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Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

Cen Ling turned around, and Su Qingluo had come behind him at some point.

"You're here. Cen Ling smiled slightly, although this smile looked the same as before, but at this time, it looked very strange in Su Qingluo's eyes.

"What should I call you?Cen Ling?or Mr. Chen?" Su Qingluo's smile looked a little restrained.

"Let's call me Cen Ling, how did you call it before, how do you call it now, naturally, wouldn't it be good if we were like that before?" Cen Ling said indifferently.

Su Qingluo smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's me who climbed high." ”

Cen Ling shook his head, "No, I'm just an ordinary person." ”

Su Qingluo sighed, "It's like a dream, I still can't believe it's true." ”

"Do you regret it?"

"Do I still have the right to regret it now?" Su Qingluo lowered his head slightly.

Cen Ling said indifferently: "Anyone has the right to regret it." ”

Su Qingluo raised his head, and a glimmer of hope sparked in his eyes.

Cen Ling looked at her quietly and said slowly: "However, not everyone has the opportunity to make amends. ”

The light in Su Qingluo's eyes disappeared.

Cen Ling said again: "Don't blame me for ruining your good relationship with Zhang Xiaohan, as far as I know, he and a girl in the marketing department are young and childhood sweethearts, so I haven't believed that your relationship with him is true before." ”

Su Qingluo lowered his head again, this time lower than last time.

"Not what you think. Su Qingluo whispered, her voice so low that only she seemed to be able to hear it.

"Don't take men for fools. Cen Ling's tone was still so flat, as if he was talking to himself, and said softly: "You beautiful girls will use the same methods, and rich men will do the same." ”

"What about you?" Su Qingluo suddenly raised his head and asked timidly: "You are also a rich man, and you are richer than the vast majority of rich people in this world, ...... Is it true to me?"

Cen Ling had a playful smile on his face, and he stared at Su Qingluo's eyes and asked, "What about you?"

Su Qingluo said stubbornly: "I asked you first." ”

Cen Ling smiled even more, "But I just want you to answer first." ”

"I ......" Su Qingluo hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "If I say it's sincere, will you believe it?"

Cen Ling glanced down at his watch, sighed softly, and said slowly: "If you said this an hour ago, maybe I would have believed it." ”

He added, "Let's just get along normally as before." Really not sincere this kind of thing, what you say is false, you can naturally feel it after getting along for a long time, you say, right?"

Su Qingluo said a little gloomily: "But I don't think we should have a chance to get along normally anymore......"

Cen Ling smiled, and he said, "You don't think it's important, I'm the boss." ”

After saying this, he stopped looking at her and turned to leave.

"Anyone has the right to regret it, but not everyone has a chance to make amends......" Cen Ling's mind echoed what he had just said to Su Qingluo, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm afraid that the vast majority of people in this world don't have such a chance, compared to them, I'm really lucky enough......"

In the past, he was just a migrant worker wandering in the big city, getting up from a dilapidated rental house of more than a dozen square meters before dawn every morning, and after washing, he walked through an urban village street with the sound of barking dogs, nibbling on white steamed buns, while lining up from the subway entrance a few hundred meters away.

At that time, he was not called Cen Ling, nor was he called Chen Feng, he was brought out of his mother's womb and followed him for more than 20 years with the name "Chen Gu", he sometimes thinks that maybe he was destined to stay at the bottom of the valley for the rest of his life, and he will be ignored like Chen Sesame Rotten Grain for the rest of his life.

He was as humble as a speck of dust in the crowded bustling city, he didn't dare to hope for success, nor did he dare to hope for love, even if a young girl walked by him, he didn't have the courage to take a second look, he could only look up at the gray sky from time to time, fantasizing that if one day his life could be lived from the beginning, he would not live as depressed as he is now.

Finally, on his twenty-fourth birthday, he received a mysterious package with an unknown shipping address, and he was surprised to see that he had not received a birthday present from anyone since his tenth birthday.

He picked up the package and looked at it, only to see that the sender column read: Uncle Hule.

"My Uncle Hule," he felt a little inexplicable, "when I was a schoolboy, I didn't know who made such a boring joke." He vaguely remembers that when he was in elementary school, he learned a text with the name of this.

"Whatever it is, it's better to have a birthday present than nothing. He thought silently, comforting him that even a prank would be better for a man accustomed to being forgotten than being ignored.

He casually opened the package, and inside was a bracelet with a cartoon pattern of a gray wolf.

"It turned out to be a children's toy. He couldn't help but sneer, but there was still a faint sense of loss in his heart, "It seems that it is really a prank." ”

He picked up the bracelet and carefully put it on his wrist, although the gift was a little boring, but it was also a gift from others, and he was reluctant to throw it away.

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in his head: "The system starts, please select the function, please note that all time-travel functions can only be used once." ”

He looked down at the bracelet that looked rather childish and ridiculous, and after a few seconds, he suddenly realized that his life had taken a turn for the better.

In his monotonous life of more than 20 years, he had no less fantasies about his sudden superpowers, and this voice that suddenly flashed in his head seemed to remind him that his dream had become a reality.

He pinched himself hard, and the sharp pain told him it wasn't a dream.

"What are the options?" he could barely suppress his excitement as he asked the nihilistic system in his mind.

"All primary functions have been unlocked, including: Flying, Stealth, Disguise, Body Enhancement, Flame Launch, Water Arrow, Normal Bullet, Tranquilizer Bullet, α Ray, β Ray, γ Ray, X-Ray, Neutron Ray, ......"

"Alright, well, please shut up. The original excitement finally calmed down after dozens of "launches", and he realized that if he allowed the sound of this system to continue to be emitted like this, his mind might be filled with "launches" all day.

He casually asked, "Is there a function that makes me a billionaire right now?" In his past fantasies, the simplest and crudest way to change his miserable life is to become rich immediately.

"I'm sorry, but the Increase Wealth feature is a premium feature and has not been unlocked yet. ”

He sighed, thinking to himself that it was not an easy task to be rich.

"What else did you just say...... Time travel functions?" A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind.

"The space-time function is a special function, which can only be used once in a specific plane, and after use, the space-time travel function will be permanently invalidated. ”

"One-time ah......" He hesitated for a moment, seemed to think of a good plan again, and asked tentatively, "What about it...... If I wanted to go back in time, I could do that?"

"The time travel function belongs to the time travel class, which can be unlocked at any time, are you sure to use this function?"

He took a deep breath, and was about to say "sure" when something suddenly came to mind and asked another question: "Wait a minute, I want to ask, will there be two 'me' selves after going back to the past?"

"According to the law of conservation of mass and energy, individuals in the same time and space are unique, so you can only go back to the state you were at that time. ”

"What about my memories? Will my memories of all these years disappear with me?"

"Information has no mass, it does not contain energy, it can be retained. ”

"That's going to be easy. He smiled with satisfaction and said to the system in his mind, "Then you have to wait a while, I still have some work to do." ”

He took out his mobile phone and searched for the upsets of various major competitive events in the past fifteen years, memorized the names and final results of each of these dozens of matches, and then searched for stocks that had doubled their short-term gains several times in the past fifteen years, and then memorized these hundreds of stock symbols and the start and end dates of each of their skyrockets.

After memorizing it all, a full three hours have passed.

In fact, it took him less than half an hour to write them all down, and he believes that if he had the efficiency of studying for half an hour when he was a student, he might be studying for a master's degree and a doctorate in a prestigious university now.

But just in case, he reviewed for another two and a half hours, until he knew all these boring but representative wealth passwords, and then he said to the system: "Okay, I'm going to use the time rewind function, I'm going to go back fifteen years!"

"Okay, the feature is coming soon, please wait. ”

He suddenly felt that his surroundings were darkened, he seemed to have entered a tunnel, everything around him was rapidly receding, and the familiar past flashed around him like a movie montage, and he found that his body was gradually changing, he knew that he had become a child, and then the surroundings were lit up again.

As he got used to the familiar and unfamiliar surroundings, he found himself in a spacious classroom, which seemed to be in progress, sitting at a desk at the front of the room, surrounded by little boys and girls, and a middle-aged woman with glasses sitting lazily on the podium.

He suddenly remembered that this woman was his homeroom teacher in elementary school and his Chinese teacher, and he saw her lick her fingers, then open the textbook in front of her, and said loudly in a tone with a thick accent: "Please go to the jockey to pull the page." ”

There was a snickering laugh, followed by the sound of brushing and turning the pages.

He flipped through the Chinese textbook on the table in a trance, and when he turned to page 78, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the title of the text on that page.

"Lesson 12 My Uncle Hule"