May 21, 2010.

At Banyan Castle University, the warm afternoon sun shines through the cracks in the leaves, forming dots of light on the boulevard. When the breeze blows, the mango trees on both sides of the road sway slightly, and students talk to each other and walk along the road, forming a peaceful campus scene.

A rustically dressed student was walking down the boulevard with a depressed face. He was about twenty years old, ordinary-looking, wearing a blue T-shirt that was clearly a street vendor, a pair of lightly washed light blue jeans, and cheap sneakers.

From the outside, he is just an ordinary poor student, the kind of person who will never be recognized if he is put in the crowd.

But at the moment, his heart was surging.

Because he is Fang Yang, who just died in the crash.

Three days ago, after Fang Yang failed to parachute, he thought that his colorful life had come to an end with regret but heroism, but who would have thought that he would wake up at Rongcheng University and become this poor student named Fang Yang. And the previous owner of this body is probably lost because of the accidental fall three days ago!

For three days, Fang Yang worked hard to adapt himself to this new body and new identity, and also tried to understand the environment and background of this Fang Yang.

The first thing he discovered was the difference in time, the time when Fang Yang had an accident was in May 2013, and after crossing over, he found that the current time was May 2010, which meant that he had returned to three years ago.

To be precise, he traveled to another parallel world, and the time in this world is only 2010.

The reason Fang Yang's confusion was that everything he knew well had become plausible.

After learning about his current situation three days ago, the first thing Fang Yang did was to find a computer with Internet access and enter a complex domain name. Almost instantly, the familiar login interface of the Red Rock Club with a strong revolutionary style appeared in front of Fang Yang.

The Red Rock Club is a high-end private club established by several red third generations, and the club's online forum is also extremely private, with no more than 100 people with forum accounts combined. Top gentlemen often share their glorious deeds on the forum to show off their glorious deeds, so this is Fang Yang's first choice for gathering intelligence.

However, when Fang Yang entered his account, the forum showed that the user did not save zài!

Fang Yang immediately switched to his cousin Fang Qiao's account, and as a result, he successfully logged in at one time. Fang Yang didn't care about why his account didn't have zài, so he plunged into the forum to analyze the large amount of information revealed behind the online posts, and summarized it to corroborate it with the information he had in his previous life. After two days of busy work, Fang Yang came to a conclusion that he was extremely unwilling to accept:

It turned out that Fang Yang, an outstanding son of the Huaxia political family, had never existed in this parallel world!

Although the several great families in my memory are still unchanged in this world, and even some of the gentlemen I know well are still living an erosive life of dogs and horses, as if nothing has changed, but only Fang Yang is a poor student in this world, and has nothing to do with the behemoth Fang family.

Fang Yang was very depressed, since God had given him a chance to be reborn, why did he let himself become a useless ordinary student? From accepting the fragmented memory fragments of his predecessor, Fang Yang roughly understood his situation in this world: his predecessor grew up in a poor family, his father died of illness when he was three years old, and his mother grew up by growing vegetables in a small county town in the north of Southeast Province.

This made Fang Yang, a high-quality gentleman who was extremely unsuitable for the poor and luxurious young man who was alive before his rebirth, for a boy like him, who was accustomed to the beauty of the fragrant car, returning to the ordinary was more uncomfortable than killing him. Thinking from this point of view, Fang Yang would rather die so heroically than become an inconspicuous drop in the vast sea of people like he is now.

"Fang Yang! Let's fight together? A classmate on the basketball court next to him shouted while dribbling the ball.

Fang Yang hesitated for a moment, waved his hand at the board inch, and said:

"Something else! Next time! ”

After speaking, Fang Yang continued to walk towards the school gate. The board took a hook shot, accurately sent the basketball into the basket, and then said to his companions:

"You're in luck! Fang Yang doesn't play, otherwise he will definitely beat you to the ground! ”

The companion pursed his lips and said:

"Han Song, who are you blinding! It's not that I don't know! This guy has been in college for three years, and it is estimated that the number of times he has played can be counted on five fingers! ”

"Your grandson is you! I've been in the same dormitory with him for several years, and I only saw it in physical education class yesterday, and this kid's shooting is called a quasi! Shooting from beyond the three-point line, thirty times, how many did you guess? 28 pcs! That's what people call real people not showing their faces! ”

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Fang Yang, who is being discussed by his classmates, has no heart to play at this moment!

While walking towards the north gate of Rongda, he slandered in his heart: The frustration of the predecessor is simply the best in the silk, and he actually went to work in the bar where she worked for a civilian school girl who had a secret love for three years and did not dare to confess, and borrowed 6,000 yuan from the bar, and secretly gave her who was in urgent need of money in the name of others.

As a direct consequence of this, you have to sign a contract that can be called a deed of sale.

In other words, the predecessor left Fang Yang with a mess of negative equity.

In addition, the upcoming summer vacation is also in vain, and you must accept the exploitation of the capitalists until you pay off your debts. On the day Fang Yang crossed over, the bar called to ask why he didn't go to work, Fang Yang took three days off on the pretext of being injured, and was deducted from his salary for a week.

What made Fang Yang collapse the most was that he racked his brains and couldn't remember what this civilian school girl named Soho, who directly led him to be in debt, looked like, and could only feel his ex's strong love for him and a hazy beauty.

Dare to love this frustration has never dared to take a serious look at the other party, so that the memory left for Fang Yang is so vague.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang couldn't wait to pull his predecessor out of the Netherworld Mansion and slap him a few times, as a romantic young man in his previous life, Fang Yang hated this guy with a negative EQ. If you like it, you should boldly say it, and let go of your hands and feet to pursue it! Crush for up to three years, funding some money and fake others, deserves a lifetime!

Thinking that he had actually crossed over to become such a fighter in the silk, Fang Yang was extremely depressed. While cursing his ex in his heart, he walked helplessly in the direction of the bar.

White Horse Road is built along the White Horse River, the most famous inland river in Banyan City. On the other side of the White Horse River, echoing White Horse Road, there are dozens of bars of all sizes along the riverside. This is a bar street planned and built by the municipal government in recent years, which is called a cluster effect. It's around five o'clock in the afternoon, and most of the bars are open.

In one room, the gate and walls are spray-painted with wild graffiti, and above the gate covered with thick copper nails hangs a large plaque in the shape of a flame with a thick hemp rope, with several large blue graffiti letters: "Flame Pub".

Fang Yang pushed the door in, it was still early at the moment, the wide field seemed particularly empty, there was a small stage in the middle of the field, and all the seats were set around the stage. Several waiters are making final adjustments to the stage equipment under the command of the boss Zhou Weiqiang.

Zhou Weiqiang is in his thirties, tall and big, with a full beard. He wears a white tank top and blue jeans, revealing his muscles and hideous tattoos. When the waiters chatted in private, they all said that Zhou Weiqiang used to be a dark man and knew a lot of friends on the road. Fang Yang didn't care about this, if no one covered it this year, the bar wouldn't be able to open for three days. In his previous life, let alone a small boss of this level, even the underground boss of Rong City, Fang Yang may not take it seriously.

Seeing Fang Yang enter the door, Zhou Weiqiang stopped what he was doing, walked over and asked with concern:

"Xiao Fang, I heard that I was injured a few days ago? It doesn't matter! No, I'll rest for a few more days! ”

Zhou Weiqiang had a deep voice, and when he spoke, his eyes naturally showed concern, and his hand was gently on Fang Yang's shoulder. Simple body language makes people feel very warm and comfortable, and I have to say that he still has two strokes in winning people's hearts.

If you don't come again, your salary will be deducted this month! Fang Yang sneered. But on the surface, it didn't show it, and just said politely:

"Thank you Brother Qiang for your concern, it's no big deal!"

"That's fine! You clean up and come out to help later! Zhou Weiqiang patted Fang Yang's shoulder and said.

"Little Yangzi! Come here! A pleasant female voice sounded behind Fang Yang, Fang Yang turned his head to look, and just saw a sexy girl accurately catching the cocktail jug tumbling and falling in the air, her movements were chic and beautiful.

Fang Yang's eyes lit up: The best beauty! He looked at the bartending girl as he walked towards her.

The black low-cut tight T-shirt reveals the seductive career line on the girl's chest and a snow-white willow waist, and the cute belly button is surrounded by purple petal sequins that sparkle in the light. She was wearing light blue denim hot pants underneath, and her straight hips and slender thighs were set off extremely attractively.

The girl's hair is dyed a pale chocolate color, and the fine Qi bangs and dynamic curls with a high sense of layering reveal the charm of a mature woman. After pouring the wine, she bent down and supported her elbows on the bar, her chin was supported with both hands, and she looked at Fang Yang with a pair of big watery eyes, and a lazy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

As soon as she leaned over, the girl's delicate waist bent into a charming S-shape, and from Fang Yang's point of view, she could just see two perfect hemispheres coming out of the tight T-shirt, and her slightly curly hair fell down casually, covering the small half of her delicate cheeks, and there was a seductive feeling of holding the pipa and half covering her face.

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At this time, Fang Yang's mind naturally came up with the memory of the bartending girl left by his predecessor: the girl's name is Ning Qiaoqian, 24 years old this year, she is the ace bartender of the bar, and she once won the runner-up in the national fancy bartending competition. Ning Qiaoqian has always taken good care of her ex, like a big sister, but she will tease him from time to time, which makes him blushing and embarrassed, so her ex is both respectful and awe-inspiring to Ning Qiaoqian.

"Hello Sister Qian!" Fang Yang secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and greeted Ning Qiaoqian, who was deliberately in a seductive pose.

Fang Yang didn't blush! Ning Qiaoqian was a little surprised, and after a pause, she said with a grin:

"Roll over here and let my sister touch your wounds!"

Fang Yang walked to the bar and lowered his head a little crying and laughing, from the memory of his predecessor, Fang Yang knew that his predecessor had been trained by Ning Qiaoqian, and in front of Ning Qiaoqian, his predecessor could be said to be submissive. However, it is precisely because of his honest appearance that Ning Qiaoqian, who has a heroine's demeanor, has a good impression of him and has always taken care of him.

Ning Qiaoqian touched the top of Fang Yang's injured head a few times, then opened his hair and looked at it repeatedly, and said with a sigh of relief:

"It's okay, it's scabbed!"

After speaking, Ning Qiaoqian's hand was still caressing Fang Yang's hair, Fang Yang smiled bitterly and said:

"Sister Qian! I've got to go in and change my clothes! ”

"Get out, get out......" Ning Qiaoqian withdrew her jade hand, glanced at Fang Yang impatiently, and said.

Fang Yang was pardoned, and walked briskly towards the small locker room behind the side of the bar.

At this time, the waiter brought the wine list, and Ning Qiaoqian glanced at it and reached out to pick up the juice jug, ready to start mixing. But Ning Qiaoqian seemed to think of something, slapped her forehead with her left hand, then put down the juice pot she picked up again, turned her head and said:

"Ah, come and do it for me!"

"Okay, Sister Qian!" A male bartender next to him hurriedly answered.

Ning Qiaoqian left the waiting customers and walked towards the locker room with her feet raised.