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Especially those who left Beijing became nothing more than figures living only in his Moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After marrying, at Song Ya’s insistence, he stopped contacting any female classmate from his past—even if they replied to his Moments, he pretended not to see them, because if Song Ya noticed, she’d inevitably scold and nag him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, he got used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from a few friends still in Beijing, his old friends had become nothing but memories of the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking back now, he realized he’d truly gone mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of hellish life had he endured these past three years? How could he have possibly tolerated it? Surely not because he loved Song Ya too much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun shook his head hard—no, absolutely not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must have been cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan was his college class president—beautiful, well-built, and academically outstanding, a campus celebrity. After graduation, she joined Alibaba through campus recruitment, and over the years, from her occasional Moments posts, he could tell she’d been promoted to P8, climbing one level per year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to her, Qin Yun, stuck in Beijing, had fallen behind in both experience and money. Yet he didn’t believe his professional skills were inferior to hers—in fact, having stayed on the front lines, he was certain his technical ability surpassed Su Huan’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in college, he and Su Huan had always gotten along well; for a while, their close collaboration on experiments even sparked rumors they were dating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither of them ever entertained such thoughts—he certainly didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, by his third year, he was already with Song Ya. Song Ya now aside, back in college she’d been stunningly beautiful and well-built; with a girlfriend like that, even if her personality had flaws, he hadn’t minded much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In matters of love, he was, politely speaking, loyal; bluntly put, he was stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he accepted every unreasonable demand Song Ya made, his eyes fixed only on her. After marriage, the daily grind of rice, oil, salt, and vinegar felt like a steel rod smashing into the back of his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the searing pain, all that remained was a mess of ruins and a shattered self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, he idly opened Su Huan’s Moments. The latest photo showed her posing with a newlywed couple—she stood in the center, the bride and groom on either side, both smiling, their eyes glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like she’s happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun scrolled through a few more posts and noticed Su Huan loved selfies—one in every three Moments featured her photo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she truly looked like a flower, she still hadn’t outgrown her college-era narcissism. A faint smile curled his lips as he unconsciously scrolled through her entire year of Moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was looking, his phone vibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exited Su Huan’s Moments and saw the message was from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going back to my cousin’s place for the return visit—don’t you dare sneak off early, or I won’t let you off easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun replied: “Relax. It’s just dinner—I can still afford it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Has Song Ya stopped cutting your allowance? I heard you now have to report every big expense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun wondered who had blabbed about his situation. He remembered complaining only a few times during gatherings with Shen Hu and a couple of other friends in Beijing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought a moment—since she’d find out eventually, he might as well not hide it, and he didn’t think it was shameful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m divorced!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in the backseat, Su Huan’s expression changed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun divorced? This...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She found a few classmates still in Beijing and sent a group message: “Do you know what happened to Qin Yun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Shen Hu replied: “Su Da Banzhang, you heard about Qin Yun’s divorce too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan quickly replied: “What happened? Tell me everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else could it be? You know Song Ya—total nightmare. But if you knew her family had four more just like her, you wouldn’t be surprised Qin Yun reached this point. Honestly, it’s not all bad—he’s been way more relaxed since the divorce. Before, at gatherings, I thought he was on the verge of depression.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Song Ya wasn’t in their class, she was from the same department. He’d had some contact with her, but little. From classmates’ usual comments, she was a spoiled, temperamental girl—no one understood how she’d bewitched Qin Yun so completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated, then sent Qin Yun a message: “So does that mean I have a chance now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun replied: “Σ(っ°Д°;)っ, is Alibaba that magical? You’ve turned into this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft, just comforting you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I knew it couldn’t be that good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old classmates’ playful banter quickly bridged the distance between them, their tone as casual as in college days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll send you a location—we’ll meet there at five, then talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After making plans, Qin Yun, with nothing else to do, turned on the TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He soon realized he was on TV—Hebei TV was broadcasting the morning’s three-car pileup on the Jingkun Expressway. Though his face was blurred, the blur was useless—no one could recognize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【...On September 2 at 10 a.m., a three-vehicle chain collision occurred on the G5 Jingkun Expressway. One vehicle caught fire after impact, creating a critical situation. At a crucial moment, a young man surnamed Qin stepped forward, single-handedly smashing the windows of the damaged vehicle and rescuing seven trapped individuals. Tragically, one person died despite efforts to save them. According to eyewitnesses and preliminary investigations by highway police, the accident’s cause...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【According to reporters from the police, the young man surnamed Qin’s courageous act, disregarding his own safety, will be rewarded by the municipal government. Our station will continue to follow up...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, there’s actually a reward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up his phone to check the rewards for heroic acts, expecting a few thousand yuan—mostly symbolic. To his surprise, rewards varied widely by region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Hebei, for cases of exceptional merit with major provincial impact, rewards ranged from 100,000 to 300,000 yuan; for major impact within the city, 50,000 to 100,000 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm... how would mine be classified?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun fell into thought. With today’s self-media, his story had already spread beyond Hebei. Was it now nationally significant? Could the reward exceed 300,000 yuan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head—he must be dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time slipped by, and by 4 p.m., Qin Yun followed the navigation to Su Huan’s destination. Perhaps considering his situation, she’d chosen a place less than three kilometers from his hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t bother driving—just strolled leisurely over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hengshui’s economy was modest, but it was a historic and cultural city, home to many ancient and modern luminaries—Dong Zhongshu, Kong Yingda, and modern figures like Lan Tianye, Zhang Guoli, and Ge You—all originally from Hengshui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Zhejiang, it was like Shaoxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking along the pedestrian street, he occasionally heard amusing local dialects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like: “Don’t suck your fingers, they’re dirty,” “Er Pa’er, give me some,” “Yelai ge...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zi tou” meant fingers—the local pronunciation confused the initial consonant; “Er Pa’er” meant “Er Pang’er,” with a softening tone; “Yelai ge” meant “yesterday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall, Hebei’s dialect was still close to Mandarin, unlike Zhejiang’s—where even Zhoushan’s dialect sounded like shouting, and Wenzhou’s? Forget it—ten li, ten different accents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you to fix your bike, but you wouldn’t listen—now look, it’s broken! What do we do now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What can I do if it breaks? It’s not my fault!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s your fault!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine, it’s my fault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun looked ahead—a man and woman were arguing beside a motorcycle. Clearly, the man couldn’t match the woman’s verbal force—he surrendered quickly. Qin Yun chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of meddling, but one glance at the motorcycle told him its condition was actually decent—despite its age, it shouldn’t have failed to start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over, turned the key, and immediately heard the carburetor’s “zzz” suction sound—but the exhaust pipe remained silent. He touched the vacuum hose’s path and instantly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey... what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman saw a stranger touching their motorcycle and grew annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man, still on the phone, turned around and glared, ready to shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does it struggle to start when cold, idle roughly, and stall when you open the throttle beyond one-third?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s eyes lit up: “Bro, you know what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh.” Qin Yun smiled. “No major issue—the vacuum hose has a crack. Replace it for under ten yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man looked at his phone and gestured for Qin Yun to wait while he finished the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello? How much to fix it? Five hundred? My bike’s worth less than that. Forget it, I won’t fix it. Goodbye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, the man rubbed his hands and turned to Qin Yun: “Bro, any way to start it now? I’ve got something urgent to do with my wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s your wife? Shameless,” the girl muttered, blushing but not denying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy. Got tape? If not, buy a roll from the shop across the street—takes less than two minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it, I’m going!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man dashed across. The girl curiously sized up Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Handsome guy, you’re from out of town?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun nodded. “Yeah, just traveling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I wouldn’t recommend the Jizhou Ancient City ruins—boring. But the Zhulin Temple ruins are worth seeing—the farmhouse’s firewood tofu banquet is really unique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the boy returned, holding a roll of tape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun took it, tightly wrapping three layers around the vacuum hose near the cylinder head, sealing the invisible crack. He turned the key—the engine roared to life, idling smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both the boy and girl stared in admiration, thanking him profusely. Had they not been in a hurry, they’d have dragged him to dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After bidding them farewell, Qin Yun arrived at Su Huan’s restaurant. Before he stepped inside, a commanding female voice called behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Yun!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to see a bright, elegant figure approaching—thick, jet-black hair, a light beige short-sleeve shirt, tight denim jeans accentuating long, straight, well-proportioned legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled. “Long time no see, Su Da Banzhang.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1677,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1d4a0cf995aadedab50f789b81adabc71c14fd13aa5ff76f30af091e0ec1b73a","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-17","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-15",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]