Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

The purple-haired boy wandered over to Lin Dong's row and met his gaze, which Lin Dong couldn't avoid in time.

The purple-haired man raised an eyebrow, tossed his head, and his dazzlingly shiny hair swayed in a manner reminiscent of a peacock spreading its tail feathers, clearly saying, "What are you looking at? Never seen anything so trendy before?"

Lin Dong immediately turned his face toward the car window.

have to.

All the "good student" qualities I'd cultivated while studying math textbooks were completely shattered by these guys' loud speakers.

The driver wasn't surprised. After the three of them squeezed into the back seat in a crooked and awkward manner, he slammed the door shut.

The deafening "Two Butterflies" was mostly blocked outside, but the noise still buzzed around inside the car.

The car started moving again. Lin Dong looked at the street scene outside the window, while the song "Mice Love Rice" started creaking and rattling from the back seat.

He listened to the off-key singing and suddenly laughed.

This flavor is just right.

That's how 2005 should be.

The bus stopped at Shanwei Station for about ten minutes, a group of people got on and off, and then got back on the highway.

About an hour later, the car slowed down, and a sign for "Huizhou" appeared on the side of the road.

The ticket seller shouted at the top of her lungs, "Huizhou Station has arrived! Some passengers are getting off!"

The car door opened. A few people got off first, and then a figure stepped on.

She was a young girl, probably in her early twenties.

She wore a simple white short-sleeved T-shirt, blue jeans, and a black backpack, her hair tied in a neat ponytail. She had fair skin, delicate features, and especially bright, expressive eyes.

As soon as she got on the bus, she seemed out of place in the noisy, dilapidated minibus—she was too clean.

She glanced up at the carriage and frowned slightly.

The seats were almost full, with only a few empty seats in the back, but those were occupied by three "non-mainstream" individuals.

Her gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the empty seat next to Lin Dong.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked in a clear voice, pointing to the seat next to Lin Dong.

Lin Dong shook his head: "No."

The girl said "thank you," sat down sideways, hugged her backpack to her chest, and looked out the window, clearly not wanting to talk to anyone.

The car restarted.

Less than two minutes later, the music in the back row got louder again, mixed with whistles and laughter.

Lin Dong saw in the reflection of the car window that the three "non-mainstream" guys were huddled together, their eyes fixed on the girl's back in the front row, especially the one with purple hair, who was craning his neck.

Hey, beautiful!

The blond-haired guy spoke first, drawing out his words and deliberately flicking a strand of his bangs, "Going to Shenzhen alone? Want to add me on QQ? My username is '彡酷拽★少爷彡', super cool!"

The girl froze, didn't turn around, and turned her head further out of the car window.

"Don't ignore me!"

Red Hair grinned and shook his numerous metal chains, "My QQ name is '╰つ゛爷、独占天下╮', search it, my QQ space is awesome, it's all Martian language!"

The other passengers in the carriage all lowered their heads, pretending to sleep or looking out the window. The driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror, opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent.

Zi Mao simply stood up, swayed as he walked to the aisle, put one hand on the back of the seat in front of Lin Dong, and bent over.

He practically threw his face next to the girl's: "Hey little sister, don't be shy. We're guys in Shenzhen, you'll be protected when you get there. Can I have your QQ number?"

A strong smell of hairspray and smoke hit me.

The girl shrank back towards Lin Dong abruptly, her face flushed red with embarrassment and anger: "You...please show some respect!"

"Wow, that's pretty spicy!" Purple-haired guy got even more excited, reaching out to touch the girl's ponytail. "I like spicy food..."

His hand was only halfway out when it was stopped by another hand.

It was Lin Dong. He turned around at some point and grabbed the purple-haired man's wrist.

"friend."

Lin Dong's voice rang out, neither too loud nor too soft, yet it exuded an undeniable aura.

He looked up at the purple-haired man, his face expressionless.

"There's not much space on the bus, so go back to your seats." He paused, his tone still steady, but with an undeniable force.

"Safety first."

Purple Hair was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting this student who had been engrossed in his book the whole way to step forward. He tried to break free, but found that the other person had a surprisingly strong grip.

"None of your business!" the purple-haired man glared. "Who the hell are you? Let go!"

His two other companions also stood up and surrounded him, and the air in the carriage instantly became tense.

Lin Dong released his grip, but didn't move, remaining between the girl and the purple-haired man.

He glanced at the three people who had surrounded him, his face still expressionless: "It's none of my business. But you're disturbing my reading."

He pointed to the math textbook spread out on his lap, his tone so matter-of-fact it was suffocating.

"besides,"

Lin Dong continued slowly, his gaze falling on the purple-haired man's leather jacket covered in rivets. "From Shenzhen? What a coincidence, my cousin works in the Shenzhen police force."

"How about we stop at the next station, and I'll call him over so you can talk to him about how to 'protect' people?"

That's pure nonsense.

But Lin Dong spoke too calmly, his eyes even carrying a hint of indifference, as if to say, "Whatever, give it a try."

In 2005, the title of "security team" still had some deterrent effect on street thugs like Zi Mao.

The three "non-mainstream" individuals exchanged glances, their expressions changing.

They couldn't figure out Lin Dong's background, and they couldn't tell whether his confident demeanor was genuine or not.

"Damn, you're sick!"

Purple Hair cursed sullenly, but ultimately didn't dare to make another move.

He glared at Lin Dong fiercely. "Kid, you just wait!"

The three of them returned to the back row, cursing and swearing. They turned the music down, but occasionally a few filthy curses could be heard.

Only then did Lin Dong sit up straight again, as if nothing had happened, and continue looking down at his mathematical formulas.

The girl next to him slowly relaxed her tense body.

She turned her head, glanced quickly at Lin Dong, and said softly, her voice filled with lingering fear and gratitude, "Th...thank you."

"fine."

Lin Dong didn't even look up, his pen tracing a line on the draft paper. "Be careful when you're out and about."

After driving for a while, at a temporary stop at a highway exit, the three "non-mainstream" kids, looking upset, started yelling that they wanted to get out of the car.

The driver was eager for them to leave, so he immediately opened the door.

Before getting out of the car, Purple Hair turned back and glared at Lin Dong, pointing at him a few times with his finger, the meaning was clear: this matter is not over.

With the doors closed, the carriage became much quieter and safer.

The girl let out a long sigh of relief, and then she really took a good look at the boy next to her.

He's very young, like a high school student, with handsome features and a youthful vibe.

She remained quietly engrossed in her book, as if the conflict just moments before was merely a minor incident.

"Are you... also going to Shenzhen?"

She tried to speak, and her voice sounded more natural than before.

"Hmm," Lin Dong responded, which was his reply.

"I really owe you a lot just now."

The girl turned around, looked at him intently, and extended her hand.

My name is Chen Lu.

He closed the book and gently squeezed her fingertips.

"Lin Dong".