce noise came from next door -

The company under his name is a low-end tea shop [Snow King Milk Tea Shop] that was opened to cater to the era of large-scale consumption downgrade. The mascot "Snow King" is wrestling with a toad spirit. The Snow King raised the plaque high and beat the mean toad spirit. The toad spirit was not to be outdone and fought back with a series of toad punches. Even the Snow King's headgear was pulled off by the toad spirit, and the toad spirit rode on it and beat him up. The scene is extremely inappropriate for children.

So Wang Quan also accepted the strange talking creature in front of him, and stood up with difficulty and said, "Which brand's mascot are you?"

"Brand? Of course it's a childcare robot produced by 21st Century Unlimited. Call me Doraemon."

After introducing himself, the chubby Doraemon looked at the child in front of him worriedly and said, "Are you okay? How could you faint in a place like this?"

"I'm being bullied at school! I probably need to contact my doctor to see if I have any broken bones or internal injuries."

Wang Quan stood up with some difficulty, holding on to the wall.

"You're fine. I just used the [Doctor's Backpack] to heal you."

Doraemon said affirmatively.

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan immediately took a liking to the Doraemon student in front of him and handed him a business card: "I have to settle accounts with that Fat Tiger now! If it's convenient for you, come to this address and I will thank you very much."

"Fat Tiger?"

Doraemon was stunned for a moment, then stamped his feet angrily and said indignantly, "That guy was not satisfied after beating Nobita, so he ran outside to bully elementary school students again, right? What's your name?"

"Wang Quan."

"Very good, Wang Quan, wait here! I'll grab his ears and apologize to you right now!"

After saying that, Doraemon angrily chased after Fat Tiger. Seeing this, Wang Quan quickly grabbed the chubby hand and shook his head, saying, "Doraemon, you can't beat him!"

"I can't beat Fat Tiger?"

"Yeah! Although Fat Tiger and I only exchanged one move, I can feel it."

Wang Quan clutched his still aching arm, recalling with lingering fear the punch as big as a sandbag that had oppressed the air. "I've been around for quite a while, and I've encountered many fights, but that punch was beyond my comprehension. That guy was probably born with supernatural powers. An ordinary person would have no chance of defeating him! Not to mention you were wearing a cumbersome leather suit."

"Do not worry."

Doraemon patted his chest confidently and said, "Although I haven't fought against Fat Tiger since I came here, I have a nuclear reactor function and can unleash a 129-horsepower childcare robot. Not to mention one Fat Tiger, I can even beat a whole class of Fat Tigers!"

"Atomic reactor? Horsepower?"

Wang Quan looked at the angry Doraemon with a hint of confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about, but you look so confident. You must have something to rely on. Can you really win?"

Doraemon turned his head, his big round face full of confidence, and he declared that he would win.

"Will win!"