The English listening exercise continued in his ears.
The dream fell once more.
Just like what he had gone through in 2016.
Tang Song glimpsed that life which had originally ended in failure.
The wind by Unnamed Lake, that clumsy, fluttering first kiss, the lights of the Rental House in the Imperial Capital, the disinfectant smell in the hospital corridor, the night he and Liu Qingning broke up...
Until, at the age of thirty, his mother mentioned Zhang Yan's name over the phone.
Tang Song ultimately turned down that blind date.
He was afraid his former middle school deskmate would see what a mess he had become.
The third dream ended.
When he woke again, his mood had sunk to its lowest point.
From sweetness to tragedy, it weighed on him until he could barely breathe.
According to his memories, this should have been the end.
The earphones in his ears should have vanished out of thin air, followed by the arrival of the [Dream System].
Yet the earphones were still there, and the English listening exercise had not stopped.
"Now, please listen to the fourth passage..." Soon, the fourth dream arrived.
But this dream was exceptionally long, and exceptionally clear.
2028.
The year he turned thirty.
The AI wave swept across the globe, and Large Models reshaped most industries with overwhelming force.
The programming field was hit first.
Tang Song's job in Yancheng was hanging by a thread. With no other choice, he returned to his hometown, Quancheng, and tried interviewing with a major local company to see whether there was another way out.
After returning home, he unexpectedly found a package that had been delivered there more than two months ago.
Inside was a set of Dragon Ball manga.
Qiongdao Photography and Fine Arts Press, 2009 edition.
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