The Internet: Don't Come Over Here (New Book Seeking Collection)

"There is half an hour left until the end of this exam, all students please pay attention to the time!"

Hearing the voice, Chen Hao groggily woke up from his desk.

The 2000 National College Entrance Examination, a line of bold black font at the top of the paper caught his eye.

Damn it, how could I have fallen asleep!

Chen Hao looked at the clean and tidy test paper on the desk, feeling a bit panicked.

There's no time. At this critical moment, a life-saving mnemonic appeared in Chen Hao's mind.

Choose the shortest for three long and one short, Choose the longest for three short and one long, Choose b for two short and two long, If in doubt, choose c.

Without hesitation, he decided to act. It was better than a blank paper. What if the teacher who made the exam followed this pattern?

Chen Hao had to "deceive" himself like this, seeking a sliver of comfort.

Two minutes later, all 12 multiple-choice questions were done.

For the remaining fill-in-the-blanks and essay questions, Chen Hao started with the ones that looked familiar and simple.

Alas, whatever he could do, he would leave to fate.

Twenty minutes later, he had hastily completed 6 fill-in-the-blank questions and 2 essay questions.

With only a few minutes left until submission, there clearly wasn't enough time.

Math is unlike other subjects; you can't get points just by touching on the topic. If you know it, you know it; if you don't, you don't. There's no room for guessing.

How great it would be if it were all multiple-choice questions.

The July sun was exceptionally bright, and a gentle breeze blew through the window, dispelling the summer heat and bringing a hint of coolness to the examinees.

The fans on the front and back walls of the examination hall whirred, truly a good day for the college entrance examination.

The submission time was imminent.

Thinking of his parents' earnest expectations, his own years of hard study, and the high probability of repeating the exam next year...

Chen Hao's hand gripping the pen began to tremble uncontrollably, and the thin shirt on his back was already soaked with sweat.

What to do?

Chen Hao turned his head to look at the surrounding candidates who were doing their final calculations, filled with envy.

Bang!

The sound of a fist hitting the desk, and a stern, piercing voice came from the front: "Chen Hao, a candidate from Class 5 of Senior High, is suspected of cheating. Your score for this exam will be 0, and all subsequent exam qualifications are revoked!"

Chen Hao turned his head and saw the invigilator tearing up his test paper.

And the invigilator's face...

He couldn't see it clearly.

"No!!!"

Chen Hao jolted up from the bed with a look of terror.

So it was a dream. Fortunately, it was a dream!

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Although the college entrance examination had been over for more than twenty years, he still occasionally dreamt of that day. It had become a lifelong shadow, so to speak.

If he hadn't had diarrhea during the math exam and performed poorly, he wouldn't have ended up at a vocational college. If he had scored those extra tens of points, he could have at least gotten into a regular university, and his life afterward might have been different.

It would have been much better than his current situation, right?

He often thought this way.

When a person frequently recalls the past, it signifies that the present is not going well. - Lu Xun

The soaring housing prices, the immense mortgage debt, the unfinished pre-sale properties, the mid-life unemployment, and a physical examination revealing coronary heart disease.

Chen Hao felt as if his life was cursed, with troubles always finding the weakest point.

As an IT programmer, who would have thought that the savings accumulated from writing code for half his life would end up working for the bank, ultimately leaving him with nothing.

The only consolation was that he hadn't found a wife or had children; otherwise, he would have brought misfortune upon them, even though buying a house was preparation for marrying a wife in the future.

Alas, there are no "if onlys." Chen Hao stared blankly out the window. The morning sun shone in from outside, casting mottled light and shadow like his wavering life.

Chen Hao collected his thoughts and gradually sobered up from his confusion.

Where did the time come from to be so melancholic? It was time to get up and deliver food!

Suddenly, Chen Hao's movement to get out of bed froze as if time had stopped.

Hmm? Something's not right!

The apartment he rented had no curtains.

A familiar shade of emerald green curtains flashed through his mind.

Chen Hao, sensing something was off, took in his surroundings.

An old desk held a bulky monitor and an incredibly ugly computer tower. One wall was plastered with posters of stars like the Four Heavenly Kings, Nicholas Tse, and Takeshi Kaneshiro. A long fluorescent tube light hung from the ceiling.

This was his bedroom. His home.

Everything felt distant yet familiar.

Had he been reborn?

Chen Hao quickly walked to the desk. Following his memory, he reached into the bottom drawer and pulled out a mirror, examining himself.

His features were sharp and defined, his eyes like stars. His somewhat delicate face… "Holy crap, Nicholas Tse is so handsome!" This was him at around 20 years old.

Feeling the youthful energy radiating from his body, like a morning swing ride, Chen Hao murmured, "Youth is truly wonderful."

He especially cherished his thick, jet-black hair.

In his previous life, his irregular diet and sleep schedule, coupled with immense work pressure, had caused his hair to turn gray before he was thirty, his hairline to recede, and by thirty-five, he was already showing signs of balding.

Well, he definitely had to learn from this experience. No more staying up late!

Chen Hao was very satisfied with this transmigration experience, giving it a five-star rating.

He just didn't know what year it was.

"Dad? Mom?"

No one answered.

Did they go to work?

Eating the breakfast left on the table, Chen Hao turned on the TV. The morning news was on, and he watched while he ate.

He found the information he wanted: February 22, 2002. The eleventh day of the first lunar month.

After finishing breakfast, Chen Hao turned off the TV and returned to his bedroom.

Since he was redoing things, he wanted a free and wonderful life.

"System?"

Chen Hao called out in his mind.

After a long pause, there was no response.

Well, being a prophet was already the biggest cheat, what more could he ask for? A system appearing in a modern transmigration novel would be too OP, no different from one-hit kills and endless loot drops. It wouldn't be fun.

Following his old habit of thinking through problems, he first considered what he wanted to do, then how to do it.

Chen Hao took out a notebook and pen and began writing and drawing on his desk.

He wrote his life goal at the very top of the first page: A free and wonderful life!

Below that, he set several milestones, ordered by priority from front to back.

Financial freedom, parents enjoying their old age, and experiencing unknown sights.

The first two were easy to achieve. He could just buy some property, stocks, or BT coins, and he'd have plenty of money. But it would be slow and boring. Was this all he wanted from a rebirth? It felt like a waste.

He circled the third goal, deep in thought.

Chen Hao's mind recalled several modern transmigration novels he had read.

Become a literary plagiarist?

He jotted down a few words on the notebook: Songs, Novels, Movies.

Copy songs? He was tone-deaf. He only knew the staff notation and could hum the chorus of popular songs, but he couldn't even remember the lyrics.

Songs were immediately crossed out.

Write novels? He could only recall a few famous scenes from his mind.

"Thirty years east of the river..."

"My name is Xiaowu, like the 'wu' in dance..."

"Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin..."

Besides these, he didn't even remember the protagonists' names. He usually forgot what he read within days of finishing a novel.

Even if he remembered the entire plot, he would still need writing skills. Other novel protagonists usually had system assistance. As someone who consistently failed his Chinese exams, Chen Hao shook his head, abandoning this painful thought.

Novels were crossed out.

Movies? If he were to film them, he wouldn't know any cinematography skills. He only remembered the general plot. Without a system, it would be pure suicide.

Become an actor? He lacked the talent and opportunities of someone like Elder Chu. He couldn't endure the hardships of an extra. Besides Elder Chu, the only extra he knew who made it big was Baoqiang.

The entertainment industry was too deep; he couldn't navigate it.

The last option was crossed out.

They seemed exciting and immersive when he read them, but now, being in the situation himself, upon careful consideration, none of them were feasible. It was all nonsense.

What else? Chen Hao's mind raced.

In his previous life, Chen Hao spent half his career in the internet industry. It was a bumpy ride, and he even managed to get into a big tech company, though he was eventually laid off. He didn't know much else, so he figured he'd keep at it.

After all, he had some capital in this field.

Thinking along these lines.

From traditional internet to mobile internet, From web 1.0, 2.0 to the current trend of developing towards web 3.0;

From the rise and fall of Shanda and The9, to the great war between BAT, and then the sudden emergence of Xixi and Douyin.

The battle between WeChat and Feixin, the clashes on Weibo, the Hundred Regiments War, P2P, shared mobility, short videos.

Countless internet waves swept through, bringing about so many changes, and containing so much complexity. In his previous life, he could only be an ant, struggling to survive for a living in the endless waves, with no time to consider anything else.

A few minutes later, Chen Hao had a goal.

This time, he wanted to be a helmsman, controlling the direction of the ship, riding the wind and waves in this sea of trends, and sailing straight into the vast ocean.

If that's the case, Chen Hao wrote a few large characters on the cover of his notebook.

Internet Chronicle!

Ideas poured out, and Chen Hao's pen scratched across the notebook, writing furiously.

Lines of information appeared in the notebook.

While his memory was not yet completely blurred and forgotten, Chen Hao listed all the major time nodes and events of the past twenty years.

Campus Weibo, food delivery, ride-hailing, video – some terms vaguely appeared on it.

The goal and the general direction were set, but the most crucial part was still missing!

Where to dig for the first pot of gold!

Thinking of this, As a qualified internet user who had read countless rebirth novels, As a reserve who had imagined countless rebirth scenarios and was always prepared, How could he not have a contingency plan?

A smile tugged at the corner of Chen Hao's mouth as he picked up his pen and wrote two strings of numbers on the last page of his notebook.

10, 11, 12, 13, 26, 28 + 11

04, 05, 10, 21, 26, 30 + 16

This time, he finally had a chance to verify whether the lottery was about probability or statistics.

The work has been signed, with two updates daily (12:00 PM and 8:00 PM), and is being updated steadily. Please recommend, collect, and read!

Sincere thanks to the esteemed readers~ Orz