Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know how he survived.

This night of continuous classes almost didn't exhaust him.

What is the seedling to grow, swallowing dates...... He had never felt that he had such a deep understanding of idioms.

【Reward Distribution】

Cheng Qiao reached out and touched his head in a daze, and the memory of "Autumn River" in his mind had begun to blur a little.

Open.

The ceiling is familiar, isn't this a bedroom that I've lived in for a year or two!!

Cheng Qiao swallowed his saliva, propped up the bed board and looked back, only to see that the bed under him was creaking as always.

It's still a familiar sound, it's still a familiar taste, as if it's just a big dream since yesterday afternoon.

"Brother dog, what are you still grinding in bed? Hurry up, today's first class is Xu Jun's class! Do you dare to be late for his class?"

？？？

Xu Jun's class!

As soon as Cheng Qiao heard the name Xu Jun, his mind immediately cleared up, and he didn't care about continuing to doubt his life, so he hurriedly sat up and put on his clothes, washed up as fast as he could, wiped his face indiscriminately, grabbed the book on the table and rushed out of the dormitory with the pace of Lin Xi, who was in the same class in the dormitory.

Xu Jun is known as the hegemon of the Electric Academy, and his reputation is shocking Kyushu, as long as he is a member of Telecom, he will inevitably hear of his prestige.

To this day, the story of being late for a course of self-control theory is still being sung in the mouths of the seniors of electrical engineering.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

He glanced at his phone as he just went out.

7:49.

For a full eleven minutes, it's hard not to be late!

If it's another class, it's okay to say, and it's not a big problem to go in after the bell rings.

The problem is, this lesson is the principle of self-control!

Cheng Qiao felt that his heart was cold, colder than the temperature of minus ten degrees, and his running legs were almost unconscious.

……

"Ding—"

Cheng Qiaoyi sat on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

He ran out of breath and finally entered the classroom a second before the bell rang.

Luckily I wasn't late.

He sat close to the heater, his back against the chair, and the heat of the heat spread little by little, warming his body little by little.

Without the support of the belief that he couldn't be late, Cheng Qiao's whole person relaxed. Only then did he realize that his calves were sore and swollen, and it hurt to move a little.

It's exactly the same as not being able to get out of bed the next day after exercising too much.

Overexercising?

As an otaku, he won't move if he can't move on weekdays. After his junior year without physical education classes, his house became even more intense, and the word overexercise was a joke for him.

Would someone who would rather starve to death than go out of the dormitory would exercise excessively?

Are you kidding!

In this year, he has no exercise record at all, except for running a few steps late in the morning, and he has the dreamy dream of last night.

Wait a minute..... Dream?

Cheng Qiaoyi then remembered that he seemed to be bound to some strange cheating system in a daze.

【…… It's a dream system. 】

Oh, yes.

It's a dream system......

？？？

Wrong!

What is the strange sound?

So it's really tied to a system!?

As the successor of the new era, Cheng Qiaoyi has loved all kinds of novels since he was a child.

This kind of thing is common in novels, but he never thought that he would have such a golden finger one day.

…… And this gold finger seems to be a bit off.

[Since you are a dream system, then you should realize my dream...... Why did you ask me to learn Peking Opera?]

Cheng Qiaoyi asked in a low voice in his heart, he didn't know if the system could hear his voice.

[According to the big data survey, Mr. Cheng, you should be crazy about opera, and it is your dream to become a master of opera. 】

Cheng Qiaoyi: ???

[My dream is to become a salted fish that eats and waits for death]

【…… Dare I ask sir, what is your full name?]

[Cheng Qiaoyi. 】

[Then, who are you Mr. Cheng Qingtong?]

Cheng Qiaoyi obviously felt that the sound of the system was weakened by one degree.

[Cheng Qingtong is my father, don't say it...... The person you wanted to bind to in the first place was actually him?]

[Our target is indeed Mr. Cheng Qingtong...... According to the feedback of cosmic big data, Mr. Cheng Qingtong should be a young man in his twenties...... We are the host that we bind based on the data. 】

？？？

I'm afraid it's not big data decades ago.

Cheng Qiaoyi cautiously asked his own question in his heart.

[Then dare to ask when did you receive your big data feedback?]

[Before we go. 】

【When did you leave?】

[I don't know very well, I remember that I seemed to have seen a piece of news at the time, talking about Xu Yi's farewell performance. 】

Xu Yi.

Cheng Qiao a support.

He had seen this name in the history books, he was a master of opera in China, and the story of him who would rather die than sing with traitors in the face of national disasters touched countless people.

Anyway, when Cheng Qiao was born, he had been dead for more than ten or twenty years.

[Then do you know that Mr. Xu, he has been dead for decades?]

The system listened to Cheng Qiaoyi's words and fell into deep thought, obviously not expecting this situation.

【…… Do you want to practice opera with me?"

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

[Opera is actually very good, really, I don't lie to you. 】

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

[Although I accidentally bound to the wrong host, my heart for opera is true. 】

"I know you're sincere. 】

Cheng Qiaoyi took a deep breath and swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva.

[I don't like opera at all, it's too late for you to untie me to bind my dad now. 】

[I want to too, but I only have one chance to bind, and I can't bind anyone else if I've already bound you.] 】

The system speaks with a crying voice.

[This is the first time I've brought a host, and I don't know if these things will happen, my dad lied to me that it's very easy to bring a host. 】

【…… Oh, so the system has a dad too. 】

Cheng Qiaoyi keenly found the key point from the system's words.

【……】

[!! where is the point!!]

Cheng Qiaoyi obviously felt the unwillingness of the system, but ......

[That's not the point, what is the point.] 】

[Can't you take pity on me, let's go to learn opera together and reach the pinnacle of life? I'm still a small system. 】

[Then you can't pity me, I'm still a child.] 】

【……】

[Can you get face...... No, I mean, I can feel that you don't hate Peking Opera at all, and you even like it a little. 】

[Who says I like Peking Opera? I don't like it at all!]

[I just read your memory...... Didn't you dislike Peking Opera because your parents left you at home when they sang opera when you were a child, and you hated Peking Opera because you hated being alone?

Cheng Qiaoyi: !!

[Who let you peek at my memory!]

The system felt that it was also aggrieved.

[Memories are shared between you and me, not peeked at me. 】