Chapter 1 Beginning

Songhai City.

Seven thirty in the morning. In a dimly lit room, on a soft, large bed, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly woke up with a start, clutching his head and curling into a shrimp-like posture.

His head felt like it was splitting open. It was as if steel needles had been hammered into his brain, causing his scalp to twitch in pain. He even experienced auditory and visual hallucinations, with chaotic images flashing through his mind and a cacophony of meaningless noise filling his ears.

Zhang Yuanqing knew that his old ailment had relapsed.

Trembling, he climbed out of bed, pulled open the bedside table drawer, fumbled for the medicine bottle, impatiently unscrewed the cap, poured out five or six small blue pills, and swallowed them whole.

Then, he collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath and enduring the excruciating pain.

After a dozen seconds, the soul-searing headache subsided, then dissipated.

"Hoo..." Zhang Yuanqing exhaled in relief, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

When he was in high school, he contracted a strange illness. The symptoms were that his brain uncontrollably recalled all past memories, including forgotten junk information; uncontrollably collected external information and analyzed it; and his brain's control over his body reached an incredible level.

Fortunately, this state could not last long, and would be interrupted because his body couldn't bear the burden.

It was precisely because of this ability that he effortlessly gained admission to Songhai University—a prestigious institution ranked among the top in the country.

Zhang Yuanqing called this state "brain overload." He thought he might be evolving into a superhuman, but because his body couldn't support this evolution, it was frequently interrupted.

When he told the doctor this guess, the doctor said he didn't understand, but was greatly shocked and suggested he go to the psychiatric department downstairs to have a look.

In short, the hospital couldn't find the cause. Later, his mother brought him back a special medicine from abroad, and his condition was brought under control. As long as he took the medicine regularly, it wouldn't flare up.

"It must be because I didn't rest well last night. I was too tired. It's all Jiang Yuer's fault for insisting on coming to my room to play games in the middle of the night..."

Although he said that, his heart was quietly heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew that the effect of the medicine was beginning to weaken, and his symptoms were becoming more and more serious.

"I'll have to increase the dosage in the future..." Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers, walked to the window, and 'swish' opened the curtains.

Sunlight rushed in eagerly, filling the room.

It was April in Songhai City, a bright and sunny spring day, and the morning breeze that greeted him was cool and comfortable.

"Dong, dong!"

At this moment, a knock came from the door, and his grandmother called from outside:

"Yuanzi, wake up."

"No!" Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly and mercilessly. He wanted to sleep in.

It was a bright spring day, and it was the weekend. Wouldn't it be a waste of life not to sleep in?

"I'll give you three minutes. If you don't get up, I'll splash you awake."

His grandmother was even more cold and merciless.

"Okay, okay..." Zhang Yuanqing immediately surrendered.

He knew that his temperamental grandmother could really do that.

When Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother did not remarry, but took her son back to Songhai to settle down, leaving him in the care of his grandparents.

She then plunged into her career, becoming a successful woman praised by her relatives.

Later, his mother bought her own house, but Zhang Yuanqing didn't like the empty, large apartment. He still lived with his grandparents.

Anyway, his mother left early and returned late every day, going on business trips every now and then, focusing on her career. Even if she didn't work overtime on weekends, she would order takeout when it was time for dinner.

...What she said most to her son was, "Do you have enough money? Tell Mom if you don't." A successful businesswoman mother who could financially satisfy you infinitely sounded great.

But Zhang Yuanqing always said to his mother with a smile, "The pocket money from Grandma and Aunt is enough."

Yes, and his little aunt.

The woman who insisted on coming to his room to play games last night was his little aunt.

Zhang Yuanqing yawned, turned the doorknob of the bedroom, and came to the living room.

His grandmother's house, including the shared area, was 150 square meters. Zhang Yuanqing remembered that when they sold the old house to buy this new one, it was more than 40,000 yuan per square meter.

Six or seven years had passed, and now the price of housing in this neighborhood had risen to 110,000 yuan per square meter, almost doubling.

Fortunately, his grandfather had the foresight back then. If it had been the old house, Zhang Yuanqing would have had to sleep in the living room. After all, he was grown up now and couldn't sleep with his little aunt anymore.

At the long dining table by the living room, the culprit who caused his headache was 'gulping, gulping' as she drank porridge, her pink slippers swinging under the table.

She had delicate and beautiful features, and her round, oval face looked quite sweet, with a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye.

Because she had just woken up, her fluffy, messy waves were scattered, adding a bit of lazy charm to her.

His little aunt was called Jiang Yuer, and she was four years older than him.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing come out, his little aunt licked the porridge from the corner of her mouth and said in surprise:

"Yo, you're up so early. That's not like you."

"Your mother's doing."

"Why are you cursing?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

Zhang Yuanqing examined his little aunt's beautiful face, which was as radiant as a flower, energetic, and charming.

It was said that the night would not mistreat those who stayed up late, it would give you dark circles, but this law didn't seem to work on the woman in front of him.

His grandmother in the kitchen heard the noise and poked her head out to take a look. After a moment, she came out with a bowl of porridge.

His grandmother's black hair was streaked with silver, and her eyes were sharp. At first glance, she was the kind of old lady with a bad temper.

Although her loose skin and shallow wrinkles had taken away her beauty, it could still be seen that she had possessed a good appearance when she was young.

Zhang Yuanqing took the porridge handed to him by his grandmother, took a big gulp, and said:

"Where's Grandpa?"

"He went out for a walk," his grandmother said.

His grandfather was a retired old detective. Even though he was old, his life was still very regular. He had to sleep at ten o'clock every night and woke up at six in the morning.

His pretty little aunt drank her porridge and said with a smile:

"After breakfast, Auntie will take you to the mall to buy clothes."

You're being so kind? Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree when his grandmother beside him glared at him with murderous intent:

"If you dare to go, I'll break your dog legs."

"Mom, why are you like this?" His little aunt said with a coquettish look, "I just want to buy Yuanzi some spring clothes. Are you unhappy? Although a nephew has an 'out' in it, he's still family~"

His grandmother broke all laws with one force, "Do you want your dog legs broken too?"

His little aunt pouted and lowered her head to drink her porridge.

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing heard the mother and daughter's game, he knew that his grandmother must have arranged another blind date for his little aunt, and the quirky little aunt wanted to drag him to stir up the waters.

That's what they used to do. She would take her nephew to the blind date, sit for a few minutes, and her nephew, who was a social butterfly, would win over the blind date partner. The two men would talk happily, from people's livelihood to the world situation, and she had nothing to do the whole time.

...She just needed to drink her beverage and play on her phone. The blind date partner would also feel that he had shown enough social experience and knowledge in front of a beauty, and thus feel happy and good about himself.

Jiang Yuer had been delicate and cute since she was a child, and was praised by the neighbors. She was beautiful, sweet, and well-behaved, and was very popular with her elders.

Of course, his grandmother had to be strictly guarded against such a beautiful daughter. When she was in junior high school, she repeatedly warned her not to have early love and not to go out with male classmates.

Her little daughter really didn't disappoint her. She didn't have a boyfriend until she graduated from college, but after entering society, especially after celebrating her 25th birthday at the beginning of the year, his grandmother became a little restless.

She thought to herself, I just don't want you to have early love, I didn't want you to become a leftover woman. How many years of youth does a woman have?

So, she gathered her old sisters and searched for information on talented young men from all over the world, arranging blind dates for her daughter.

"Grandma, it's obvious that she doesn't want to be in a relationship yet. Forced melons aren't sweet," Zhang Yuanqing said while gnawing on a bun, recommending himself:

"Why don't you arrange a blind date for me? My melon is very sweet."

His grandmother said angrily, "You're still young, what's the rush? There are female classmates in college, can't you find one yourself? Be careful I'll beat you if you make trouble again."

His grandmother was a southern woman, but her temper wasn't gentle at all, it was especially fiery.

Even Zhang Yuanqing's career-woman mother didn't dare to argue with his grandmother.

I'm all grown up, okay? I've been a craftsman for several years... Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.

After breakfast, under his grandmother's strong demands, his little aunt went back to her room to change clothes and put on makeup to go on her blind date.

His little aunt put on light makeup, which made her look even more radiant and moving.

A fluffy round-neck knit sweater was paired with a long coat, and light-colored slim-fit jeans wrapped around her long legs, which were well-proportioned and rounded. The narrow pant legs were tucked into black Martin boots.

A Mori-style simple style of dress, not glamorous or flashy, but very delicate.

His little aunt gave him a knowing wink, picked up her bag, and twisted her waist as she went out:

"Mom, I'm going on my blind date."

Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room and unhurriedly changed into a black t-shirt, a windbreaker, and running shoes.

After a few minutes, he opened the door to his bedroom.

His grandmother was cleaning in the living room. Seeing him come out, she stopped what she was doing and silently looked at him.

Zhang Yuanqing imitated his little aunt's tone:

"Mom, I'm going on my blind date too."

"Get back here." His grandmother raised her broom and threatened, "If you dare step out of this door, I'll break your dog legs."

"Okay!" Zhang Yuanqing obediently returned to his bedroom.

Sitting at his desk, he sent a message to his little aunt on his phone:

"The mission was not accomplished, and the hero died first, leaving the sleeves of his robe wet with tears."

"Speak human language!"

His little aunt must have been driving, and her reply was concise and to the point.

"I was stopped at home by Grandma. You should go on your blind date yourself."

His little aunt sent a voice message.

Zhang Yuanqing clicked on it, and Jiang Yuer's angry voice rang out from the speaker:

"What use are you!"

His little aunt retracted a voice message and then sent another one. This time, she changed her tone and acted cute and coquettish:

..."Good nephew, come quickly, Auntie loves you the most, mua~"

Heh, woman!

You want me to touch Grandma's sore spot just by acting cute and coquettish? You have to send a red envelope at least.

At this moment, a slightly harsh ringtone came. Zhang Yuanqing went to the living room and, under his grandmother's gaze, pressed the talk button on the building intercom and said:

"Who is it!"

"Delivery."

A voice came from the speaker.

Zhang Yuanqing pressed the door-opening button. Two or three minutes later, a delivery guy in uniform came upstairs in the elevator, holding a package in his arms:

"Are you Zhang Yuanqing?"

"That's me."

I didn't buy anything online... He signed for it with a puzzled look, and glanced at the package information. The package didn't have a sender's name, but the address was Hangzhou, Jiangnan Province, next door.

He returned to his room, took out a paper cutter from his desk drawer, and opened the package.

Inside was a black card wrapped in a cushioning air bag, and a yellowed letter.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up the black card, which was the size of an ID card. The material seemed to be metal, but it was extremely warm to the touch. The card was very exquisitely made, with shallow silver cloud patterns on the edges and a black full moon in the center.

The black full moon was very delicately printed, and the irregular patches on the surface were clearly visible.

What is this? With a puzzled heart, he opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.

"Yuanzi, I got something very interesting. I once thought it could change my life, but my ability is limited and I can't control it. I think, if it's you, it shouldn't be a problem.

"We're brothers, this is my gift to you.

"Lei Yibing!"

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