[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-963":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2280513,4460,"Chapter 963","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-963",963,"\u003Cp>The girl was no one else but Jian Yue. Because Jian Minglang had long pushed for an arranged marriage, she was furious and hadn’t returned home for three years. So this time, she took a long leave, planning to rejoin her unit after National Day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winning bottle of cola was bought that day, the first of the month, when she drove Gu Minglan and Su Su to the airport; it was hot, so on her way back she stopped at a roadside convenience store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t actually like drinking cola, but she bought a whole case to support her sister-in-law’s principles—yet she only drank one bottle, leaving the rest untouched in her car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This noon, Jian Mingfan came running over with a newspaper and a plastic bag full of bottle caps, claiming he wanted to share his joy of winning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two lay on the floor, comparing bottle caps for over half an hour; the joy vanished, replaced only by Jian Mingfan’s frustrated curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Jian Yue suddenly remembered the case of Very Cola in her car, ran out, brought it back in, and was met with Jian Mingfan’s sneers and mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bought so many and didn’t win a thing—do you really think this one case will win? Dream on.” But the first bottle he opened was the second prize: a motorcycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were all, fine—but inside this case of Very Cola, there wasn’t just one second prize; there was also a refrigerator, two electric fans, and a bicycle. It nearly drove him mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue had become the King of Luck, jumping and cheering with excitement, running upstairs to change clothes, grabbing the second-prize bottle cap, and rushing out to take a taxi to Ditan to claim her prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the refrigerator, the fans, and the bicycle—give them to Xiao Fanzi. If not for this kid’s bragging, she’d have forgotten the whole thing. By the time the promotion ended, she might never have remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl handling photography said, “Let’s take a picture.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue waved her hand coolly; whether as a family member or a soldier, she always guarded her conduct, especially in public places—she would never allow herself to be photographed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl paused, surprised by the refusal, but didn’t press.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just thought this girl was incredibly cool—not only beautiful, but with real presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a staff member approached with the motorcycle paperwork: “Comrade, please fill out the details.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the staff member’s guidance, Jian Yue completed the form and signed her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Congratulations!” The staff member handed Jian Yue the paperwork and the keys: “The first motorcycle over there has its tank full—just ride away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue took the keys and paperwork, walked to the first motorcycle, inserted the key, turned it, then swung her long leg over, expertly flicked the starter lever with her toe, and stomped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The engine roared to life; she engaged the clutch, shifted gears, and gave throttle—the motorcycle roared, its rear tire screeching against the pavement, releasing a smell of burning rubber into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, the tire carved a sharp arc on the ground, emitting a piercing shriek; after a flawless drift, the front wheel lifted violently, and the motorcycle shot forward, vanishing quickly around the corner ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone watching stood stunned; the smell of gasoline and the high-temperature burn of rubber hadn’t even faded when she was already gone—it was too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So cool!” muttered the photographer girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue rode the motorcycle, cruising leisurely through Dongcheng, not returning home until past four in the afternoon. By then, Jian Mingfan was gone—and with him, the four winning bottle caps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, not coming home for three years, finally take a long leave, and you’re out every day, never home—what’s the point of coming back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue’s mother, Guan Yunmei, stepped out of the kitchen holding a dish, scolding her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue tossed her sunglasses onto the coffee table, then flung herself back onto the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You both work every day—what am I supposed to do sitting alone at home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about evenings?” Guan Yunmei said. “You’ve been back nearly a month—how many dinners have you had at home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t I having dinner now?” Jian Yue, aware she was in the wrong, sat up on the sofa. “Mom, I’ve got good news.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What good news could you possibly have?” Guan Yunmei snorted, turning back to the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue followed her in with the motorcycle paperwork. “I won a motorcycle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei scoffed. “You? Lucky? You bought it yourself and are just pretending you won it to avoid my scolding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue waved the paperwork in front of Guan Yunmei’s face. “Look at this—Suzuki King, imported, cost nearly thirty thousand. Even if I broke every bone in my body, I couldn’t afford that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When prizes were being set, Wu Huilin and the group’s leadership had planned to use domestic motorcycles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since the first prize was a Santana, using a domestic motorcycle for second prize would look too stingy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after discussion, they decided to import one, then asked many young employees what kind of motorcycle they preferred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Suzuki King emerged as the top choice—but the price was indeed steep, and no one expected to negotiate discounts from the Japanese.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, after import, the taxes weren’t small either. For example, even if someone won a Santana, the taxes alone were beyond what most could afford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after further discussion, Xuri Sheng agreed to cover the taxes for first and second prizes. Since they were running a promotion, they’d fully pass the savings on to consumers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei snatched the paperwork and studied it closely. “Really won? I never heard there was a lottery here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue grinned. “I won it drinking Very Cola.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei suddenly remembered—earlier that noon, many people from her unit had been holding Very Cola bottle caps, comparing them to numbers on newspapers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d even said then: “This is just corporate marketing—total scams. Why would they ever let you win? Cars and motorcycles? Dream on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d said that at noon—and now, at night, her own daughter claimed to have won a motorcycle. Still, she found it hard to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A thirty-thousand-yuan motorcycle? Really given to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue pointed out the window. “It’s parked downstairs. Here are the keys—go check if you don’t believe me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei didn’t go. At this point, she chose to believe her daughter—though inside, she was thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daughter, you don’t come home often, and your father and I don’t know how to ride motorcycles—sell it. Save the money for your dowry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty thousand yuan was no small sum for their family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No selling!” Jian Yue rolled her eyes and walked out of the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!” Guan Yunmei chased after her. “You’re never home—why leave the motorcycle outside gathering dust?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not selling it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue flung herself back onto the sofa and turned on the TV with the remote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, I bought a whole case of Very Cola—not just one motorcycle. There’s also a refrigerator, two fans, and a bicycle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won all that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yunmei plopped down beside her daughter, her smile as bright as midday sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s the refrigerator? Hasn’t it been delivered yet? I’ve been wanting to replace our old one for ages.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1218,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2886163ed9f7cc165bbae19e8894d082144b9aff39e923508bf434eb03093ab6","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-964","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-962",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]