Everything around me is so familiar, some years of hardened cement roads, only bare branches of the trees on both sides, the campus is cold and windy, the security guards at the door are hiding in the guard room and can't come out, and the big quartz clock on the office building in the distance is still working, taking away the years I miss the most. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Sending Lin Yuchun back to the girls' dormitory, Zhang Yu turned around and returned to the boys' dormitory, although he had forgotten his dormitory number, Zhang Yu clearly remembered that it was the second dormitory on the fourth floor on the left hand side of the stairs, when he pushed the door and walked in, a smell that belonged to the school's boys' dormitory came to his face, and there was a pair of gray tennis shoes near the left side of the door, on which was a pair of socks that emitted a special smell, which was the source of pollution.

The dormitory of Pingyang No. 1 Middle School is an eight-person system, Zhang Yu's position is in the lower bunk on the right hand side of the door, ten years, Zhang Yu has almost forgotten the names of these roommates who have lost most of them, only remember that the guy on the upper bunk is called Zhou Zizhuo, is Zhang Yu's tablemate and friend, a senior net worm, trapped in the quagmire of online games and unable to extricate himself, the second year of high school transferred to the nearby second middle school, the empty bed opposite is called Sun Zhen, the sophomore year of high school and Zhang Yu entered the ordinary class together, like to play football, do not like to wash feet, is the source of pollution in the 409 dormitory.

The guy above Sun Zhen is called Cao Yan, the most clever one in the 409 dormitory, and he laughs like a monkey, and the names of the others have become blurred in Zhang Yu's memory.

Cao Yan was the only one in the dormitory, "I'm back, Zhang Yu." Cao Yan's smile is more profound in Zhang Yu's memory.

"Yes. Zhang Yu responded lightly, looked at the conspicuous socks on the pair of sneakers at the door, and the quilt sheets rolled up on the bed opposite, this is the high school dormitory where he once lived, everything is so familiar, even the smell of stinky feet that he hated in his previous life is so kind.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Yu stared at the bed board on the upper bunk in a daze, combing the memories in his mind, half a year ago, his father gritted his teeth and paid a high loan fee of more than 7,000 yuan to send himself to a middle school, Zhang Yu was also competitive, the midterm exam score was in the top 20 of the ninth class, and the final exam score soared to 11, which was the best performance in Zhang Yu's memory of three years of high school, although Zhang Yu had already begun to fall at that time.

The teaching building of Pingyang No. 1 Middle School is hollow-shaped, and the three teaching buildings are connected by a long corridor, the No. 3 Zhiyuan Building is the home of the third grade of high school, equipped with air conditioning and multimedia equipment, and is nicknamed the Noble Building, and the No. 1 Zhiren Building where Zhang Yu is located and the No. 2 Zhixin Building where the second department of high school is located are jokingly called the Poor Building.

Although ten years have passed, Zhang Yu has not forgotten his seat number like the protagonist in the novel he has read, the fourth row against the wall in the north, the position outside is Zhou Zizhuo's, looking at the familiar red long table, Zhang Yu remembered the absurd days when he fought wits and courage with the teacher, played the legend of Sword and Fairy with his former electronic dictionary at the same table, and helped Zhou Zizhuo, who was sleeping, to avoid the absurd days when the teacher checked the class.

Sitting in his seat, looking at the familiar Chinese textbook in front of him, Zhang Yu had no impression of the Chinese content in high school.

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River went north, and the orange island was headed.

Look at the red mountains all over, the layers of forests are dyed, the rivers are clear, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream.

……

These verses, which had disappeared in Zhang Yu's memory, suddenly became clear, as if they had been engraved in Zhang Yu's mind, and Zhang Yu found that his somewhat stupid head suddenly became smarter.

This Qin Yuanchun is like a fuse, detonating Zhang Yu's memory, and many things that he has seen before have erupted from the deepest part of his mind and are deeply imprinted in Zhang Yu's memory.

After being reborn, Zhang Yu did not intend to live a mediocre life like in his previous life, four years of college, Zhang Yu was just an ordinary college student, he had never entered the student union, club, or even the choir, nor had he achieved any proud honors.

The experience of ten years of hard work in later generations told Zhang Yu a simple but cruel reality: money is not everything, but it is impossible to leave money.

Zhang Yu desperately wants to take off the hat of poverty on his head, but in more than 20 years of life, Zhang Yu is just a slightly stronger otaku, and he can't ride the wave of the economic tide like the protagonists in those urban novels, go against the trend, create the Tongtian Empire, turn his hands into clouds, and cover his hands for rain, if Zhang Yu has any skills that can be used, that is, he has made some progress in online literature, and he worked part-time on a literary website in his spare time in college, earning part of his tuition, and has written three novels that are not famous, and gets a small manuscript fee。

Wait, it's 2005, most of the famous gods in later generations have not yet been revealed, those famous online novels have not yet been published, and the current online literature world is not as competitive as in later generations, so wouldn't you have the opportunity to become a fantasy online god, just like that, publish those famous novels in the previous life on the website, get the first pot of gold, let your parents live better, and then rely on your understanding of the development of later generations, slowly Tuzhi, although it may not be as invincible as those business tycoons in the previous life, but it can also be a little rich and peaceful。

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu's body trembled slightly, the god of online literature, what a distant word this is, but it is the direction that Zhang Yu has been working hard in his previous life.

The preparatory bell finally rang, Zhou Zizhuo rushed back from outside panting, Zhang Yu looked at the young man sitting next to him, messy hair, black face, dark yellow skin, many days of all-night, but the two puffy eyes were shining, and he had not yet broken free from the excitement of breaking through the copy.

In my memory, Zhou Zizhuo began to play the game of Fantasy Journey to the West when he was in junior high school, and formed a small team with several students in classes 9 and 10, and on the eve of Zhang Yu's rebirth, he also played the popular League of Legends with Zhou Zizhuo, at that time Zhou Zizhuo was already a diamond-level god, and he was just a silver rookie.

Although Zhang Yu also used to brush up on those copies whose names he had forgotten in Internet cafes with Zhou Zizhuo, he was not interested in the once popular online games such as Legend and Fantasy Journey to the West, and then gradually became obsessed with online novels and went further and further.

Many of the boys in the class are enthusiastically discussing the copy in the game, and the official website has launched the latest event, which acquaintance is on the leaderboard, showing off what kind of good baby he has swiped, what good equipment he has exploded, and accepting a few apprentices, and some students have a small torn novel in their hands, which is "Bad Guys" that has become popular among their group of teenagers , Seeing the small number of villains in Zhou Zizhuo's hands, Zhang Yu remembered the days when he was once obsessed with this novel, sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers were full of blood, villains are the pinnacle of underworld novels, and that kind of blood-boiling feeling is exactly what this group of teenagers need, and this is also the charm of the novel.

The warm atmosphere in the classroom finally ended at the moment when the door was pushed open, Zhou Zizhuo, who was next to Zhang Yu, covered a physics textbook on top of the novel, and looked up, a tall man with long hair and a black suit walked in from the outside, it was Xu Zhengchun, the head teacher of Class 9, a man who belonged to one person and two faces in the eyes of Class 9 students, including Zhang Yu.

Xu Zhengchun is Zhang Yu's homeroom teacher in the first year of high school and the physics teacher in the second year of high school, but it is a completely different performance, the seriousness and old-fashioned in the first year of high school, and the mildness in the second year of high school, especially for girls, also let his students award him the title of pervert Xu.

Zhang Yu doesn't have much of an impression of Xu Zhengchun, although this head teacher doesn't have a good reputation among students, and looks like a pervert, but he hasn't done anything excessive, but his personality is a little frivolous, and the implementation of a high-pressure policy on his class is also to establish the authority of the head teacher.

The students of Class 9 had already accumulated a lot of experience in the struggle with Xu Zhengchun, and several top students in the class stopped him, threw out a few questions, covered the transfer of stolen goods by those students who were playing electronic dictionaries and reading novels, and walked around the classroom, and Xu Zhengchun did not find any problems.

Seeing Zhou Zizhuo focus on the bad guys again, Zhang Yu wrote down the novels he had read in his notebook, since he decided to be an online writer, Zhang Yu had to choose a novel for himself, plagiarism is shameful, but Zhang Yu can only do this, this is the fastest way.

The stars change, the inch mang, the coiling dragon, devouring the starry sky, the intermittent guest, the immortal rebellion, the mortal cultivation of immortals, the celebration of more than one year, the blood of the beast boiling, the tomb of the gods...... Countless god-level novels that have spread all over the Internet in later generations, but most of them have not yet been born, were turned out of Zhang Yu's mind and appeared on white paper.

The names of countless novels filtered through his mind, and Zhang Yu finally drew a circle on the name of his favorite urban rebirth novel, The Great Nirvana of Rebirth, the best urban rebirth novel in Zhang Yu's heart, there is no one.

Zhang Yu emphasized a little more on those words, and used this rebirth novel as the beginning of his rebirth journey.

"Zhang Yu, have you finished reading Badass 4?" A slightly chubby teenager with a few pimples on his face patted Zhang Yu's shoulder familiarly.

Ten years, although he has forgotten his name, Zhang Yu remembers that he has a nickname: pheasant, Zhang Yu does not remember where this nickname came from, only remembers that it came from the mouth of a junior high school classmate of pheasant, and was finally introduced into high school.

Pheasant's real name is Zhou Xi, he is Zhang Yu's first year of high school, although he has the same surname as Zhou Zizhuo, he has nothing to do with it, he has a smart brain, he was admitted to No. 1 Middle School with excellent grades, and he is the representative of the biology class in the class, but unfortunately he went astray and mixed up with Zhang Yu, a group of guys who love to read novels.

The villain 4 in Zhou Xi's mouth is not the fourth part of the villain, but a part of the villainous novel that Zhang Yu and Zhou Xi, Zhou Zizhuo, and Lin Ang raised money to buy, turned the villain 4 out of the table hole, and Zhang Yu handed it to Zhou Xi.

Xu Zhengchun never appeared in the classroom of class nine again, but these students in class nine did not dare to be too presumptuous, Xu Zhengchun has a pair of 24k titanium alloy eyes comparable to Sun Wukong's fiery eyes, Xu Zhengchun's office is on the fourth floor opposite, looking down, everything is in sight, Zhang Yu still remembers last semester, the two students in the class who played electronic dictionaries were too fierce, and Xu Zhengchun who was standing on the opposite floor looked at him, a few minutes later, Xu Zhengchun appeared in the classroom in a hurry, confiscated the electronic dictionary, and the two people were also called out to educate them, or novels have to be sandwiched in textbooks, and the two of them have to pretend to discuss difficult topics.

Three years of high school, more than a thousand days and nights, that is a glorious battle history of students and teachers fighting wits and courage, teachers try their best to limit students to the right path of learning, let them stay away from early love, surfing the Internet, reading novels, some teachers even ran into the Internet café to find out their students out of pain, and the teenagers who are in the rebellious period also rely on their years of struggle experience to play hide and seek with the teacher.

Compared with the simple knowledge in junior high school, the knowledge in high school has a certain depth, even if Zhang Yu's intelligence is much higher than that of this group of teenagers who have not yet fully developed, he has only reviewed the knowledge he has learned before mathematics and physics, and the textbooks of English, biology and chemistry are still pressed below.

Walking out of the classroom, I saw Zhou Zizhuo rushing out and a few familiar figures running down the stairs, it was a few guys who often went to the next class with Zhou Zizhuo all night, including Zhang Yu's classmates in junior high school.

Lying on the hardwood bed in the dormitory, with a soft quilt underneath, the faces of his parents are churning in Zhang Yu's mind, the burden of life always makes people age faster, the parents in my memory are still very young, but the last time I saw my parents, they were much older, and time is always inadvertently scattered and engraved on the forehead.

Although his parents didn't have much ability, and he still had some resentment towards his father, Zhang Yu had to admit that his parents' old age was inseparable from himself, and the more than 7,000 yuan spent on entering a middle school was a huge amount of money for an ordinary family like Zhang Yu.

Thinking of his ignorance in his previous life, Zhang Yu smiled bitterly, the rebellion of his children finally tortured only the parents who loved them, fortunately, although the current parents are still pressed by the burden of life, they are not as old as they are, and they still have time to make up for it.

Listening to the snoring sound in his ears that he didn't know who it belonged to, Zhang Yu turned over and finally fell asleep in this silent midnight.