The Emperor of the Human Race, a Versatile Mage

Chapter 3: Past events, youth again

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"When the alarm goes off, get up quickly."

A man with a mustache opened the door and saw the alarm clock that was still noisy. His tone was very impatient.

He saw Jiang Zhao staring blankly at the wall, not even noticing that he had come in, so he reminded him impatiently again: "What are you doing standing still? Get up. Do you have to get up if I come over to call you?"

This time, Jiang Zhao heard and understood, and stopped the alarm clock next to him.

Seeing the sleepy Jiang Zhao come to his senses, Jiang Hua said angrily: "Did you steal someone else's at night? Get up quickly, today is the first day of high school, don't be late."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, slamming the door against the wall with a loud noise.

Uncle Jiang Hua always seems to have an endless temper.

When he doesn't lose his temper, apart from being happy about something, it's probably when his cousin Jiang Lang gets results.

Jiang Zhao and his cousin Jiang Lang were only a few months apart in age and were in the same class at school.

But the problem is that Jiang Zhao is the kind of person who can get good grades without working too hard. His cousin Jiang Lang is a bit miserable. He has signed up for so many cram schools but his grades are still a mess.

Every time my uncle saw the report cards of his two children, he would smile so ugly that it felt like he was holding back internal injuries.

Every time Jiang Zhao would complain in his heart, if you are sad, just cry. Tears can detoxify. It is not a sin for a man to cry.

Jiang Zhao lifted the thin blanket covering his belly and glanced at the school uniform hanging on a hanger on the handle of the closet next to him.

The school uniform has a white background and dark green edges. The school emblem of a lush tree is embroidered on the chest with thread. Below it is the name of the school:
Shilan Magic High School
This is a private aristocratic high school in the Magic City. The teaching staff is not comparable to that of ordinary public high schools. Teachers must be at least mid-level mages before they can take up the post.

Even their awakening stones are extraordinary. They are not low-end products from ordinary public schools. They are from special channels found by the school. They are of better quality and have a higher probability of awakening various types of magic.

Most of the students who graduate from this school are elites who can enter top universities in the country such as Imperial Capital or Pearl, or go directly to study abroad without taking the magic college entrance examination.

"Shilan Magic High School."

Jiang Zhao read this name, and many memories came to mind.

Wizards, magic, demons, security world, Pearl Tower, Magic Association... This seems to be the world of "Full-time Mage".

He smiled and said, "It seems that we won't be able to go on the viaduct on rainy nights from now on."

Otherwise, you may encounter dragon monsters.

Uncle Jiang Hua, that can be regarded as a part of his childhood...well, I can't say that he was a childhood villain, but it is also a not-so-favorite memory.

To put it simply, uncle Jiang Hua is an ordinary man who brags and has a bad temper. He often cannot wipe his face down but has to pretend to maintain it.

But sometimes, it would make people think that his mind was abnormal. At such times, Jiang Zhao later recalled that there was another reason that he didn't understand.

Jiang Zhao's parents died when he was in junior high school, so he lived with his uncle and spent three years of high school here.

It's just that at that time, Jiang Zhao didn't like it here. He just wanted to escape. He didn't like his loud voice, he didn't like him losing his temper at any time, he didn't like the food cooked by his aunt, and he didn't like his chubby cousin who was always eating. …

In short, he didn't like everything here at that time, and he didn't regard it as his home.

Because except for the Chinese New Year every year, he had never seen his uncle's family. However, after his parents passed away, they made a big promise in front of their elders. They also used the excuse of attending a private aristocratic middle school to persuade the elderly at home and get Jiang Zhao's support. right.

By the way, the inheritance of Jiang Zhao's parents will also be temporarily kept by them, and some of the income generated will also be handled by them, ensuring that 'all will be spent on Jiang Zhao'.

But when he was in high school, Jiang Zhao wanted to learn music. After all, he had some basic skills as a child and he liked it.

But his uncle Jiang Hua disagreed and even smashed his guitar, but he was very diligent in enrolling his brother in tutoring classes.

Theoretically speaking, there is nothing wrong with asking high school students to study cultural courses and then go to college. It is a normal approach.

But the problem was that at that time, Jiang Zhao at that age did not understand this approach.

He just thinks why, my parents left me a lot of house and money, why can't I study music? Why should I listen to you!
After going to college, Jiang Zhao basically didn't go back to his uncle's house except for the Chinese New Year, even if the journey was less than an hour.

Jiang Hua ignored him and gave Jiang Zhao a fixed living allowance of 800 yuan every month. Jiang Zhao didn't think anything of it at first.

It was he who always told outsiders that all the rent from the properties left by Jiang Zhao's parents went to Jiang Zhao, which made Jiang Zhao a little dissatisfied.How much is the tuition and living expenses for a good university?It can't be compared with the three books my brother has read!

Before Jiang Zhao's parents passed away, they invested in some properties in good locations, with houses and stores. In those years, domestic housing prices soared, so the rent alone for these properties was not a small amount, let alone the overall value.

If he just expressed his hard work, that would be fine, but Jiang Hua later also came up with the idea of ​​​​the houses left to him by Jiang Zhao's parents.

He said that his cousin was married and had no house, so he asked him to help him get two houses. He also picked the two best ones and persuaded him to transfer ownership.

Jiang Zhao was still in college at that time. He had just switched from a game-addicted teenager to a postgraduate entrance examination candidate. He had little life experience, was timid and hesitant when things happened, but even so he knew that it was a lot of money, and he would do it with just words. Take it from yourself?
If it is really for my brother's wedding, one set is not enough. Two sets are needed?
What, my brother wants to marry two?
But even so, he didn't fall out at that time, he just said he would think about it.

But just like the principle of "difficulties are like springs, if you are weak, they will be strong." He said that he would consider it, and his uncle Jiang Hua went a step further, saying that it was difficult for his brother to find a job with computer majors in the three schools, so he might as well give him another store. , so that my brother can start a small business in the future.

Jiang Zhao then hung up the phone directly.

He had no one to talk to, so he could only tell his brothers in the dormitory about this troublesome matter, but after telling him, they very forcefully helped Jiang Zhao find a lawyer to handle the dispute.

The lawyer is professional, at least he looks more professional than Zhang Wei. He has calculated various expenses, and he has to compare every penny. He has to calculate the details of the support expenses and the various rents that were previously managed by the uncle's family. He also needs to know the details of the uncle and nephew. Settlement of accounts.

During the private mediation, the uncle's family was obviously a little scared when they saw the lawyer.

But at that time, when Jiang Zhao saw his uncle whom he hadn't seen for several years, he felt very strange. He was getting older and fatter, and he was no longer as majestic as he remembered.

In the past, when he lost his temper and made a louder voice, he could scare Jiang Zhao, but that didn't work anymore. Now Jiang Zhao felt a little pitiful about him.

He finally relented and didn't care too much. He didn't want to be tired of asking for rent anymore and just got the property back.

Later, he simply sold all the houses in other places and bought a house and a car in Shanghai as a farewell.

But the annoying thing is that at that time, he really used all the money he had in hand to buy it, and really didn’t leave any emergency money for himself, so that later he still had to work around and sacrifice for five buckets of rice. He regarded it as one of the stupid things in life.

I'm so stupid, really, I should have kept some money to collect rent.

Later, after working, I would go out and hang out with friends when I had time.

The relatives on my father's side only went back when my grandma passed away, and they never took care of her again.

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The 30-year-old soul returns to the 15-year-old body. It's a different world, but there are still the same people.

God, if you want to change it, just change it all!
Jiang Zhao felt that he was really weak at that time. He was very afraid that his uncle would be angry. He would do whatever others said and he was never embarrassed to ask about money.

When I get angry, the most I can do is ignore her and not contact her.

But how tough can a young man who comes to Shanghai go to school and live in other people's homes be?

He got up and changed into his school uniform, then went to the bathroom to wash up and looked at his young face in the mirror——

Still handsome.

But I can't tell whether I should be happy or sad.

I am happy that I have regained my youth, but sad that I have left the world where I have lived for more than 30 years.

But the course of heaven is always there, and it did not survive for Yao or perish for Jie. If he wants to go back, can he still reverse it?
He knew that from now on he could only focus on the world he lived in now, so he should bury that memory deep in his heart.

He smoothed down his standing collar, looked at the young face in the mirror, and sighed:
A letter from the tide on the Qiantang River came, and today I know who I am.

He has been dreaming since childhood.

I dream about what happened in my previous life, but when I wake up the dream disappears and I can’t remember what happened at all.

Until today, that memory was finally no longer hidden in dreams, and Jiang Zhao could now recall everything.

a life.

A life that is so peaceful that it has no drama.

(End of this chapter)