MTL - After I Was Reborn, I Devoted Myself To My Career-Chapter 1 rebirth

Spring in City C is always accompanied by cold winds. Even though the spring is halfway through, there is still a cold breath in the air.

Although there were quite a few pedestrians on the road, they all had to put on thick clothes or jackets, and hurried across the street, wanting to go home early.

This made the young man on the road look a little different.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, his body was thin but slender, his body was straight, like a green bamboo.

As for why it is heterogeneous?

Without him, in such a cold weather, the boy was only wearing a thin white shirt.

Moreover, he stood boldly on the side of the road, as if he was not afraid of the cold.

———

Qi Zhaohan is in a very bad state at this time, but he doesn't care whether it's cold or not.

He only felt his head spinning, accompanied by bouts of colic.

His face instantly turned pale, his lips lost all color, and he trembled slightly.

In this cold weather, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, Qi Zhaohan still remembered that he was on the street, trying to distract himself from the pain, and staggered towards the chair not far away.

After finally touching the back of the chair, he slumped into the chair as if his bones had been pumped out.

At this moment, his mind was in chaos, accompanied by buzzing, as if countless people were speaking in his ears.

Qi Zhaohan covered his head in pain, roared silently, sweat dripped down his cheeks onto his snow-white shirt.

At this time, he had no time to care about his clothes. He tremblingly took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and he knew that the mobile phone had just been released recently.

The young man entered the numbers very skillfully, but he stopped suddenly halfway through the input, as if hesitating or remembering, his fingers stopped on the keys and did not move.

If you get close to the young man's face, you will find that the expression in the young man's eyes is constantly changing. At first, it was a little immature, and suddenly it became deep again. A little confused and unfamiliar.

The eyes changed several times in a short period of time, as if they were fighting with someone, and seemed to be merging.

The mobile phone was not connected after all, it left the palm of the owner, and was staying alone on the chair.

The thin boy curled up on the chair, looking a little pitiful from a distance.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain in his brain seemed to be gradually reducing, and Qi Zhaohan finally had a chance to breathe.

He took a deep breath, slowly sat up straight from the chair, and picked up the phone that was thrown aside.

This time, the boy didn't pause, and dialed the phone smoothly: "Uncle Tong, come and pick me up at the east side of Yuantong Street Street Park..."

The person on the phone didn't know what to say, Qi Zhaohan's eyes slightly bent, with a hint of intimacy: "No, it's fine if you come, you don't need to tell grandpa."

Qi Zhaohan hung up the phone and put the phone back in his pocket.

Good parenting allowed him to straighten his back after the pain eased a bit.

Qi Zhaohan was in a very bad state at this time, his head was groggy, as if covered by a cloth, and there were occasional stinging pains like needle pricks, which was really uncomfortable.

He let out a deep breath, his eyes filled with nostalgia and doubt.

———

After a while, the boy raised his head and looked around the streets that were unfamiliar to him.

Around the millennium, Huaguo was in the stage of economic take-off, and the title of Huaguo's infrastructure madman gradually emerged. It can be seen from the clean and orderly streets although not wide at this time.

Qi Zhaohan looked around, moved away from the unfamiliar building, and his gaze fell on his palm.

Same as his, there is a red mole on the little finger of this hand, but the palm is not the big hand of an adult he is familiar with, but a little immature.

There is only a small callus on the inside of the **** on the white and slender right hand, which looks like the hand that holds the pen all the year round.

Qi Zhaohan stared blankly at the palm of his hand, put it down after a while, leaned on the chair, and closed his eyes.

———

It's like he's been... reborn.

Although, his rationality is refuting that these are all false, maybe it is a flashback or something else, it will never be rebirth.

But everything he saw, including the memories in his mind, told him that he was back in the past.

As a staunch materialist, he never believed in ghosts, gods, time and space.

But... that's the truth.

It's just that, in his previous life, he might really be dead. Thinking of this, Qi Zhaohan raised his hand to touch his heart.

The marksmanship is accurate.

It's just that I don't know what happened to that person, that person was also shot, and I didn't have time to run over to see his injuries.

Qi Zhaohan closed his eyes, his bitter smile flashed away.

———

The sun finally broke free from the shackles of the clouds, showed its head, and slowly climbed down to the sky. At this time, it was about to set, and the sunset glow in the sky surrounded the sun, making the sun turn golden.

The golden sunshine spread over the young man's shoulders, bringing him a little bit of warmth.

It also reflects the frail figure of the young man, and the people and the scenery complement each other, like a natural beauty.

However, a group of people walking from a distance destroyed this quiet scene.

A group of wobbly and carefree teenagers walked towards Qi Zhaohan.

Qi Zhaohan didn't notice them at this time, or he couldn't care about them anymore.

The headache that had just stopped hurting began to ache again, and there was even a tendency to intensify.

There seemed to be something extra in my mind, and there seemed to be double images in front of my eyes, so blurry that I couldn't even see the floor tiles clearly.

Qi Zhaohan felt extremely uncomfortable. He knew that he was in a very bad state now, and he was afraid that something would happen if he stayed alone.

As soon as he fumbled for the mobile phone in his pocket, he heard a strange voice: "Hey, isn't this Qi Zhaohan? Why was he thrown into the street like a dog? Master Tao doesn't want you anymore?"

Qi Zhaohan raised his head slightly, and saw four or five people surrounding him from his blurred vision, and the voice sounded both strange and familiar.

Qi Zhaohan ignored him and fumbled to turn on the screen. It's just that the way he ignored people angered the voice.

The man snatched the mobile phone from his hand, and at the same time said triumphantly: "You want to call someone for help? It's a beautiful idea. If you don't kneel down and apologize to your grandpa today, you won't even think about leaving."

The people around him were probably this person's followers, and they all echoed: "Kneel down and apologize to Brother Lei!" With the unanimous voice, the momentum was quite loud, and it seemed that the boy in white who was surrounded in the middle was very weak.

There was no one around, even if there were occasional passers-by, they walked away quickly when they saw the situation here.

Hearing this man's nonsense words, the young man's face turned cold. In addition, he has been enduring the pain from nowhere, and his mobile phone was robbed for no reason, which made him already furious.

The boy moved his lips, and the two words were very clear: "Stupid."

The group of people who were scolded didn't react for a while. In their understanding, the disadvantaged people should have knelt down and kowtowed in fright to admit their mistakes, how could they scold them so leisurely?

The leading teenager was the first to react. He rushed up and grabbed Qi Zhaohan's snow-white shirt collar, with a ferocious face: "You are still a dead duck with a hard mouth, and you won't cry when you see the coffin, right? Brothers, beat me hard."

Seeing that the situation is about to explode.

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"Young master, we are arriving soon, please wake up." The middle-aged man in the driver's seat gently reminded the boy in the back seat.

Tao Shuran grumbled, and slowly sat up straight. He picked up the blanket that had slipped from him as he sat up and yawned profusely.

"Uncle, where have you been?"

The man in the driver's seat took a kindly look at the yawning young master from the rearview mirror: "We've arrived at Yuantong Road, and the newly built street park is in front of us."

The boy responded, and leaned back on the chair, holding a bright red peach heart pillow in his arms, watching the rapidly receding scenery outside the window in boredom.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Lai, stop the car and go east, hurry up."

Uncle Lai was at a loss, but still obeyed the young master's order and slowly drove towards the east of the park in the middle of the street.

As soon as the car stopped, Tao Shuran opened the door and hurriedly jumped out of the car.

Uncle Lai didn't have time to stop him, so he could only shake his head helplessly while closing the car door: "This child, the pillow hasn't been put down yet, so I don't know what I saw?"

Unlike Uncle Lai's slow pace, Tao Shuran has already started to run up. Although the park in the middle of the street is not big, it is not small, and he is afraid that he will not be able to catch up in time.

As for why Tao Shuran was so anxious? He saw that Chang Lei and his little followers were besieging people, and it had nothing to do with him.

But the moment he looked over, he clearly saw Qi Zhaohan's side face!

It's about Qi Zhaohan, how could he not be in a hurry!

Chang Lei is a **** rich second generation, relying on his family's money, he bullies people everywhere, and he has a flattering appearance towards him, which is really disgusting.

Usually it's just fine, but now he's bullying Xiaohan again, has he grown capable?

Tao Shuran was already close by at this time, he didn't care too much, and kicked the back of the man in front of him.

Coincidentally, it was Chang Lei who was kicked.

Chang Lei was so angry that he was insulted by that fake and lofty Qi Zhaohan, and then kicked from the back. He staggered and fell to the ground, furious: "Who the **** kicked me?!"

Tao Shuran ignored him, first approached the wooden chair, helped Qi Zhaohan who was still on the chair, and leaned on him.

He carefully checked Qi Zhaohan's face and body, and after a while, he breathed a sigh of relief. No wounds on the face, no footprints on the body, and no scars except for the wrinkled neckline.

Only then did Tao Shuran turn his attention to Chang Lei: "Who gave you the guts to even move Qi Zhaohan?"

Chang Lei had already seen that it was Tao Shuran, so he didn't dare to shout any more. He got up from the ground and gave Tao Shuran a smile.

Tao Shuran looked at him coldly, and reiterated again: "Who made you touch Qi Zhaohan?"

Chang Lei was at a loss for what to do, and said dryly, "I...I thought you broke up with him, so I will teach him a lesson for you to make him more obedient."

Of course he wouldn't say that he was jealous that a poor boy could get in touch with the young master of the Tao family and be so close, but he couldn't even get into that circle.

Tao Shuran didn't believe a word of what he said, and was about to speak, but heard Qi Zhaohan's weak voice: "Don't talk to him, send me to the hospital first, and then settle the score with him."

Tao Shuran was shocked when he heard the words, he only paid attention to whether Qi Zhaohan was injured, but didn't notice anything unusual about him.

He wiped the cold sweat from Qi Zhaohan's forehead, and hugged him tighter. Lian Lian responded: "Okay, okay, don't be afraid, go to the hospital right away, it happens that Uncle Lai is driving..."

Tao Shuran didn't stay any longer, he just glanced up and down at Chang Lei, and said coldly, "You wait."

Immediately half-supporting and half-embracing Qi Zhaohan left.