Dreaming Back to the 90s to Help My Dad Chase Away Rivals (BL)

Chapter 6: Narrow Paths Between Enemies

Translator: dapotaturs

Release Date: 03/18/2024

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Chapter 6: Narrow Paths Between Enemies

Ning Xiaobei woke up, pleasantly surprised to find himself still in the year 1996.

It seemed that sleep didn't trigger the transition between the two worlds; the sleeping pills for "that world" turned out to be a wasted purchase.

After spending two days in the hospital and undergoing a comprehensive medical examination, the doctor confirmed that Ning Xiaobei had fully recovered his health and finally approved his discharge.

During these two days, Ning Xiaobei became completely accustomed to his identity as a primary school student and gradually remembered the names of his long-lost neighbors and classmates.

Ning Xiaobei vaguely felt like a 30-year-old "old ghost" lurking in the body of a child, experiencing a strange sense of pleasure.

He began to understand the mentality of those old folks in future internet novels who underwent "rebirth through possession"; the feeling of controlling the future direction of the world was simply too good.

"Dad, aren't we going home?" Sitting on the crossbar of the bicycle, Ning Xiaobei lifted his head and looked at Ning Jianguo's stubbled chin, curiously asking.

"Let's eat first, and then we'll go home. I'll take you to have a good meal first to dispel any bad luck." Ning Jianguo had both hands on the handlebars, happily bumping his son's head with his chin.

"Today, let's splurge a bit and go to 'Xiao Shaoxing' for three yellow chickens. Your grandmother has already gone home by herself. After we finish the meal, we'll take Grandma back home, and then I'll take you to our factory to take a refreshing hot bath."

Stone-gate old houses didn't have bathrooms, so when the Ning family needed to bathe, they would heat water and pour it into a large wooden tub. Then they would close the doors and windows between the front and back rooms and bathe in the living room. The old house was made of wood and was drafty, making it easy to catch a cold.

Fortunately, the shoe factory where Ning Jianguo worked had a large bathhouse, so both Xiaobei and his grandmother could enjoy the benefits provided to employees' families and take a bath there.

In the summer, things were much simpler.

Like all the men in the alley, father and son stood at the doorway in their shorts. They would lather soap on their heads and bodies to create foam, then rinse each other off with a hose, considering their bath done.

On hot evenings, this scene played out in every alley in Shanghai. Men bathed on their own, paying no mind to neighbors passing by, whether they were young girls or old ladies, who were accustomed to such sights and didn't spare them a glance.

"The doctor said you can't catch a chill with your condition. Starting today, Dad will take you to the factory to bathe every day. We won't be taking cold showers anymore."

After dinner, Ning Jianguo placed the towels and soap needed for bathing in the basket of the bicycle and pedaled toward the shoe factory with Ning Xiaobei.

This time, Ning Xiaobei couldn't sit on the crossbar and had to sit on the rear rack of the bike instead.

On the way back from the hospital, he felt like his buttocks were going to split into four pieces. It was truly unbearable, and he wondered how his younger self endured it.