Chapter 1 Dreaming Back to 2011

On August 25, 2020, Tang Wen called a friend to borrow money. After being rejected, he climbed up to the roof of the building where he rented a house in a depressed mood.

"Hehe, you called me brother when you asked me to borrow money before. Now? The world is really fickle."

Tang Wen sneered a few times, opened a can of pineapple beer beside him, raised his head and drank it all. There were already four or five empty bottles scattered around.

"Burp, burp, burp..." After Tang Wen drank half of the pineapple beer in one breath, he burped and cursed: "Is it true that people who are unlucky will get stuck in their teeth when drinking cold water? What a broken thing, burp, and bloating."

"Ah" Tang Wen sighed and lay helplessly on the cement floor on the top floor, which was exposed to the sun for a day and was still a little hot at this time, looking at the sky for a long time without saying a word.

Tang Wen, gender: male, hobby: be a rich man. In this economic downturn, he was born in e-commerce major, because he didn't want to cheat customers to buy diet pills against his conscience, so he was "persuaded to quit" by his boss because of his poor performance.

In a month of lying dead at home, all his savings of 1,360 yuan were spent. Now, apart from the empty cans around him, he only has the last 128 yuan on him.

"Hey, if I can't find a job this month, I will really have to beg on the street next month. Tsk, saving money is really a good habit." Tang Wen looked at the fruit XS in his hand and said MAX self-deprecatingly.

The mobile phone in front of him cost him more than a month's salary, but he didn't expect that he was "persuaded to quit" by the company and went home in the second month when he was going to make a basic salary.

Looking at all this, Tang Wen suddenly had a kind of worldly awakening.

Yes, Tang Wen had more than 10,000 yuan in savings, but for this "broken mobile phone" of more than 8,000 yuan, he became like this now.

"I regret it." Tang Wen wanted to hit the culprit, but he didn't have the courage.

Shaking his head, Tang Wen stood up unsteadily. Just as he was about to reach out to pat the dust off his butt, the phone he bought with his "hard-earned money" suddenly slid forward silently.

"Fuck, my phone." Tang Wen instinctively bent forward to grab the phone.

"Hey, it's not right? This seems to be the top floor..." Before Tang Wen could shout out, a girl who was taking a shower with the window open on the sixth floor screamed first.

"Oh my God, this woman usually draws the curtains when she washes her hands, but she didn't draw the curtains today."

"Tsk, so big, so white..." This was Tang Wen's last comment on the woman.

Then, with a "bang," Tang Wen's eyes went black and he knew nothing.

The next morning, the TV station broadcast a news report.

"Yesterday, a suicide by jumping from a building occurred in XXX community in our city. The deceased, Tang XX, committed suicide by drinking in XXX community after losing his job. After being rescued by doctors, he died on August 26, 2020 due to ineffective rescue."

"Nowadays, the unemployment wave of college students has caused great psychological pressure on college students. The relevant "experts" call on everyone to care about the physical and mental health of college students."

Of course, Tang Wen didn't know these. Tang Wen, who fell from the building, felt that he had fallen into a dark space. Although it was dark, Tang Wen found that he could see himself falling all the time.

All this was indescribably weird.

Feeling that he was falling all the time, Tang Wen wanted to shout out. But he was surprised to find that he couldn't do anything. He could only resist the drowsy consciousness.

"Hey, is this hell? Haha, the thief God really spent blood." Tang Wen, who cursed in his heart, felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you won't know anything when you fall asleep." An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Persistence, persistence is victory." Before Tang Wen could react, another voice suddenly entered his mind.

Tang Wen, who was still struggling, suddenly found a small white aperture in front of him.

Tang Wen, who saw the light again, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and tried desperately to get closer to the aperture.

As the aperture approached, Tang Wen's eyes were pierced by the dazzling light and he couldn't open his eyes.

It seemed that after a century, Tang Wen found that he could breathe again. So he struggled to open his eyes. The first thing that came into view was a whitish ceiling with an old-fashioned electric fan hanging on it.

Tang Wen turned his head and looked to the side with difficulty, but it was a familiar yet unfamiliar place.

"Hmm? Why is it white? Isn't hell black? Can you go to heaven by looking at "Dabai" temporarily? It shouldn't be?" Tang Wen turned his head and looked at the slightly whitish ceiling, and his heart became more and more confused.

Tang Wen came to his senses and suddenly felt that this place was too familiar and too unfamiliar to him.

"Mosquito, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare? You didn't go to the morning self-study today, and the teacher is a little angry." A voice came.

After Tang Wen sat up with the iron railings of the upper and lower bunks, he looked at the man who spoke with a puzzled face.

"Hey, hello, hello? Mosquito, what's wrong with you? It's just that the girl has a boyfriend, why are you like this?" The man who spoke waved his hand in front of Tang Wen and said.

"Go away, I don't look like that kind of person. Damn, I had a stiff neck last night, bring me lunch at noon." Tang Wen took a deep breath and pretended to be calm and pushed the man's hand away.

"Oh, I'm fine. I thought you were seriously injured by Jiang Yun. Okay, dad will treat you to a glass of wine at noon." The man said with a smile.

"Get lost." Tang Wen said unhappily and covered his head with the quilt.

After the man left, Tang Wen began to look around. Suddenly, something next to the pillow attracted his attention.

"This, this, this, has the phone become a spirit?" Tang Wen looked at his unknown phone flashing and said with trembling lips.

No matter who it was, they just experienced such an outrageous thing, and suddenly the phone started to act up again. No one could stand it. Tang Wen swallowed his saliva and slowly took it in his hand.

"Online money-swiping game, don't pay 9998 yuan, don't pay 998 yuan, just 9.8 yuan to reach the peak of life from now on. You can't afford to suffer losses or be deceived with 9.8 yuan."

The voice from the phone almost made Tang Wen throw the phone away.

When he came to his senses, he found that it was a web page that came with the phone.

"Fortunately, it's just a virus. I really thought I saw a ghost in broad daylight. But when did this stupid phone turn on WAP by itself? Hmm? Is it playing tricks on me? What is this? Can't it be turned off? Is this a new money-making trick?" When Tang Wen was about to close the webpage, he was surprised to find that this thing only had the next step, and there was no close button.

"What's going on? When did the phone come with a virus? Hey, it seems a little wrong. Why does it show 2011?" Tang Wen, who came to his senses, was surprised to find that the time on his phone was October 28, 2011.

"Me?? Did I travel through time?" Tang Wen, who came to his senses, began to search around.

"It stinks. Wang Bingbing stuffed his socks under the pillow again." Tang Wen, who was looking for the smell, quickly saw a book of Marxist philosophy on his friend's bed, and there was a hard sock underneath.

Did he really travel through time or be reborn, and the time was the day after his failed confession in his first year of college?

Looking at everything familiar in front of him, memories came flooding back like a flood.

Tang Wen vaguely remembered that after his confession failed, he survived in the dormitory for several days, but in the end, his best friend took him out for a marriage, and he fell in love again.

Later, he simply gave up on himself. Damn, dating is not good, but I still have games.

So Tang Wen became a otaku in the eyes of many women. It was not until his sophomore year that the hungry Tang Wen found a short girlfriend and lived a "happy" life for several years.

As a result, as soon as he graduated from college, the girl dumped him.

The self-destructive Tang Wen began to let himself go, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, except for not gambling.

The result was naturally that in two years, he squandered hundreds of thousands of yuan given by his family, and then borrowed hundreds of thousands of yuan on the Internet. The cousin who was disappointed with him sighed and helped Tang Wen get ashore.

After getting ashore, Tang Wen lived a stable life for more than a year, and then began to let himself go again. He used his credit card to learn how to trade stocks and futures. At first, the goddess of luck was very kind to him.

Later, he lost money on everything he bought and his money dropped.

In less than a month, hundreds of thousands of yuan on his credit card went in again.

That’s when the scene at the beginning happened.

While Tang Wen was still sighing, the webpage on his mobile phone suddenly displayed: “Congratulations to the host for successfully binding the last number 3775 of Shenlong Bank.”

“Shenlong Bank? Is there such a bank in China?” Tang Wen recalled in confusion. Before he finished recalling, he suddenly saw a strange S icon suddenly appear on his phone. Driven by curiosity, Tang Wen clicked on the icon.

After opening the software, it can be said to be simple and crude.

There are only two options, one is to upgrade and the other is to withdraw cash.

Host: Tang Wen

Current balance: 1 yuan

After a while, it suddenly became 2 yuan, and before he could react, it became 3 yuan. After Tang Wen looked at it for a minute, the balance had become 60 yuan.

“Haha, do you think I’m a primary school student? Would I believe in such a routine?” Tang Wen cursed with contempt. Although he said he didn't believe it, he still clicked the withdrawal button honestly.

After pressing it, Tang Wen didn't take it seriously. Suddenly, a text message came from his mobile phone.

"Shenlong Bank reminds you that your card number with the last digit 3775 has received 60 yuan, and the current balance is 3060 yuan."

"This wave of blood profit, 1 yuan per second, 60 yuan per minute, 3600 yuan per hour, 86400 yuan per day? Rich, rich." Tang Wen muttered to himself while looking at the text message on his mobile phone.

But what the hell is this Shenlong Bank? While his roommate was away, Tang Wen turned on Wang Bingbing's bulky all-in-one machine.