In the early morning, when the crisp sound of shattering glass rang out, Chou Ping slowly opened his eyes.
Last night, Sarah, who had completely torn off her aloof veil and transformed into a docile maid, shamelessly indulged in a night of passion. Upon waking up, due to the resetting of time, he felt full again, except for a slight hunger.
After cursing the guy who broke his glass, Chou Ping got up, freshened up, and picked up his phone to make a call.
The call was to the bald youth who repaired glass. Despite receiving his business card several times, Chou Ping hadn't really paid much attention to it.
After informing the guy about the size and requirements, Chou Ping managed to negotiate the price down to a hundred and fifty dollars, and the guy promised to arrive within half an hour.
Taking advantage of the free time, Chou Ping went downstairs to the fast-food restaurant and ordered thirty burgers.
It would take some time for the thirty burgers to be ready, so Chou Ping didn't rush back. Instead, he waited for the bald youth downstairs.
He knew the bald youth, but the bald youth didn't recognize him. Chou Ping didn't want to run downstairs again in case the guy realized who he was.
After a short wait, a somewhat new Nissan pickup slowly approached. Finding a parking space, the bald youth got out of the truck and prepared to call Chou Ping.
"Hey! Buddy, I'm here. Are you here to fix my glass?" The bald youth, seeing Chou Ping waving at him with a bag of burgers, hung up his phone and greeted.
"That's right, it's me, sir. You bought so many burgers, there's no need to be so generous," replied the bald youth after sitting down on the sofa in the living room, still holding his head and muttering, "It's strange. Have I been here to fix glass before? This place feels familiar."
Chou Ping, with a hint of surprise, stopped chewing on his burger and said, "Hey, what did you just say? You feel familiar with this place?"
The bald youth hesitated and said, "Yes, I feel like I've been here, but I don't remember when."
Chou Ping squinted his eyes. In his memory, this seemed to be the second time someone had this strange feeling.
The first person who had a similar feeling was Mike. In the last cycle on Friday, Mike almost reveled every night, and every Saturday, Mike's call woke him up.
Several times, Mike was surprised to learn that Chou Ping was not alone. In the last cycle, Chou Ping also partied happily with Kailin.
However, the next morning, Kailin left. So, at that time, Chou Ping was alone. When Mike called, the first thing he asked was if Chou Ping was alone.
At that time, Chou Ping didn't pay much attention, thinking that Mike was just joking. But now, this bald youth who fixed the glass also had this strange feeling.
What was the connection between these instances? Could it be that each time during the cycle, he could have all the memories, while others, although they couldn't have the complete memories of the previous cycle, still had some subconscious memories?
Could it be related to the restart of the timeline? Chou Ping couldn't be sure for now. It might be his speculation, and there might be a slight connection. Still, he couldn't verify it.
This was indeed a headache-inducing problem! Chou Ping couldn't help but frown, unable to think of an answer.
"Hey, sir, I think I might be confused due to hunger. By the way, where are the burgers you bought? Can you give me one?" The bald youth said without any hesitation.
Chou Ping suddenly came to his senses, shook his head, and said, "No more, I've eaten them all."
After that, Chou Ping took out two hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the bald youth. "Here, take two hundred, no need to return any change. It should be enough for you to eat burgers, right?"
"Oh, my God, you're the most generous Chinese person I've ever seen. Thank you so much. Here's my business card. Feel free to contact me anytime you need this kind of service!" The bald youth exclaimed.
"Alright, you can go now!"
While taking the business card, Chou Ping pushed the bald youth towards the door. The bald youth was still enthusiastically talking, but in the end, he was pushed out of the door.
Bang!
The bald youth stood outside the door, his nose almost touching it. He awkwardly grinned, pursed his lips, and raised the two hundred-dollar bills in his hand.
"Alright, considering the money, I forgive you."
Inside the room, Chou Ping sat on the sofa, feeling more restless and anxious than ever since the ability to reset time became available. Just two days ago, he was an ordinary young man from China working in the United States with a green card.
But because of the ability to reset time, his life underwent a tremendous transformation.
He couldn't imagine what would happen if the secret of time resetting were discovered. What if he lost this ability? Chou Ping would surely regret it because even in this repetitive cycle, he could live a comfortable life.
There was no choice. The world was vast, and he had too many things he wanted to do.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Chou Ping decided not to mention the ability to reset time to others. He also tried to avoid contact with the same people in consecutive cycles.
Even if he had to interact with the same people, he would say different things and do different things.
Whether this strategy would work or not, he could only leave it to fate. After all, this ability came inexplicably, without an accompanying instruction manual. Even if any problems arose, no one would take responsibility.
As the saying goes, with great risk comes great opportunity, and he had to bear everything on his own.
Picking up his phone, Chou Ping hesitated for a moment and then put it down. Kailin had to be saved because he didn't know when the cycle would end, and the timeline would progress.
If he could be sure that this cycle wouldn't end, he might temporarily avoid saving her. But what if tomorrow night passed, and he could enter the next timeline?
In that case, Kailin would be a hundred percent dead, and Chou Ping didn't have the ability to go back and save someone.
So, in this cycle, every time the time reset, Chou Ping had to save Kailin, but using different methods each time.
Therefore, Chou Ping gave up the idea of calling Kailin to eat steak and then return to her company.
He felt that he shouldn't go to that steakhouse in these two days. If the customers in the steakhouse during that time period subconsciously remembered him, it would be a big problem.
But what about the middle-aged man whose airway was blocked by a bone? Would he die like this?
Although Chou Ping wasn't a saint, he wasn't a heartless person either.
If it were someone who had offended him, like Ram, Chou Ping would definitely be happy to see it happen. But the guy was quite friendly, and Chou Ping felt a bit reluctant to watch him die indifferently.