"The winner of the 30th Best Screenplay is..."

As the words fell, cheers erupted before Zhang Tan. A middle-aged man with a ponytail stood up excitedly, waving his fists in the air and glancing back at him provocatively.

Zhang Tan's lips moved slightly, silently muttering an obscenity. His right hand subconsciously reached into the pocket of his suit jacket, where a small piece of paper lay. It was the acceptance speech he had spent an hour preparing last night, but he never expected to have to use it after all.

As the saying goes, "too many cooks spoil the broth," but Zhang Tan, a frontrunner for the Golden Rooster Award, has been running second place for three consecutive years.

I thought I would succeed this time, but the result was like this. Cheers and surprised exclamations from the crowd mixed together, showing that he wasn't the only one who was incredibly surprised.

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At the evening's gathering, Zhang Tan did not attend. He stayed alone at a bar, drinking heavily until he was completely drunk and passed out on the roadside... The next day, he woke up from his sleep with dozens of needles piercing his head, a throbbing pain attacking him in waves. He couldn't help but hold his head and knock it against something hard several times.

He opened his eyes, and heard a cacophony of noise. Above him, a blue ceiling fan was spinning lazily.

Turning my head, I saw a group of young men and women eating breakfast. And myself, lying on a row of dining tables.

He immediately sat up, looking around at the people who were eating breakfast and eyeing him, whispering to each other.

"Where is this?"

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I remember drinking at the bar last night, and then when we went outside...then he walked to the spotlight, under everyone's gaze, and took the stage. He received the Golden Rooster Award from the hands of the actress in the shadows…

Zhang Tan shook his head. There were no spotlights above him, only the whistling electric fan, which made him feel like he was about to fall off and wake up.

“This is the Beijing Film Academy.” said the shortest-haired girl nearest to him.

Zhang Tan was stunned. Academy? How did he end up at the academy? Wait, Beijing? No, Beiping??

He reached into his pocket and felt around, but found nothing. Only then did he realize that he wasn't wearing the suit he had worn to the Golden Rooster Awards earlier; naturally, there was no speech thanking the organizers in his pocket.

The sun was shining brightly. Zhang Tan stepped out of the cafeteria, his eyes filled with a sense of bustling activity. The flagpole flew a bright red five-starred red flag in the wind. On the notice board before him were various recruitment notices, and the most eye-catching one read:

The Beiping Bank campus recruitment was held on June 25th at the First Hall!

Bank of Beiping!

It was actually Beijing! Zhang Tan felt a dizzy spell and still couldn't believe it.

Students who passed by kept staring at him. Zhang Tan followed their gaze and reached behind him, pulling out a piece of paper.

"Scum men, go to hell!"

Her handwriting is graceful.

Zhang Tan: -_-

Who posted this??!

"Bah, what a jerk!"

A pretty girl appeared in his mind, glaring at him with anger. She spat on the ground. She had cute dimples, but her eyes looked at him with disgust.

"Bah! What a jerk!"

Another one, this time spitting at his face.

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The scumbag is dead, don't hurt the innocent.

He came to the lakeside bench and sat down, his mind racing, needing to sort things out.

He crossed over.

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In the distance, a group of recent graduates were taking pictures. They were wearing black graduation gowns and laughing happily, their voices carried on the wind.

“That’s probably the Sea King~~”

Zhang Tan, hearing this, looked over. Eh? These people look a bit familiar. One of them just appeared in his mind and spat on him fiercely!

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Aha! They're all from his class!

Today is their graduation day! A major milestone in life!

While everyone else was busy taking graduation photos, he sat by the lake, reeking and lost in thought.

Zhang subconsciously got up and walked over, then stopped, lowering his head to examine himself. His shirt and jeans made him look out of place among the crowd.

He searched his memory, trying to confirm if he knew about taking graduation photos today. Had no one notified him?

He hesitated for a moment, and when he looked up, the classmates' graduation photo was already over. Cheers erupted at the scene, and mortarboards flew into the air one after another.

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"Zhang Tan, why are you just coming now?"

He smells bad.

"Neptune is late again, probably drinking."

"Haha, it's Neptune."

Some people jest, some make light of it, and some gloat...

It seems like the original owner of this body wasn't well-liked. Zhang Tan saw this and forced a smile, then turned around and walked away without hesitation.

He remembered more, such as his poor interpersonal relationships in class, and his nickname, "Sea King".

This isn't a compliment; it was coined by my former classmate who also happens to be responsible for spreading it. The full term is "Sea King type scumbag." You thought you walked into Zhang Tan's heart, but you just swam into his fish pond. You thought Zhang Tan only had a fish pond, but he's actually a Sea King who controls seven oceans.

This is the sea king type scumbag, with a humble heart and able to accommodate three palaces, six courtyards, and a large group of concubines.

“Tsk! What a jerk.”

After Zhang Tan understood "himself," he followed with disdain.

The next day, the dormitory.

Zhang Tan woke up from a good sleep, his headache finally gone. The phone beside him was buzzing incessantly with notifications. His class WeChat group had 999+ unread messages. At the cusp of graduation, everyone was bidding farewell to each other, filled with reluctance and bittersweet emotions. The latest message was from his roommate, expressing his heartfelt gratitude and affection for their classmates.

Zhang Tan sat up from his bed and looked around. The dormitory was empty, with only him left. No one had said goodbye to him.

He looked at the bustling phone and the empty dorm, shaking his head. He seemed isolated.

Get up to brush teeth and wash face, looking at oneself in the mirror, height estimated at over 180cm, slender figure, pale complexion handsome, long hair tied up, braided into a ponytail. His original name is Zhang Tan, 22 years old this year, a graduate of the directing department of North China Film Academy. For four years in college, he was keen on picking up girls, changing a large wave of girlfriends, known as the Sea King.

As for why he was lying asleep on a dining table in the cafeteria all night?

Not long ago, he got into a television drama crew through connections and worked as an assistant to the director. However, because of some trouble caused by an ex-girlfriend, he was fired. Angry and disappointed, he drank himself into a stupor and eventually died from alcohol poisoning or something like that.

"Having a good-looking face but failing as a person." Zhang sighed to himself in the mirror, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a train ticket.

Bei Ping Xi -- G7008 -- to Pu Jiang Dong Time is 11 am on June 28th, that is today, half an hour from now.

Zhang sighed. His parents had passed away when he was young, and he had been raised by his grandparents in Pujiang since then. Both of his grandparents passed away last year, leaving him with an ancestral home and an academy.

After being fired by the film crew yesterday, he bought a southbound train ticket in a fit of anger.

If Zhang Tan were still the old Zhang Tan, this train ticket would have certainly been thrown away. After all, the original Zhang Tan intended to make a name for himself in Beiping. But now, Zhang Tan didn't hesitate at all and made up his mind to head south to Pujiang.

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The Pujiang River here is like the Shanghai he knew well. Before today, he had spent almost 10 years there, getting used to the local customs and habits.

With my luggage packed and windows and doors shut, I descended the stairs. Passing through the campus where I'd lived for four years, I waved goodbye to the bustling crowds at the entrance, as if bidding farewell to past Zhang Tan and the tumultuous youth of the last four years.

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At 11:00 AM, he boarded the train. At 4:30 PM, the train stopped at Pujiang East Station. Zhang Tan got off with the crowd and curiously observed the city of Pujiang. It was very similar to Shanghai in his memory.

"The Shanghai Grand Theatre is here!"

As the announcement for the next station echoed through the subway, Zhang Tan realized he had unknowingly taken the line to the Pujiang Grand Theatre.

Yesterday, he was at the Shanghai Grand Theater attending the 30th Golden Rooster Awards. After taking a nap, he inexplicably found himself in Beijing and became someone else.

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He hesitated for a moment, got out of the car, left the station, and arrived at the Shanghai Grand Theatre. The night had gradually fallen, and the surroundings of the theatre were very quiet. The lights on the square had come on, and there were few pedestrians, strolling about in twos and threes.

The marquee displays the theater's schedule for the past week.

I and My Country Large Symphony Concert Large Comedic Opera Oh my mother! There is no information about the 30th Golden Rooster Awards, to confirm again, the two worlds have no intersection at all.

"Times have changed, the world is vastly different."

Zhang Tan looked at the magnificent building, re-entered the subway station, switched to Line 1, and got off at Xichangan Street. According to his memory, he searched for the ancestral home left by his grandparents.

Xi Chang'an Street is a prosperous section of the Huangpu River, but there is surprisingly a large urban village located here. Zhang Tan's ancestral home is situated in this very place.

The ancestral home covered over 500 square meters, but years of neglect had left it uninhabitable. Zhang Tan surveyed it for a moment before squeezing into a barbershop. There was only one barber inside, wearing a faded white vest and a pot belly that made him look like he could be Zhang Tan's grandfather.

The barber, an old man, was shelling beans, preparing dinner. Seeing someone enter, he looked up, squinted his eyes, and smiled with delight.

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"Hey, finally you're here."

He put down the peas in his hand, picked up the large scissors, and cut Zhang Tan's braid short.

Zhang Tan looked at himself in the mirror. His entire style had changed, becoming refreshing and clean. Plus, this Zhang Tan wasn't the previous Zhang Tan; his temperament was completely different. Even if his classmates saw him face-to-face, they wouldn't dare to confidently say that he was the old "Zhang Haiwang."

How much?

"I'll give you money! I've had my eye on your little ponytail for ages."

They are all from the same village. The barber knew Zhang Tan, and he used to find it annoying when Zhang Tan would swing a small braid in front of his eyes. He wanted to pay him to get a haircut, and today his wish came true.

Zhang Tan walked out, holding 5 yuan with a wry smile, and found his way to the Little Red Horse Academy.

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This is another property left to him by his grandparents, also located in the village within the city. It's right on bustling Xichang'an Street. On this side of the street are village houses, with trees shading them. Opposite is a sight of skyscrapers, shopping malls, and bars, lined up one after another, a scene of lively entertainment and vibrant nightlife.

Night had fallen, a crescent moon hung in the sky, and lights shone brightly throughout Xiaohongma Academy.

Zhang Tan raised his hand to look at the clock. It was 6:30 in the evening. Normally, schools would be letting out for the day, but this was the Midnight Academy, which only operated at night.

A pink electric scooter was parked at the entrance of the school. The owner, a man in his 30s wearing a yellow delivery uniform, took down a 3 or 4-year-old girl from the front and put a small backpack on her back, telling her to go to the school to play with the other children.

The little girl doesn't want to play with other children now, she only wants her father and won't leave him. She is holding onto her father's pants tightly.

The man had to get off the electric scooter and squat in front of the little girl, speaking to her softly.

"Daddy's going to work now, how about you go to school and play with your friends? Let's make a promise, pinky swear..."

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The little girl wiped away her tears and walked pitifully into the school.

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