My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 213 The Present Moment

Lin Ziping huddled in the corner, hiding in the shadows.

Scenes of being Mu Shaoying and Lin Ziping flashed through his mind.

From childhood to school, from graduation to work, from internship to sudden death, this was the life of Mu Shaoying.

Everything was routine and uneventful; there were no particularly emotionally charged moments when I looked back.

The only highlight might be the college entrance examination.

As a college student from a village, Mu Shaoying has always carried a sense of pride, even arrogance.

But the outside world is different from that of a small county town. In addition to studying, there are all kinds of hobbies. In the city, there are not only small squares but also shopping malls of all sizes.

Mu Shaoying, from a small county town, felt inferior.

Pride and inferiority tormented each other; he drifted along with the world in a daze, and finally died, becoming the conflicted Lin Ziping.

Lin Ziping carries the memories of Mu Shaoying, and his former arrogance is even greater. With a soul different from this era, Lin Ziping begins to look down on this era.

Feelings of inferiority followed. Time travel didn't change her mind; she was still the same person she always was, nostalgic for the past, worried about the future, and never living in the present.

Immerse yourself in your inner world and ignore external changes.

This was a feudal dynasty where there was no such thing as equality for all. The strong dictated the rules, while the weak argued for fairness. When the emperor was angry, millions would die. A single word from someone in power could mean the death of a life.

Lin Ziping realized this, but not deeply. He felt that his time-travel experience made him special, which led to the current situation.

"Sigh—" Lin Ziping sighed deeply, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

It's true that you can't teach someone everything in a lifetime, but you can learn something from just one experience.

"What are you doing there, sighing and shaking your head all by yourself?" Ryan's voice came from not far away.

Lin Ziping turned around and bowed respectfully: "Lord Rui."

It's time to wake up.

Ryan put down his teacup: "Did I scare you today? Come sit here and have something to eat."

The pain on his face reminded Lin Ziping.

The smiling person in front of me is the same person who was acting like a madman just now.

"Yes," Lin Ziping replied, sitting down in the chair below Rui An.

Ryan pushed the food tray: "You haven't eaten much, have you? Come and choose for yourself."

Lin Ziping looked up at Ruian.

Ryan and Lin Ziping looked at each other.

"Yes, thank you, Lord Rui." Lin Ziping lowered his head and murmured, quickly picking up a steamed bun from the food table and holding it in his hand.

Ryan's smile deepened: "Eat."

Lin Ziping felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to his words, but he still picked up the steamed bun and took a small bite. He held it in his mouth without swallowing.

“What a good boy,” Ryan said. “Is Lin the Lin from Shuangmu Forest?”

Lin Ziping nodded and replied, "Lin as in forest."

“Oh, I used to have a friend whose last name was also Lin,” Ryan added. “He was my best friend, but unfortunately I don’t know where he is now.”

Forest?

Could it be Lin Zhong?!

Lin Ziping lowered his eyes and remained silent, staring at the ground.

"Lin... Little Lin, where are you from?" Ryan asked without waiting for Lin Ziping's reply.

"Qingyang".

Ryan nodded: "Qingyang is a good place."

Lin Ziping looked up at Rui An: "Has Lord Rui been to Qingyang?"

Ryan's eyes showed a nostalgic look: "I've never been there, but I've heard people talk about it."

"Oh," Lin Ziping responded, holding the steamed bun in his hand without saying a word.

"what--"

The guards, who were tied up by Lin Ziping, made noises on the ground.

Lin Ziping looked over and saw that his eyes were unfocused, his body was convulsing and writhing.

“Lord Rui, this…” Lin Ziping turned to look at Rui An.

"Ignore him." Ryan closed his eyes to rest, not even opening them after hearing Lin Ziping's words. "What, are you scared?"

Lin Ziping shook his head, thinking that he couldn't see with his eyes closed, and said, "I...I didn't...I was just worried that he would break free and hurt the adults."

Ryan opened his eyes and met Lin Ziping's eyes. He reached out and pinched Lin Ziping's chin: "Your eyes are so beautiful. Oh, what a pity, what a pity that you have a scar on your face."

Lin Ziping stared wide-eyed in terror, too terrified to move.

Is this Ryan some kind of psychopath, a complete lunatic?

A chill ran down my chin and spread throughout my body.

The pain returned to my cheek.

"M-Master..." Lin Ziping's eyes welled up with tears, and he stammered as he tried to stop them from flowing.

With his fists clenched, Lin Ziping gathered his strength, assessing the pros and cons of taking action at this moment.

“Don’t cry,” Ryan shouted. “He never cries.”

What kind of talk is this? Brother, can you please listen to what you're saying?

They're just playing around with the idea of ​​"Wanwan resembling Qing"!

And you follow them around every day, do you know they don't cry?

This clearly violates common sense about human biological structure!

Looking at Ryan in front of him, his eyes reflected Ryan's manic appearance.

Lin Ziping couldn't help but curse inwardly, thinking that he was the only normal person in the room.

He lowered his eyes slightly, preparing to make his move.

To everyone's surprise, Ryan suddenly let go, wiping his hand on his clothes.

This……

Brother, isn't that a bit impolite? You've washed your face!

Ryan got up, knocked on the door, and the door opened from the outside.

Lin Ziping hadn't even managed to control his expression when he just watched him walk away so directly.

Is it really that direct and straightforward?

So all that previous reflection was for nothing, and all that emo was for nothing?

Lin Ziping let go, and the steamed bun was squeezed into a ball, with all the dirt from his hands sticking to it.

Only Lin Ziping and the person on the ground remained in the room. Lin Ziping paced back and forth, and after a while, he knocked on the door, just like Ryan had done.

What if we can get out?

The small window that had just been used to receive the lunchbox was opened.

He revealed a pair of disdainful eyes: "What are you doing?"

"I...I want to ask when we can go out?" Lin Ziping was startled and took two steps back. "I'm with Lord Rui."

"You? With Lord Rui?!" the person outside the door retorted. "Bah, why don't you take a good look at yourself and see who you are!"

A wad of phlegm entered through the small window and landed precisely on Lin Ziping's shirt.

"You implicated Eunuch Rui here, and it's already a sign of your mercy that he hasn't been tortured. You still want to come out and wait!"

"Snapped--"

The small window was suddenly slammed shut.

Lin Ziping looked at the phlegm on his clothes and felt a surge of anger.

This spit is extremely harmful and insulting!

As the words spoken outside the door faded and the small window on the door was closed, the anger was once again trapped in a state of stagnation.

Seeing the half-dead person lying on the ground, Lin Ziping walked over and kicked him hard.

I'll make you inhale the drug! I'll make you faint! I'll make you drag me down with me!

As Lin Ziping vented his anger, a sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

After an unknown amount of time, he gradually calmed down, stopped, squatted down, picked up the undergarment of the person on the ground, and wiped the phlegm off the clothes.

He sat back down in the chair Ryan had been sitting in, picked up another cup of tea from the table, and took a sip.

He poured out the remaining tea from the cup Ryan had drunk from, washed his hands, picked up a pastry from the table, put it in his mouth and sipped it gently until it softened, then swallowed it.