Chapter 496: Xiao Ping'an's Modern Adventure

One day in 2022, a young man lying on the floor opened his eyes in confusion.

"Where am I?"

Xiao Ping'an was completely bewildered; he only remembered cleaning the Ancestral Hall, then slipping and falling from the rafters, after which everything went black and he lost consciousness.

"Ah!"

Xiao Ping'an let out a miserable shriek, followed by a rush of unfamiliar memories flooding his mind; when he regained his senses, he simply couldn't believe it.

"I've come to more than seventy years later?"

He then began to survey his surroundings: the bright floor, the walls, the massive floor-to-ceiling balcony window, the soft and comfortable sofa—everything exuded a modern atmosphere.

He looked at himself: broad palms, thick arms, and muscular pecs.

This was the result of the original owner's years of home workouts, and after being baptized by an electric shock, his entire body was exceptionally lean and tough.

Xiao Ping'an hurriedly got up to look for a mirror, but standing up made him see stars; after resting for a moment, he followed the memories in his mind to find the washbasin.

"Still pretty handsome, too bad I'm a broke loser," Xiao Ping'an said subconsciously.

Thinking of the mountain of debt the original owner still had, he immediately got a headache; in his past life, he hadn't even reached adulthood, so he wasn't quite used to being grown up all of a sudden.

Although he had the memories of the modern Zhang Ping'an, his core was not the same person after all; fortunately, the original owner lived alone, and the down payment for this house had been provided by his parents.

He had paid for the renovations himself and was also paying off the mortgage, and it was precisely because of this house that he was riddled with debt.

On top of that, he had been investing on Huobi in previous years; at his peak, he had over two hundred Ethereum coins, but unfortunately, he lacked foresight and sold them off at the lowest point, only for them to skyrocket afterward—he regretted it so much his guts turned green.

Every time he thought of this, the original owner had the illusion that heaven was not favoring him, and the scattered investments he made afterward all went down the drain as well.

Xiao Ping'an quickly digested everything in the memories; the original owner's thirty-plus years could be called a synonym for failure.

"Sigh, what is all this? Damn, he was even a lovesick fool."

Aside from dating in college and having had intimate exchanges, the original owner had gone his separate ways after graduation, and after starting work, he only had casual hookups without investing any more emotion.

Xiao Ping'an browsed the memories; it was both stimulating and embarrassing. Although his generation was precocious, they hadn't truly experienced such baptisms yet.

"Pah, modern people have so many tricks."

Xiao Ping'an picked up his phone and adapted bit by bit; fortunately, no one disturbed him, and after half a month of effort, Xiao Ping'an was now someone who had been baptized by short videos.

"Fold a paper crane, send a red ribbon, kind people have good luck every day..."

The original owner's phone rang, though this was something Xiao Ping'an had set himself; he still thought this song sounded good.

"Hello? Jianjian, what's up?"

"Let's go, let's go stretch our muscles tonight. I heard a few highly skilled foot massage masters came to the parlor, let's go pay them a visit."

"..."

Now that the lockdown had only been lifted for a short while, this foot-massage-loving friend of the original owner couldn't wait to invite him to join the feast.

"Cough, this, I..."

"Don't 'this' and 'that' me, it's my treat."

"Okay," Xiao Ping'an said subconsciously.

"Damn, I knew it. It's settled then, eight o'clock tonight, don't be late."

"Mm, okay."

Xiao Ping'an felt quite embarrassed; this was entirely the original owner's doing, and it had nothing to do with him, a person who was still just a child.

Although there were scenes of foot massages in his memories, Xiao Ping'an still quickly searched for "how to pretend to be a regular at a bathhouse"...

At eight o'clock in the evening, Xiao Ping'an tidied himself up; although his clothes were cheap, on his 1.83-meter frame—a walking clothes hanger—he still looked quite decent.

Riding his little e-bike to the agreed location, his good brother was already waiting at the entrance.

Wu Jian was true to his name; any words would be colored by his delivery if repeated in his mouth.

He was also a "skinny dog," only a little shorter than the original owner but very thin, weighing at most 120 or 130 jin.

"Damn, how did your pecs get even bigger?"

Wu Jian looked envious; the two of them had gone to the gym for two years back in 2017, but this guy was too lazy and the number of times he went could be counted on one hand.

As for him, he went whenever he had time and got familiar with some fitness coaches, who taught him some techniques for exerting force; combined with his consistent training later on, he slowly developed his current physique.

Of course, he also had the fortune of sparring with female coaches; let's just say, those who have worked out or practiced yoga are really something else.

"Just by working out."

It was already winter, and the two entered the changing room, stripping off their thick polyester cotton jackets, occasionally accompanied by the crackle of static electricity.

"Hehe, brother, today was booked by me in advance; whether you can take one home depends on yourself," Wu Jian said with a lecherous smile.

"Psh, once I flash these big pecs, won't it be easy pickings?"

Xiao Ping'an spoke lightly, but in his heart, he was panicking; he had truly never experienced this kind of scene before.

Just as they entered, the greeter standing at the door had very dazzling, fair thighs, and her cheongsam was slit almost to her chest, which made him feel slightly awkward.

"Alright then, the usual, foot massage first."

Inside a private room, there were two beds and ambiguous warm lighting; two technicians wearing cheongsams were massaging and relaxing the two men.

"Little brother, relax. First time here? I know you're a big muscle man, no need to keep tensed up."

"..."

Xiao Ping'an was completely nervous and embarrassed; every time the technician's soft little hands brushed over a spot, he would subconsciously tense his body.

"Hahaha, him? First time? Sister, he's an old hand, don't let him fool you."

"Cough, haven't had a massage in a long time, a bit unaccustomed for a moment," Xiao Ping'an said awkwardly.

But the technicians' eyes were like torches; they knew whether it was someone's first time as soon as they touched them, and Xiao Ping'an's performance was clearly that of a novice.

However, this only piqued her interest, and she couldn't help but tease him, flirting from time to time, which instead made Zhang Ping'an even more embarrassed and his internal Qi and blood even more restless.

"Pah, little brother isn't being honest," the female technician Xiao Qing hadn't expected Zhang Ping'an to be so unable to handle teasing.

"Brother, you're really starving. Xiao Rou, let's go to another room."

"Alright."

"Hey, Jianjian..."

Wu Jian ignored him, simply leaving behind a mischievous smile as he took the technician and went out.

"Um, is the time up? I'll head back first," Zhang Ping'an said, feeling increasingly restless after the two had left.

"Not yet, what's the rush, little brother?" Xiao Qing gave him a charming look.

She was clearly a veteran of a hundred battles, licking her lips, but to Xiao Ping'an, she looked more like the snake demon Xiao Qing at this moment.

"Need medicine, huh?"

"..."

In the end, nothing happened between the two of them...

"Hiss~" Zhang Ping'an could only gasp in a breath of cold air.

"Little brother, this is big sister's business card. If you want to in the future, you can come find big sister. I'll even give you a red envelope."

Xiao Ping'an's clumsy performance just now made Xiao Qing even more certain that he was a little fledgling, but since Zhang Ping'an was young, handsome, and had a good build, she didn't mind giving him a red envelope.

In the clubhouse lobby, Xiao Ping'an was like a sage, unmoved by the receptionist's flirting, waiting for Wu Jian in boredom.

"Yo, so fast today?"

"I feel like we shouldn't keep wasting our lives like this. There are many other beautiful things, and also... *ahem*, let's go."

Xiao Ping'an saw that everyone was looking at him with strange expressions; even if his skin were thick enough, he wouldn't be able to handle it.