sinovels Chapter 1 Rebirth and Genius
Chapter 1 Rebirth and Genius
08, back-to-school season, Qingyang District, Chengdu.
With the global celebration of the Olympics over, the grief of months ago seems to have faded away.
The classroom of the second grade at Chengfei Shishi Primary School was filled with the smell of disinfectant residue from the initial disinfection at the start of the school year, mixed with the sweat of dozens of children, creating a sweltering, steamy atmosphere.
The four rotating fans overhead, which had somehow become accomplices to the lingering summer heat, were blowing out gusts of hot air.
"These are my paintbrushes! My paintbrushes!"
"Biu! Biu! Zhang Zihua, you're dead!"
"Teacher! Li Tao needs to poop again!"
"Wow—Mommy! Mommy, where are you…"
There were no regular classes on the first day of school.
The classroom erupted into chaos as soon as the homeroom teacher went to the office.
The sounds of fighting, crying, and various objects clashing together created a cacophony of noises that resembled a mental storm destroying the rationality of every adult.
Lin Dong lay on his seat watching his classmates' commotion, trying his best to revert to the mindset of a primary school student in order to avoid such a barrage of noise.
How come I never noticed this before?
Zhang Zihua was such a troublemaker in elementary school.
Li Tao, this "King of Shit," is said to have started doing it since second grade.
And then there's Zhang Yihao, he's still so annoying, he's been bullying his classmates since he was little.
As for Xu Qingling, his childhood friend, he only remembered her dazzling presence on the e-sports stage. He never imagined that she would still be a crybaby in second grade, constantly looking for her mother.
Eight years old, second grade, seems so young...
Lin Dong looked at his thin arms and legs, closed his eyes and concentrated, and a peculiar vision appeared in his mind.
—This is a perspective from the soul's point of view.
He was like a higher-dimensional being residing in a small body, using the vision of his higher-dimensional soul to look down upon the entire lower-dimensional world.
His example of rebirth confirms the existence of the soul and consciousness.
What happens when such a powerful, mature soul inhabits a young, still-growing body?
The answer is: the soul breaks through the shackles of the body, and consciousness transcends the limits of the body.
In this state of spiritual vision, Lin Dong felt as if he had entered "super flow," with his brain's comprehension, memory, inspiration, and concentration all soaring.
Photographic memory, the ability to draw inferences from one instance, the capacity to understand ten things from one instance, the ability to concentrate, and the ability to draw inferences from one instance are all just standard features.
At the same time, it possesses a perception beyond common sense regarding the defects and balance, structure and perfection of all things.
"The balance of all things..."
Lin Dong picked up two colored pencils, placed one upright on the table, and tilted the other over the first pencil.
With his spiritual vision, Lin Yi easily found the balance point of the paintbrush. He flicked his fingers slightly and then released his hand, and the two paintbrushes stood steadily on the table.
"It's very easy."
Seeing this, Lin Dong became interested, picked up Xu Qingling's paintbrush, and added a third, a fourth...
soon.
Using a pen as a fulcrum, a spiraling pen tower was born in Lin Dong's hands.
Lin Dong had only seen such a deity who controlled the center of gravity and balance in his previous life on short videos.
With just a slight movement, those video bloggers can create an inverted pyramid out of beer bottles one second, and then stack a stool leg on top of another the next.
At that time, Lin Dong was still marveling at the existence of hidden masters among ordinary people. He never expected that after being reborn back to his childhood, he would become a god who controls the center of gravity and balance.
"Wow! That's amazing!"
Just then, a gasp rang out from the side.
Xu Qingling's delicate face was still streaked with tears. When she saw the tower of brushes in front of Lin Dong, her big eyes blinked, and she exclaimed incredulously, "Lin Dong, you built a tower with your paintbrush!"
The girl's innocent voice, filled with admiration, immediately attracted the attention of the other children around her.
But by the time they turned around, Lin Dong had already swept his hand across the table, and the pen tower on the table collapsed and disappeared.
"That's a lie. Lin Dong didn't build a tower with pens at all!"
"Yes, Teacher Guo! Xu Qingling is lying and deceiving people!"
Several classmates started shouting and making a fuss. Zhang Yihao, who was small in stature but big in build, immediately looked at the homeroom teacher who had come into the classroom and reported Xu Qingling for lying.
"I'm not lying!"
Xu Qingling stood up, her eyes brimming with tears and grievance, but she still bravely said, "Lin Dong really did build a tower with a pen!"
Hearing the commotion, the homeroom teacher, Ms. Guo, came into the classroom and walked over.
Upon seeing the teacher approach, the chubby boy who had just reported her became even more smug and stood up to challenge Xu Qingling.
"Teacher! She's lying! She's not a good student!"
"Teacher, Xu Qingling is not lying."
At this moment, Lin Dong pulled Xu Qingling to sit down and looked at their homeroom teacher, Ms. Guo: "I did indeed build a tower with my pen."
talking.
Lin Dong casually picked up four pens, placed one pen upright on the table, and then placed the other three pens diagonally on top of it. Soon, a simple spiral pen tower stood on the table.
"Huh, it really is."
Teacher Guo opened her eyes wide in surprise, waved for the chubby Zhang Yihao to sit down, and then glanced at everyone's faces.
"Lin Dong did indeed build a tower with his pen. This is a very amazing ability, and one must be very sensitive to the center of gravity and balance of objects to do it."
This proves that Xu Qingling was not lying.
This incident teaches us that it is a good thing to be brave enough to point out other children's wrong behavior.
However, before pointing out that other children are wrong, we should first verify the truth of the matter, because wrong accusations are a harmful behavior.
Xu Qingling was wrongly accused today, but she bravely stood up to defend herself, which is a very good performance. The teacher praises her...
After the teacher finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the podium.
Xu Qingling, no longer feeling aggrieved, said happily to Lin Dong, "Lin Dong, the teacher just praised me!"
As she spoke, the little girl took out her backpack, pulled out a Sony handheld console with a pink sticker on it, hesitated for a moment as if she was a little reluctant, but the next second she still stuffed it into Lin Dong's hand.
"Thank you for defending me just now."
"This is a birthday present my dad bought me two years ago. You can borrow it for a couple of days!"
My birthday gift from two years ago...
Two years ago you were still in kindergarten, right? You gave me a Sony handheld console for your birthday?
Could it be that your dad is the kind of genius dad who gives his child a PS5 console for their first birthday and then comments that the child really enjoys playing it?
Lin Dong looked at the handheld console that was handed to him and couldn't help but complain in his heart, but he didn't stand on ceremony. He grabbed the handheld, turned off the sound, and started the battle.
"Lin Dong, why don't you say thank you?"
Xu Qingling felt wronged when she saw her treasure suddenly in someone else's hands, even though she was the one who gave it away.
"Mmm, thank you."
Lin Dong admired Xu Qingling's expression of "I feel wronged and reluctant but I can't say it," and played "LocoRoco" for a while. His professional habit as a product manager from his previous life kicked in, and he subconsciously analyzed the game.
"The core code of the game should be C++, which is not a problem. The key issue is that the operation logic is a bit counterintuitive."
"To achieve tilting and jumping using only two buttons, you have to hold down one button and keep tapping the other to adjust the jump angle. This greatly increases the learning curve and makes it much harder than Mario..."
"Another issue is the difficulty in precise control, yet many hidden routes require millimeter-level adjustments, which is simply making things difficult for players..."
Based on past life experiences, plus the soul's visual perception of the flaws and perfections of all things.
Even without the game's documentation, and after playing for less than twenty minutes, Lin Dong still managed to pinpoint the game's flaws and shortcomings.
just.
Completely absorbed in his analysis, he didn't notice that as he delved deeper into the analysis, his young body turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, soon leaving his hair completely soaked...
At this time.
Zhang Yihao, who was not far away, seemed to have noticed something. He stood up again and pointed at Lin Dong with his chubby finger: "Teacher! Lin Dong was playing Xu Qingling's game console during class! I saw him!"
What?
Lin Dong raised his head slightly, but the moment he did, a wave of extreme dizziness struck him, and a violent roar came from deep within his head.
Ruined.
Forgetting that I'm still a little kid, I got so engrossed in thinking that my brain was overloaded.
Such a thought flashed through Lin Dong's mind.
The next second, everything went black and he collapsed.
At the last moment, he also heard the chubby boy shouting that Xu Qingling was an evil witch who had stolen Lin Dong's soul with a magic game console...
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Three hours later, at Chengdu People's Hospital.
Lin Dong lay on the bed, maintaining the demeanor of a child, with electrodes attached to his body for electromyography (EMG) detection. He allowed a professor of neurology to pinch and tap his body, and followed instructions to lift his arms and legs.
"Professor, is my child... alright?"
After waiting for a long time, seeing the doctor put down his examination tools, the mother, Zhang Xiali, rushed forward and said anxiously, "The emergency room just said that when my child was brought in, he was already unconscious and his pupils were dilated... Isn't this a sign of brain problems, a vegetative state?"
"What, a vegetable?"
Lin Weiliang, the father who had just rushed over from the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Research Institute, stepped forward and grasped his wife's cold hand: "Don't scare yourself. Xiaodong is awake and perfectly fine, isn't he?"
"He's not in a vegetative state, and his brain is fine."
The professor carefully reviewed the EEG results and the brain CT scan again, then took off his glasses and said, "We now consider it to be a sudden, abnormal epileptic seizure."
However, the EEG did not reveal any characteristics of epilepsy, so we will observe for now and consider using anti-epileptic drugs if symptoms reappear.
However, the child's brainwave signals are a bit unstable, so he needs to rest more recently, reduce stimulation to his brain, and avoid startling him.
"Is it okay if I go to school?"
Upon hearing that his brain was fine, Lin Weiliang's expression relaxed: "He's in second grade now, does he need to ask for leave?"
"Going to school is no problem."
The professor smiled and said, "The main thing is to avoid watching horror movies, and parents should not argue in front of their children. Instead, spend more time with them watching heartwarming cartoons and reading children's storybooks."
If there's time, I'll also take the child to practice Tai Chi, yoga, or other gentle exercises.
"Yes, yes, we'll do it that way when we get back."
Zhang Xiali finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up Lin Dong and wiped his eyes, saying, "Xiao Dong, quickly thank the professor. Thank goodness, it's alright."
"Thank you, Professor."
Lin Dong called out in a childlike voice.
In his opinion, the professor's medical ethics were quite good. Although he couldn't find the real cause of the coma, he could tell that the brain couldn't be overstimulated, and he didn't deliberately prescribe any medication.
"Why."
The professor smiled and replied, "You should listen to your parents when you get home."
"Yes, goodbye, Professor Grandpa."
Lin Dong waved back, then wrapped his arms around his mother's neck, rested his head on her shoulder, and hung himself up on her.
Being reborn and still able to hug my mother like this...it's so wonderful.