Author: aky

My name is Zhang Bayi

Zhang, Zhang, u Bayi, u Bayi, u Bayi, u Bayi, u Bayi, has not been shipped yet...

Under the urging of my mother, I stepped on a small cloth bag and went out to school to face the early spring sunrise and the floating fluffy in the sky.

In the early morning of modern times, there were only the elderly who practice Tai Chi on the street, but also the young people who went out for morning exercises. On this morning of the 1980s, there were more groups of workers riding bicycles to work on the street. With the excellent eyes of children, I clearly saw the nameplate of those bicycles, and the rest of the bicycles was "Phoenix".

(It's quite contemporary, usually only seen in movies.)

The adults in their minds expressed their opinions on the scene in front of them, but they were all nonsense.

After following the crowd for twenty minutes, I finally arrived at the primary school where I was studying. There were several on-duty students at the school gate. Judging from my memory, they should be checking the wearing of the red scarf. Because I, a first-grade primary school student, had not yet joined the Young Pioneers, no one paid attention to me.

But there is an exception. When I was looking around in this familiar and unfamiliar environment, an old man in the doorman also looked at me with interest. He was an old man in dark old Zhongshan outfit, about sixty to eighty years old. Although he was not tall, his eyes were bright. This old man usually sat in the gate and didn't care much. Why did he suddenly pay attention to me today?

Although I don’t know where the old man’s attention was attracted, I hurriedly put away my curious gaze and continued to go to school. After all, 10086 issued a warning, and I can’t pretend that I didn’t hear it and joke about my life.

The first grade elementary school classroom is on the first floor, and the classroom is through the school gate and playground. As soon as I sat in the classroom, the study committee member and group leader of my deskmate came to me. This seven-year-old girl is better from a family background than others, so she is whiter than other girls... Cough... so her education level is higher than that of others, so she naturally takes on some important jobs.

"Zhang Bayi, hand in the homework."

The little girl patted my desk, and I quickly took out my homework book from the book bag and handed it over. All this is no different from the daily life I remembered by the seven-year-old. But now the difference is that I, who has the memory of a future person at the age of 30, couldn't listen to this first-grade class at all. So after class, I started to abandon my current situation, carefully summarized my current situation, and sorted out three key issues:

1. How did a special person like me appear in this era?

2. Do I have any special goals when I appear here? How should I plan my future?

3. What should I pay attention to in such a special environment?

The first question is not easy to answer, but it is not unsolvable. At least I know: there are 10086 times travelers like me in this world. If you have the opportunity to communicate with 10086, you may be able to find the rules of time travel.

The second question is simpler, but it is not something I can think clearly in a short time. Because I am not strongly unwilling to go through time and want to change the past, I have no special goals here. The ability to predict future events and the familiarity of the future computer industry beyond ordinary people make it extremely easy for me to be a successful person, but I don’t know whether I will be willing to be an ordinary successful person.

The third question is very troublesome, but it is also very important. Not to mention that I don’t know what the warning of 10086 is all about, just say that this special one in the 1980s...

"Teacher! Zhang Bayi didn't listen to the lecture in class!"

Just as I turned my head to consider these headaches, a little girl shouted loudly to pull me back to reality. It was the little girl sitting next to me. When I came to my senses, she stood up from her seat excitedly, with her left hand raised high.

"Zhang Bayi... Zhang Bayi" I silently recited the name in my mouth. After two or three seconds, I suddenly realized: "Isn't Zhang Bayi me?"

The soul that had just merged was not familiar with the name Zhang Bayi, so when I realized it, the eyes of the teachers and students in the class had already gathered on me.

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Chapter completed!