My dream connects to three thousand years later.

Chapter 11 Reputation
Zhang Song couldn't continue. But Li Quanyuan had already grasped the implication in Zhang Song's words—that world champion wasn't someone they couldn't compete with!
Yes, the country has risen, and the importance attached to ordinary gold medals is not as fervent, or even crazy, as it was ten or twenty years ago.

However, the key issue is that this gold medal is in track and field—

As the most direct and brutal sport, track and field gold medals are undoubtedly the most valuable gold medals at the Olympics, bar none.

This gold medal symbolizes the pinnacle of human potential! It symbolizes the possibilities of humankind.

Back then, Liu, the sprinter and hurdles champion in the 100-meter track and field, shocked the entire Asia and even the world! He became a source of pride for people of Asian descent.

If, if we could produce a track and field champion...

It has extraordinary significance for schools, provinces and cities, countries, and even the world.

"Alright, this student... I'll look into it." Li Quanyuan took a deep breath; even for him, this was no small matter.

“What a pity…” Zhang Song suddenly said with regret, “If we had discovered this child earlier and started training him from a young age, maybe the last track and field gold medal would have been ours.”

"The best time for people to train and get stronger is when they are young... Even if they start training now, it's too late. They can probably only barely break a world record."

Li Quanyuan: "..."

Listen to what you're saying! Is that even human language?!
……

Ten o'clock at night.

Chu Zhu lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The sound of her roommate playing video games drifted to her ears.

He had insomnia, and the reason wasn't because of his roommates' noisy gaming sessions, as he was used to that. His insomnia was caused by the influence of his dreams.

"My dream has come true... What should I do in the future?"

"To uncover the truth of ancient Chinese civilization? That goes without saying! To develop in the real world? So, I need to bring back popular novels, songs, and other things from another world, and then make a fortune?"

"Or, in the real world, you could simply break a world record, and as long as you maintain the right stance and don't do anything heinous... you could easily get a bunch of endorsements and make a lot of money? Hmm, that's easier than copying novels or songs?"

Chu Zhu's thoughts raced. The golden finger had really arrived, and wealth and status seemed within easy reach. The future he had dreamed of during his teenage years seemed to be achievable as long as he wanted it... But at this moment, he didn't feel that sense of surprise.

Lin Xia's words kept echoing in his mind.

"If it really is the future, if there really is war... if everything is really destroyed... then, will that destruction, whether it be war or something else, happen in my generation... or in the future?"

Lost in thought, Chu Zhu gradually drifted into a half-asleep state and eventually fell asleep.

……

Good morning, Jing'an City.

Chu Zhu stepped out of her residence, stretched, looked around at the familiar surroundings, and silently counted, "Three, two, one!"

A bucket of water was suddenly poured over the neighbor's door, drenching a bald old man who happened to be passing by. He wiped the water from his head and roared angrily upstairs, "Who did this? Don't they have any morals? Get out here! Not even an apology? Where is everyone? Damn it, don't let me find out who it is!!"

"Let's go to the bank first?" Chu Zhu was in a good mood and walked along happily.

The pedestrians on the roadside were dressed in various styles: some in linen clothes, some in Western suits, some in Zhongshan suits, some in traditional Tang Dynasty clothing, and some even in extremely flashy clothes.

This place is like a large-scale cosplay event, where elements from ancient times, modern times, and the future are all mixed together.

A steam engine roared past Chu Zhu, its chimney spewing steam, adding a unique charm to the world of steampunk civilization. The buildings along the road were no more than four stories high, many even being redevelopment sites for shantytowns.

A few simple frames, along with some cloth awnings, constitute a room. People lined up in long queues to fill their water bottles at the public taps, while others emptied their chamber pots at the public toilets.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhu!"

"Oh my, it's Boss Zhu! Greetings."

"Brother Zhu, you did my family such a big favor the day before yesterday! Will you come to my house for dinner tonight?"

Someone recognized Chu Zhu, their face lighting up with joy as they greeted her. This sound attracted even more attention…

"Brother Zhu, have you had breakfast yet? Would you like a couple of flatbreads?" At Yang's flatbread shop, a kind old man hurriedly took out a few freshly baked flatbreads from the oven and chased after Chu Zhu to hand them over.

He looked to be in his forties or fifties, the cloth tied around his head was soaked with sweat, and the wrinkles on his face revealed the diligence of a working person. Although he was more than a decade older than Chu Zhu, he addressed him as "Brother Zhu" without any reluctance or fear, only respect and closeness.

The people who had been queuing up in front of the pancake shop to buy them were not angry about it.

Some of the people in line even bowed slightly to Chu Zhu, their faces filled with gratitude.

Chu Zhu simply nodded calmly and accepted the sesame seed cake.

"...You good-for-nothing Yang Sanlang!" The head chef of the wonton shop next door rushed out, cursing, "You sure are quick to grab it."

Yang Sanlang, or more accurately, Master Yang, stood ramrod straight, glancing sideways at the wonton shop's head chef with a smug look on his face.

"Hey, Mr. Zhu, come have lunch with us!" the head chef of the noodle shop next door said. The noodle shop's kitchen faces the street, and you can see him waving as you turn your head.

"I'll definitely when I have time." Chu Zhu nodded, said nothing more, and then walked away. This seemingly impolite behavior did not disappoint others.

Clearly, he enjoys a very high reputation in this area.

In the dream, Chu Zhu's time is roughly synchronized with the real world.

For example, Chu Zhu in the real world is a college student, while in the dream he is seventeen or eighteen years old.

In the real world, he grew up little by little from being a child... Similarly, in the dream world, he also had infancy, adolescence, and youth. He also grew up little by little in this world!
With the ability to reset dreams, he has done many unscrupulous and remarkable things!

He helped many people, and he also killed many people...

After all, resetting is something he sees as similar to loading a save/load game.

Of course, precisely because he had previously treated it as a save file, in the main timeline of the dream... Chu Zhu still tried his best to be a positive and good kid. In this main timeline, others didn't perceive him as a ruthless killer!

As for why others treated him that way... Chu Zhu was eleven or twelve years old when, due to the chaotic environment and frequent hunger, he took advantage of his intelligence to instigate a fight between several gangs that were running rampant in the shantytown. He then used a few tricks to gather a few capable fighters in the shantytown and drive the gangs out...

Incidentally, we set up some small-scale grassroots self-governing organizations, and after continuous trial and error, we gradually improved the grassroots self-governing organization system and then spread it to other shantytown renovation areas.

Yeah, I did it when I was eleven or twelve, nothing special. At thirteen, I felt I was dealing with too much, so I completely let go!
Therefore, he also has a tiny, insignificant reputation within the various shantytown redevelopment areas.

Just as Chu Zhu finished eating the two sesame seed cakes, she walked out of the shantytown redevelopment area.

The scene has changed drastically!

(End of this chapter)