DaoistSGGKiH

Dear Bosstraatnese, my friends, and those who once lived on Bosstraat,
Twenty-five years ago, we navigated the alleys and woods of Hasselt and Diepenbeek with our broken English. Alongside foamy beers, hot wine and waffles, we debated European history, culture, politics, the future, music, and folklore, and created a series of inside jokes that still shine in my memory to this day.
Now, with the rapid advancement of new technologies, where neural implants rewrite human cognition and quantum tunneling blurs the world's boundaries, I'm crafting an adventure titled Adventure of Zhao—a vessel that preserves the DNA of our shared cross - cultural wonders.
The story is set in Huinan Town, Shanghai, in 2025. It tells the tale of Zhao Ming, an ordinary 48 years old clerk in his zodiac year. 
At seven o'clock on the eighth day of the first lunar month, while riding his electric bike to work, he suddenly noticed double - vision. Curiously, he discovered that these were glimpses of another world. Unable to resist his curiosity, he entered this parallel realm only to find it occupied by alien creatures even smaller than viruses. Humans were confined to tiny safe zones, at risk of infection with the slightest misstep. Once infected, they could only alleviate symptoms with herbal remedies, but the fate of becoming a puppet was irreversible. Fortunately, he found that the cola he carried could significantly relieve the infection symptoms. Even better, whenever he saw the double - vision again, he could return to his original world.
Thus, a miracle doctor emerged in the other world. His blue and red potions saved many lives. He actively established an impregnable stronghold in an abandoned town on the front line (a town in Los Angeles, USA), which became a reliable supply point for exploration teams from diverse ethnic and national backgrounds. Through trading with the exploration teams, he provided many affordable supplies for the civilians in the safe zone, earning universal praise.
Unbeknownst to all, cola syrup, AI technology, nuclear power batteries, robots, and other items were quietly delivered to the stronghold, becoming powerful weapons against the alien creatures.
The climax of this novel hinges on a fact we prove every day: Friction between cultures doesn't breed chaos but joy—the very energy that fueled our midnight laughs and loud talks in the Common Room in our twenties. Will you let your laughter be forever etched on this speculative tapestry?
I'm compiling my memories and adding my imagination—from the Nordic regions to Sicily, Italy—to fuel the narrative core. Let's use time - travel to create an all - powerful version of ourselves, for as my story will demonstrate, the most radical future is built upon a beloved past.
With nostalgia for Bosstraat,
Spencer
P.S. The draft includes a strange creature called the "Toad - mouthed Owl," which can speak in our idioms. When it declares, "Fxxkxx Bxxxx!", be ready to cringe/laugh!

Adventure of Zhao

At dawn on Sunday, Zhao Ming jolted awake from a nightmare, his heart racing. He hurried through his morning routine, the icy tap water shocking him fully alert. Years of bachelorhood had accustomed him to microwave meals, which he devoured swiftly.

Mounted on his electric bike, Zhao became a lone knight charging through silent streets. Like the "Snake" arcade game, he skillfully navigated intersections, exploiting the fleeting seconds between traffic light changes.

Soon, he arrived at Twin Dragons Building Materials Market. Amidst the overwhelming array of supplies, he zeroed in on affordable yet durable sealing strips and adhesives—his first line of defense. Additional purchases included heat-sealed cloth masks and industrial gloves, his "armor and weapons" for survival.

Laden with supplies, he rode toward his company compound. The weekend-quiet office building saw no protest from familiar security guard as he accessed the ground-floor restroom. After catching his breath, he began transporting materials to his sanctuary.

Week 1: Cleaning & Initial Sealing

The first week he focused on deep cleaning and basic fortification. Zhao meticulously inspected every corner of the villa's ground floor, mentally mapping renovation plans. In the south-facing bedroom—his future living hub—he battled dust motes dancing in sunbeams like drunken fairies. Three hours of vigorous sweeping and mopping left his collar soaked, his lower back protesting against his herniated disc.

By nightfall, he again shuttled between courier stations, hardware stores and the villa, hauling disinfectants, cleaners, and crates of coke—his "anti-virus vanguard." Working under dim light, he painstakingly sealed window gaps with adhesive strips, clumsy fingers forcing him to use screwdrivers as extensions.

Week 2: Ventilation System Installation

After negotiating remote work with his CEO under the pretext of "focusing on U.S. market cold calls"—a move that would later cost him his job—Zhao shifted operations upstairs.

At the 3m×4m rooftop terrace, he installed manual ventilation fans and air filter cotton frames. The whine of his dri became a battle hymn as he anchored components with acceptable precision.

Days three through five saw him reinforcing installations with steel wire, sealing kitchen windows, and erecting a plastic canopy over ventilation equipment. Each scar on his hands became a badge of perseverance.

The third week brought attic renovations and supply organization. Zhao transformed the cluttered loft into a meticulously categorized storage hub: tools upstairs, daily necessities in ground-floor compartments. He obsessively sealed every attic crevice, the symphony of drills and adhesive guns echoing his determination. A full-sanctuary disinfection followed—every surface scrubbed, every ventilation duct inspected. His spray bottle became a holy water sprinkler, banishing invisible threats.

The final week was a masterclass in precision. Zhao tested seals like a watchmaker, replacing filter cotton and simulating daily routines. Rainproof covers stood guard as he purged non-essentials, transforming the sanctuary into a minimalist fortress.

On the fifth day, his inspector-general scrutiny confirmed airtight seals and smooth airflow. The once-derelict villa now hummed with satisfied efficiency. As Zhao surveyed his creation, a rare smile surfaced—the grim satisfaction of a survivor ready to face oblivion on his own terms.

Chapter 4: Building the Sanctuary (II)