Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shulang was going to a programming class, so he was going to go out after breakfast. Ji Zhenhua loaded the camera's memory card and handed it to him: "Brother Lang, please find a photo studio to develop it."

Qin Yun: "Wash two of each. I want to keep one as a treasure too."

Ji Shulang took it and said, "I know."

Ji Shumiao waved his hand: "Study hard~"

Ji Shulang childishly gave her a thumbs-down gesture, put on his backpack and left.

Grandma asked worriedly, "Miaomiao, why does your face look so bad? Look at the dark spots under your eyes."

"Need I ask? You must have stayed up late again." Qin Rong said unhappily, "What is so attractive that it keeps you awake at night?"

Mobile phones! Mobile phones are so much fun, so much fun that you can never get enough of them.

But Ji Shumiao couldn't say anything and could only act cute to fool her. Qin Rong couldn't bear to watch it and sent her upstairs to sleep with a look of disgust on her face.

Ji Shumiao returned to his room but did not sleep. He bent over the desk and continued to write plans for the next fifteen years.

She had to prepare for the worst: if something happened to her, then a plan for the next fifteen years would be left to Lang Ge, and Hua Wei would be handed over to the country so that it could play the greatest role.

昨天光说地震了，3月1日昆明火车站、3月14日 西藏暴乱、4月28日高铁相撞，这些人祸都是能避免的。

As for medical research results such as artemisinin, scientists were originally looking for the correct answer among countless answers. Although Ji Shumiao did not know the principle, if he told them the answer, they could deduce the process, avoid many detours, and use it in clinical practice earlier.

There are so many things I want to do...

Ji Shumiao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Tongtong was born. If that day ever comes, his parents will stick with him for Tongtong.

"It's not like I haven't died before."

Ji Shumiao scratched his hair and said this to himself.

But the invisible fear had enveloped her and entangled her soul. The more she struggled, the more she could not escape.

Ji Shumiao did not regret it, but he could not escape the fear of the karmic curse.

Ji Shulang was sitting in the classroom of a training institution...listening to a foreign language.

I don't understand a word. Isn't it English? Isn't it numbers? Why does everything turn into 1s and 0s? How did it happen?

Ji Shulang grabbed his hair in depression and annoyance. He turned around and saw Zhou Hui taking notes calmly, which made him even more depressed.

Ji Shulang questioned his life: "Can you understand?"

Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment, then consoled him: "Maybe it's because I studied one week longer than you. Can I help you with your lessons this afternoon?"

After Zhou Hui carefully and patiently explained the knowledge points to him from beginning to end in the afternoon, Ji Shulang closed his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, and he recited in a low voice: "To be or not to be, to be destroyed or to be crazy, that is the question."

A day of programming class turned Lang Ge into Hamlet, and he remained in this state until he sat at the dining table in the evening.

Ji Shumiao pulled his tangled hair and asked like a kindergarten kid, "Little Langlang, did you encounter any happy things at school today?"

Ji Shulang turned his neck stiffly, looked at her and said mechanically, "If you ask me to learn that bullshit programming again, I will go crazy and bite you to death first."

"How scary~" Ji Shumiao cooperated with the performance and was so scared that he covered his mouth.

Ji Shulang was so annoyed that he pulled his hair: "That thing really requires talent. I have six of the seven orifices open, and the remaining one is not open."

"Okay, okay, then I won't learn it." Ji Shumiao patted his shoulder, "Forget it."

Ji Shulang's expression improved a little, and then he heard Ji Shumiao say, "Learning programming is a small matter, but going bald is a big deal. I'd rather you go crazy than go bald."

Ji Shumiao didn't give him the chance to catch her, and ran to hide behind her grandfather: "Grandpa, don't you think so?"

I am so angry! But you cannot greet the other person’s relatives or ancestors, and you cannot even raise your middle finger.

Ji Shulang stood up angrily and went upstairs to wash his hair.

Qin Rong called him: "Brother Lang, give us the photos first."

Ji Shulang subconsciously wanted to scratch his head, but when he touched his hair he put his hand down: "I forgot."

He took out a memory card from his backpack and gave it to Ji Zhenhua: "The owner of the photo studio copied the photos to his computer. He said the photos needed to be retouched and asked me to pick them up in the afternoon. I forgot about it when I got home."

Grandma said, "It's okay, they are just the photos we took during the Chinese New Year. There's no rush. Go get them tomorrow when you have time."

Ji Shulang: "...I don't want to get close to that shadowy place in life for now."

Ji Shumiao laughed out loud: "Hahaha...Aunt! If Brother Lang doesn't listen in the future, I will send him to learn programming. I have found the password! Oh hehe~~"

Ji Shulang rolled his eyes in anger: "I'll ask Zhou Hui to help me get it tomorrow."

After dinner, Ji Shiqian and Ji Zhenhua, the two brothers-in-law, started arguing again, this time about who would go to visit the brick factory.

After the New Year, the brick factory hired new financial and accounting personnel, and Hu Feibai was also in charge of sales, but they were really worried about the production without reliable people to supervise it. Once a production safety accident occurred, losing money would be a small matter, but the risk of loss of life would be serious.

Grandpa still needs to rest for a while and have regular checkups and treatments, so he definitely can't go.

Ji Shiqian still meant that he should go, and Qin Yun could go with him; but Qin Rong was pregnant now, so how could she live with Ji Zhenhua in a place like a brick factory? Qin Rong needed him at this stage, so it would be best for Ji Zhenhua to stay in Beijing with Qin Rong.

Ji Zhenhua meant that Qin Rong was doing fine now, and when she got older and the baby was born, it would be understandable that he would not be able to leave. He could just help share more of the burden now, and they would not have to separate as a couple. However, it would not be good for Lang Ge's physical and mental health if he was away from his parents for a long time.

Ji Shulang interrupted, "I'm healthy, I'm very healthy, I'm fourteen, not four, and it's not far away. I have money, legs, and a driver. If I miss my parents, I will find them myself."

"That's right!" Ji Shiqian clapped his hands. "Did you hear me? We are a family and we shouldn't have different opinions. Don't bother with these things. I will get angry."

Ji Shiqian hugged his wife and said, "We are just enjoying our own world, without the puppy to disturb us, our days are so beautiful!"

Ji? Puppy? Book? Cub? Lang's face turned pale: "6."

Ji Shumiao laughed wildly and added to his heart's thoughts thoughtfully: "Take my dad away quickly!"

Grandma was also happy: "Let them go. If Shi Qian and Lang Ge stay together for too long, it will be bad for Lang Ge's physical and mental health."

So the matter was settled.

Ji Shumiao and his sister continued to roll, and Ji Shumiao also dragged Qingqing to roll with them. They inspected the stores, went to the company, studied, and played basketball whenever they had time.

Ji Shumiao kept himself busy and exhausted every day, so tired that he had no energy or mind to be afraid.

Ji Shumiao acted coquettishly and pulled Qingqing into the tennis pit together. The two newbies played against each other, and the fight was evenly matched.

Ji Shumiao threw away the racket, took the water bottle handed to him by Qingqing, took two big gulps, and said, "I don't know what's wrong with Xixi and Han Xiaopang. They can't make appointments to hang out after the winter vacation. Every time I call them, they both say they are busy. I don't know what they are busy with."

Four newbies can play doubles.

But on the first day of school, when Ji Shumiao saw these two rookies in the classroom, he knew what they were busy with - busy trying to skip a grade.