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MidReal Story
Reborn at Twelve
Scenario:我需要你生成一个活在2025年 负债累累的90后 重生到12岁的时候，再乡镇初中靠着前世记忆，以学霸姿势各种越级，而且初中毕业后就拥有了AI系统，能让自己在各种领域发挥到极致的思维。结局为开放式 ，中间需要穿插男主各种美艳的感情史。必须是爽文，且不低俗。 要求：生成长篇小说
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Jason Mitchell
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a millennial who reincarnates into his 12yearold self. He is ambitious, strategic, and determined. Jason struggles with debt in his previous life but finds new opportunities after reincarnation. He excels academically, leveraging his past knowledge to become a top student. He acquires an AI system that enhances his abilities, leading him to success in various fields. Jason navigates relationships with women like Sophia, Rachel, and Emily, balancing personal growth with romantic entanglements.
Emily Wilson
side_character, female. She is another romantic interest of Jason's from school days. She is beautiful, outgoing, and ambitious. Emily shares a brief romance with Jason but eventually decides to focus on her modeling career.
Rachel Thompson
side_character, female. She is a popular girl at school who catches Jason's attention. She is charming, confident, and flirtatious. Rachel develops feelings for Jason and becomes his girlfriend briefly before they part ways amicably. She later pursues a career in the entertainment industry.
I was a millennial, but I was struggling with my debt for years until I died and reincarnated into my 12yearold self.
It happened suddenly in 2025.
One second I was checking my mail regarding how much debt I still had, the next thing I knew was that I woke up inside my bedroom, but everything looked very old and outdated.
I looked at myself in the mirror and it turned out that I was now 12 years old, and it was 1995!
I decided to go to school the next day since I didn't want to miss any more years of education.
I went to Willow Creek Junior High School the next morning.
Everything seemed so familiar to me.
I went inside the classroom and sat down inside the classroom.
The teacher noticed that I was a stranger, so she came over to talk to me.
"Excuse me, who are you?" she asked.
"My name is Jason Mitchell. Is it possible for me to study here?"
I asked her.
"Okay, we don't have any issues with that. But first, we need to test your current knowledge. We will provide you an exam to see how much you really know," she said.
"Okay, that's fair enough."
The exam papers were handed out, and I scanned the questions.
It was déjà vu.
I had seen all of these questions before.
My pencil moved swiftly, filling in answers that seemed to flow from my mind as if by habit.
I turned in the completed test and walked back to my seat.
The teacher's eyebrows arched as she took the test from me.
She shuffled through the pages, her expression changing from skepticism to disbelief.
"Jason, this is remarkable," she said, her voice filled with admiration.
"You have an exceptional grasp of the material."
I nodded, suppressing a smile.
This was just the beginning.
After the test, I walked home, the sun setting behind the hills of Willow Creek.
My mind buzzed with plans.
I needed to help my family out of debt, and my knowledge was the key.
At dinner, I watched my parents exchange worried glances over bills.
I casually mentioned tutoring classmates for extra cash.
My father looked up, surprised but hopeful.
"That's a good idea, Jason," he said, nodding slowly.
This was just the beginning.
As I cleared the table, I resolved to start small.
Tomorrow, I'd offer math help to classmates who struggled.
It would be a long journey, but I was ready.
I was determined to rewrite my future.
The next day, I went to the library during lunch.
I was flipping through a math textbook when I noticed a folded note slipped between the pages.
Curiosity piqued, I unfolded it.
It was a puzzle, with cryptic symbols and numbers.
I spent the rest of the afternoon deciphering it, my mind racing with possibilities.
The solution led me to an old oak tree behind the school, where another note awaited.
It invited me to join a secret society, promising rewards for solving puzzles and challenges.
Intrigued, I decided to give it a shot.
That evening, as I walked home from school, I approached Sophia.
She was sitting on the bench outside her house, reading a book.
"Hey," I said, sitting down beside her.
"What's up?"
"Hey," she replied, closing her book.
"Just enjoying the evening."
"I have something to ask you," I said, pulling out the note from my backpack.
"I found this in the library today. It's a puzzle."
Sophia took the note and examined it carefully.
Her eyes widened as she read through it.
"This is incredible," she said.
"It's an invitation to join a secret society. They're offering rewards for solving puzzles and challenges."
"I know," I replied.
"I've already solved the first one. It led me to an old oak tree behind the school."
Sophia looked at me intently.
"Are you going to do it?" she asked. "I'm considering it," I replied.
"But I could use your help. You're really good at math and puzzles. Would you be willing to work together?"
Sophia nodded enthusiastically.
"Absolutely," she said.
"Let's do it."
We spent the rest of the evening going over the details of the challenge and making plans for how we would approach it.
The next day, we set out early to find the next puzzle.
It wasn't easy - we had to search high and low for clues - but eventually we found it hidden in plain sight on a street sign.
It was another cryptic message, but Sophia was able to decipher it quickly.
The solution led us to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.
"Are you sure about this, Jason?" Sophia asked, her voice tinged with both excitement and caution.
"Absolutely," I replied, determination in my eyes. "This could be the breakthrough we need."
Sophia hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, let's see what secrets this place holds."
As we approached the warehouse, the fading light of day cast long shadows across its imposing structure.
Sophia and I exchanged a determined glance before stepping inside.
The air was thick with dust, and the floorboards creaked beneath our feet as we moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors.
Our eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any hidden clues that might lead us to the next puzzle.
Suddenly, Sophia's hand found mine, her grip firm and reassuring.
The unexpected touch sent a jolt through me, but I focused on the task at hand.
We continued to explore the warehouse until we reached a door marked with a cryptic symbol.
Inside, we found a map that promised to change everything.
As we examined the map, a sudden noise echoed through the warehouse, freezing us in place.
Sophia's grip on my hand tightened, and we exchanged a tense glance.
We weren't alone.
The sound of footsteps grew louder, echoing off the walls as they approached.
My heart raced with anticipation and fear.
I quickly folded the map and tucked it into my jacket.
We needed to leave, but curiosity burned within me.
Who else was after this secret?
I motioned for Sophia to follow me, and we moved stealthily towards the exit.
We avoided creaky floorboards and dodged shadows, our senses heightened as we navigated the warehouse.
Finally, we reached the back door and paused for a moment, listening for any signs of pursuit.
"Did you hear that?" Sophia whispered, her eyes wide with alarm.
"Yeah," I replied, straining to catch any other sounds. "We need to get out of here before they find us."
Sophia nodded, her voice barely audible. "But what if they know more about the map than we do?"
As we slipped out of the warehouse, the cool night air enveloped us.
Sophia's gaze met mine, both of us knowing we had to return to uncover more.
The map weighed heavily in my jacket pocket, its secrets calling to me.
We decided to regroup at my house, where we could examine it safely.
Once home, I spread the map across my desk under the dim lamp light.
Sophia leaned in close, her eyes scanning the intricate details.
We traced lines and symbols, piecing together a path that seemed to lead deeper into town.
Determined to follow the trail, I suggested we head back to the warehouse tomorrow at dawn.
Sophia nodded, her determination mirroring mine.
The next morning, I woke early, my mind buzzing with the possibilities hidden within the map.
Sophia arrived shortly after, her eyes bright with anticipation.
We spread the map across my desk once more, tracing the path with our fingers.
As we pondered our next move, my mother called from downstairs, asking for our help in cleaning out the attic.
Reluctantly, we agreed to assist, hoping to finish quickly and return to our investigation.
Up in the attic, dust filled the air as we sorted through boxes and forgotten trinkets.
I stumbled upon an old leather-bound diary, tucked away beneath a pile of forgotten treasures.
As I dusted it off, Sophia's gaze fell upon something glinting in the corner.
She reached out, pulling a small, ornate key from beneath a pile of forgotten trinkets.
"Look at this," she whispered, holding it up to the light.
The intricate design matched the lock symbol on our map perfectly.
My heart skipped a beat as we realized its significance.
The key was our next step in unraveling the mystery.
We exchanged a glance filled with excitement and urgency, tucking the key safely away as we finished cleaning.
"Sophia, do you think this key will actually open something important?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief and hope.
She nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. "It has to; it's the missing piece we've been searching for."
"Then we need to find the lock it belongs to," I replied, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.
