Fortunate Young Gentleman

Chapter 1 of the main volume of the Ruyi Young Man: Hydrangeas dropped from the sky: "Take a look, take a look!"

"Baozi, freshly baked buns!"

"Masters, don't stand outside, come in and have fun..."

On the bustling streets, there are rows of shops and stalls lined both sides of the road. There are shouts and people coming and going, making it very lively.

In a remote alley in the city, several beggars were leaning against the wall listlessly.

The sun at noon is too strong, and those who sit outside begging will get their butts burned. They will wait until an hour later, when the weather gets cooler, to go out to beg.

At the far end of the alley, there was a person lying across the street.

It was a young man with a pale face and plain clothes. He had been lying there motionless for several hours.

The beggars occasionally glanced into the alley and chatted casually.

"Tsk, tsk, I don't know who it is, but he is so cruel..."

"Those people struck hard, but this scholar's body is too weak to resist the beating. He has been lying down for several hours. I don't know if he can survive..."

"If he doesn't wake up tomorrow, he can't stay in this alley, lest he be discovered by the government and become someone else's scapegoat..."

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The noisy sound coming from nowhere kept hitting Tangning's eardrums, making it difficult to hear the content clearly and making people upset. He wanted to block his ears, but found that he couldn't.

His consciousness was extremely clear, but he couldn't control his body, even if he just moved his fingers or opened his eyes.

The faint pain from various parts of his body made him become more awake, and some memories began to emerge clearly in his mind.

Two hours ago, he had just completed the defense of two graduation thesis and successfully obtained a dual master's degree from a university in the northwest. Before that, he had not slept for two days and two nights in order to revise the thesis.

When he left school and rushed back to the orphanage where he grew up, he finally couldn't bear the fatigue and fell asleep on the bus.

When you wake up, it's now.

The environment outside was noisy, his body was sore, and he couldn't open his eyes--could there have been a car accident while he was sleeping?

Tangning could only think of this possibility. He was a little lucky, but also a little scared. Fortunately, he was still conscious, and at least his life was saved. What he was afraid of was that he would become a vegetative state. After the old dean left, he would have no relatives in this world. He didn't know what would happen to the hospital. How to deal with a vegetative person who cannot contact any family members or friends?

He began to work hard to control his body and opened his eyes desperately.

…

A small figure walked in from the alley. It was a little beggar. His clothes were tattered and patched, but not as filthy as other beggars. Under his messy hair, he had a pair of clear eyes.

The little beggar walked to the deepest part of the alley, glanced at the figure lying on the ground, paused, walked around him, and squatted down in the corner next to him.

Listening to the discussion of those beggars, the little beggar looked at the young man lying on the ground.

The man's fingers moved, as if he was thirsty, and he licked his lips several times in a short period of time.

The little beggar suddenly stood up and walked out of the alley.

Tangning still couldn't control his body, and his eyelids were still heavy, but he was able to move his fingers and lick his dry lips.

Suddenly there was the sound of slight footsteps, as if someone was approaching. The person stopped beside him, and not long after, cool liquid slipped into his throat.

If Tangning's lips were like parched earth, then this hint of coolness was like the rain from a long drought.

Tangning was surprised to find that he could control his body.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice: "Nurse, I..."

His voice stopped suddenly, because what he saw was not an angel in white wearing a nurse's uniform, but a dirty little face, about eleven or twelve years old, male or female, with messy hair. A pair of big eyes are bright and lively.

The other party held a lotus leaf in his hand, folded it and made it into a container. There was water in the container, which should have been used to feed him just now.

This is not a hospital, and he is not lying on a hospital bed. He is lying in an alley, and not far away are several beggars in ragged clothes, leaning against the wall, looking at him with strange eyes.

When the little beggar saw that he was awake, he silently retreated to the corner and stopped looking at him.

"Gu, Gu Gu..."

The first thing Tangning needed to figure out was not where he was or how he got here, but how he could fill his stomach.

He was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to stand up...

The little beggar took out a paper bag from his arms and opened it. There was a cold bun inside.

"Gu, Gu Gu..." Tangning stared at the bun.

The little beggar put the bun to his mouth.

"Gu, Gu Gu..." Tangning was still staring at the bun.

The little beggar looked at him, with a look of hesitation on his dirty little face. After thinking for a while, he divided the bun into two halves and handed half over.

Without hesitation, Tang Ning stuffed half of the bun into her mouth and swallowed it in big gulps.

Stuffed with cabbage.

The little beggar put the remaining half of the bun to his mouth, and heard the voice again: "Gu, Gu Gu..."

This time Tang Ning didn't look at the little beggar. The bun in the little beggar's hand had already been brought to his mouth, but he didn't bite it.

After a while, the other half of the bun was handed over, but Tang Ning did not take it.

The little beggar placed the half of the bun on the lotus leaf, stood up, and walked out of the alley.

Tang Ning looked outside the alley, trying to memorize the figure in his mind. After a long while, he picked up the half-filled cabbage bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

The bun was big and full of stuffing. After eating one bun, he finally regained some strength.

He reached into his pocket, ready to take out his phone.

There was no pocket, let alone a phone.

He lowered his head and finally realized something was wrong.

His clothes, his shoes, his------his hands!

He showed disbelief on his face, reached out to touch his face, looked around in confusion, and walked towards a puddle of rain not far away...

On the surface of the water, an extremely unfamiliar face was reflected.

...

Tang Ning stood at the entrance of the alley. Two steps forward, there was a busy street.

He looked confused, stretched out his hands, looked down, and still couldn't accept this reality.

He couldn't accept his body, his appearance, and the world he lived in...

He just took a nap on the bus!

People were coming and going around him, all dressed in ancient costumes. He stepped out and walked around the street. He didn't see any cameras or anything like that, no trace of modern technology.

Let him see a car, an air conditioner, or even a tricycle...

No, nothing, not to mention a tricycle, not even a bicycle.

If it weren't for his body, he might still have a glimmer of hope, but looking at his hands that were obviously smaller, the scratch on his left hand that was accidentally scratched a few days ago also disappeared without a trace...

He graduated with a master's degree at the age of 23. Now this body looks like he is at most 16 or 17 years old. Both his appearance and body shape are very different from before.

He has been interested in traditional Chinese culture since he was a child. During his master's degree, in addition to his major, he also obtained a master's degree in Chinese language and literature. In his spare time, he also read novels, traditional and online. He is very familiar with this situation.

If this is not a dream, he may have traveled through time.

Just yesterday, he had just finished reading a historical time-travel novel called "The Little Scholar of Carefree Life". The protagonist in the novel traveled through time after sleeping in a library, which was somewhat similar to his situation.

The difference was that when the guy named Li Yi traveled through time, he had a library in his mind. With a vast amount of modern knowledge, he split the land and became a king in another world, and finally lived a shameless life with a group of wives and concubines.

He had also read some other types of time-travel novels. Others who traveled through time all had rings, systems, and libraries. Under the guidance of the old man with white beard, they embarked on a path of becoming a peerless strongman who defied the heavens...

He had nothing.

He didn't even know who he was or where he lived. He was a little sad that the time traveler had become like this, in addition to not being able to accept the reality of time travel.

He walked in the street in a daze. It was fine if he didn't have a system or a cheat code, but at least he knew who he was, where his home was, what place he was in, and whether he could have cabbage buns for the next meal...

Hungry and depressed, Tang Ning couldn't help but raise his head and raised his middle finger, cursing: "Damn God, why do you have to do this..."

A black shadow quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Bang!

On a two-story building on the street, a pretty woman looked at the young man who fell down on the street and was stunned for a moment.

She covered her face and murmured: "It's over, my hand slipped..."

Someone started to rush down from the attic.

On the street, in the crowd, a young man looked at the figure lying on the ground and shouted: "Quick, hurry up and get the hydrangea back for me!"

Tang Ning lay on the ground, his head buzzing, and something wet flowed down his forehead.

He was holding a big red ball in his arms, solid.

He didn't dare to curse the thief God anymore, he was afraid that the next time it would not be a stone that fell from the sky, but a knife.

He held the thing tightly in his arms. This was the murder weapon and the evidence!

He was bleeding from the blow, so he had to pay some money, right?

With the money, he would buy buns, ten buns!

He would also return a bun to the little beggar, no, ten buns, a hundred buns!

There were chaotic footsteps around him, and those people were trying to snatch the evidence in his arms.

Tang Ning curled up and held the thing tightly in his arms, clenching his teeth and refusing to let go.

A bunch of bastards, they were in such a state, and they still wanted to take the murder weapon and destroy the evidence------are they still human!

Fists started to fall on him, and then feet.

He was bullied a lot in an orphanage when he was a child, but he still held the murder weapon tightly.

This was not a murder weapon, it was evidence, buns, a hundred buns...

"Stop, stop quickly..."

A sharp voice sounded, and Tang Ning opened his eyes and saw several people wearing the clothes of officials in ancient costume dramas walking quickly towards him.

This was the last scene he could see...