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At 11:30, Chen Dong received a call from the taxi driver informing him that Ye Wanwan had arrived home safely. He then followed his memory back to his own home.

As he sorted through his memories on the road, Chen Dong finally figured out what had happened.

He crossed.

This world, called Deep Blue Star, is similar to Earth, except that its development trajectory is about ten years behind Earth's, giving it a feeling of rebirth.

He was simply reborn in another world, and everything and everyone around him had changed.

In his original world, he was an orphan who had to work hard to get a job and go to school. Here, his parents are alive and well. They run a convenience store of more than 200 square meters and live in a large detached house. His family is quite well-off.

"With these qualities, why bother being a blond guy?"

Chen Dong felt that the original owner was somewhat unaware of his good fortune.

I raised my hand and rang the doorbell. A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from inside the house.

"Who is it, so late at night?"

Chen Dong opened his mouth but couldn't quite speak.

He was an orphan who dreamed countless times of having his parents by his side so that he could have someone to rely on like other children. But when he finally had them, he found that the words "parents" carried immense weight.

Squeak.

The door opened, and Chen Zhenjiang, the original owner's father, appeared in front of Chen Dong with a calculator in his hand.

Bang.

The next second, Chen Zhenjiang slammed the door shut with a look of disgust, and then a few words of conversation came from inside the room.

"Who is it?"

"beggar."

"Is it a son?"

Hurried footsteps came from inside the house. Zeng Ling, the mother, reopened the door and smiled as she pulled Chen Dong inside, saying, "Son's back, come in quickly."

"mom."

Chen Dong composed himself and called out the title he had once longed for.

"Eh."

Zeng Ling was clearly taken aback for a moment, then smiled and replied sweetly.

"Weren't you so tough that you weren't going to come back to this house? Why did you come back?" Chen Zhenjiang snorted coldly from the sofa.

"Shut up."

Zeng Ling glared at him. "Your son finally agreed to come home, why are you still arguing with him?"

"Look at you, you've gotten so thin. Even if you're playful, you still need to eat, you know? Are you out of money for food?" Zeng Ling pulled Chen Dong to sit on the sofa next to her, her smile bright and completely different from the one a second ago.

"Try asking for money."

Before Chen Dong could speak, Chen Zhenjiang suddenly stood up, pointed at Chen Dong, and warned him sternly.

"Sit down."

Zeng Ling then pulled him back to sit on the sofa.

"A doting mother spoils her son. The more you pamper him, the more you'll harm him. If you ask me, just cut off his source of income and see how long he can survive outside," Chen Zhenjiang said angrily, throwing the calculator on the coffee table.

That brat only knows how to ask for money every time he comes home. Once he gets the money, he doesn't come home at night. Three days ago, he even "stole" two hundred yuan. He has wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time, but Zeng Ling always stops him.

"He's my son. If we don't love him, who will? Besides, my son hasn't done anything heinous. Who hasn't been rebellious during puberty?"

"Back then, you almost got into a fight with your dad, and you made him so angry that he ended up in the hospital several times."

Zeng Ling protected Chen Dong.

She knew her son wasn't a bad person at heart; he was just going through a rebellious phase of his youth, and he would be fine once this period passed.

Chen Dong felt a strange mix of emotions as he watched Chen Zhenjiang try to discipline Zeng Ling but instead stood protectively in front of him. It was a parental affection he had never experienced in his previous world, and a strange warmth welled up in his heart.

Hearing Zeng Ling's words again, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chen Zhenjiang, whose secrets had been exposed, was both angry and embarrassed. Hearing Chen Dong's laughter, he blushed slightly.

"Dad, you were so fierce back then!" Chen Dong joked with a smile.

"I'm pretty tough now too."

Chen Zhenjiang was so angry that he kicked him.

Chen Dong skillfully dodged the attack.

"You dare to hide?!"

Chen Zhenjiang got even angrier, stood up from the sofa, and kicked out.

With a snap, Chen Dong nimbly flipped over and hid behind the sofa, while poor Chen Zhenjiang was kicked onto the sofa and immediately did a split.

His entire face quickly turned red, and he started making faces, losing control of his facial expressions.

"Lingling, quick, help me up."

"Can you still move?"

Zeng Ling quickly helped him up, and waved to Chen Dong, signaling him to go back inside first.

"You, at your age, can't you just settle down? Why do you have to argue with your son?" Zeng Ling slowly helped Chen Zhenjiang up. "Is your leg okay? How does your back feel?"

"Slow down, slow down~"

Chen Zhenjiang, supporting his waist, slowly twisted back and sat back on the sofa, rubbing his thighs. He pointed at Chen Dong and cursed, "Get the hell out of here! I hate seeing you."

Seeing that Chen Zhenjiang was alright, Chen Dong smiled and walked upstairs to his room.

As he turned the corner, he smiled back and said softly, "Mom, can I have your breakfast tomorrow morning?"

"What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you," Zeng Ling replied happily.

"I love anything you make."

What I crave isn't breakfast, but my mother's cooking—a past luxury, and a past regret.

"Eat, eat, all you do is eat. You're such a grown-up, can't you even cook for yourself?" Chen Zhenjiang said.

"I asked my mom to make it for me, not you, so what's it to you?" Chen Dong retorted sarcastically.

"No way, I'll take you down even if I'm injured."

Chen Zhenjiang stood up, supporting his back, determined to teach them a lesson.

Chen Dong ran back to the house and closed the door as if he were fleeing.

"Alright."

Zeng Ling shoved Chen Zhenjiang back down. "Our son finally came home, didn't ask for money, didn't argue, and didn't even slam the door and leave. What more do you want?"

"He just needs to be taught a lesson," Chen Zhenjiang sneered, pointing upstairs.

That's enough.

Zeng Ling patted his hand. "Don't you notice a change in our son this time? Didn't he just call you 'Dad'? Tell me, how long has it been since you heard him say 'Dad'?"

"He deserves it. If he doesn't call me 'Dad,' who should he call 'Dad'?"

Chen Zhenjiang still had an angry expression, but a smile he couldn't hide crept onto his lips.

Zeng Ling was no different; that long-lost "Mom" almost moved her to tears.

……

Chen Dong returned to the familiar yet unfamiliar room, leaning against the door, reliving the warm scene that felt like a dream, his smile growing even wider.

Ten minutes later, he quickly washed up and then, seeing a computer in the room, instinctively sat down and turned it on.

It's just a matter of habit.

Having experienced extreme poverty in the past, working like a beast of burden during the day and writing until late at night after get off work was the norm. This is precisely when my thoughts are flowing freely and my inspiration is bursting forth.

"I almost forgot, I don't have to rush to update anymore."

Coming to his senses, Chen Dong gave a wry smile.

This isn't an occupational hazard; it's a hazard caused by poverty.

"Let's see what the novels in this world are like."

After thinking for a while, Chen Dong started browsing novel websites and works, his eyes shining brighter and brighter as he read.

The novel industry in this world is similar to that in the original world. A website called Shidian Chinese Network is considered the hegemon of the online literature world, and it also divides authors into levels, such as Platinum and Great God.

However, the novels in this world are completely different from those in the original world. Although they are roughly similar in category, they do not have the classics of the original world, nor do they have the well-known platinum and top-tier authors.

Let's look at some more masterpieces.

The quality is very high, but the opening is traditionally slow-paced, roughly equivalent to around 07 in the original world, which is consistent with the overall development trajectory of this world.

"Is this the perk of being a time traveler?"

Chen Dong was somewhat excited.

The industry was in a golden age of rapid development and flourishing, and he still had countless masterpieces in his mind.

If he were to return to his old profession, he would undoubtedly achieve legendary status with a single book.

Although being a plagiarist isn't easy, he's an old author who died suddenly at his workstation. He can write original works that get over 10,000 first-day subscriptions, so outlining the plots of those blockbuster masterpieces he'd read in his original world is a piece of cake for him.