The hot and dry weather makes people breathless.

There were only two palm-sized round electric fans spinning around overhead, and the wind was not felt, but the noise was as buzzing as a fly that made people want to slap it to pieces.

Since waking up from his dream at eight o'clock in the morning, Wang Yu has been lying in bed until almost one o'clock in the afternoon, his head as if it exploded to accept the fact in front of him: he should be reborn.

In front of me was a six-person dormitory, and the air smelled of dead fish, and it was not surprising that a roommate's socks that hadn't been washed for a week wafted from the peculiar smell.

In addition to him in the bedroom, there is also a roommate on the bunk diagonally opposite.

"Gotcha! Wang Yu, you won. What the hell is that you can stay up for hours without getting out of bed, I'm willing to admit defeat, I'll go buy food! ”

The roommate's name is Fu Miao, who is five big and three thick, and a big man in the Northeast of 1.85 meters. At this moment, his face was full of depression, and he was unwilling to get up and prepare to go to the cafeteria.

Wang Yu still didn't speak, just stared at the electric fan in a daze.

It wasn't until Fu Miao walked out of the dormitory with the meal card that Wang Yu moved his body slightly and touched a few littered books from the bed. Judging from the information in the book, he is most likely at the end of his freshman year and is about to enter the summer vacation of his sophomore year.

A cheap imitation mechanical and electronic watch pressed under the bedside book allowed him to determine a more accurate date: August 29, 2003.

Wang Yu, who survived to middle age, returned to twenty years ago overnight.

It's not the high school days of the green years.

It's a lazy and decadent college period.

In his previous life, Wang Yu's college days can only be described as mediocre. In other words, in fact, 99% of students are mediocre people in college, and Wang Yu is one of them.

When he filled in the application after the college entrance examination, Wang Yu filled in the marketing (e-commerce direction) of Lin University, which is an emerging industry, and the teacher also thought that this major had a bright future.

The teacher is right, since Wang Yu went to university, China's e-commerce began to explode, allowing the country to enter the Internet era.

But the teacher is also wrong, because Wang Yu did not profit from it, the rise of Huaxia e-commerce does not mean that he is an e-commerce student, what is really in short supply is computer talents!

And his major, after graduation, is in an embarrassing position.

Good job employers look down on him, and bad jobs look down on him.

In the end, Wang Yu, who had been looking for a job for several months, finally found the perfect place for this profession: e-commerce sales.

It's perfect...... This position is a combination of marketing and e-commerce.

Wang Yu thought sadly.

In this way, Wang Yu, who has worked diligently in the e-commerce sales position for 20 years and was finally promoted to manager, was ruthlessly laid off by the company last night because of the three-year epidemic.

Being laid off in middle age is equivalent to early retirement.

At that moment, Wang Yu felt the collapse of the world, and after 20 years of sales, he was almost unfathomable for the first time, and he was drunk for the first time, until he woke up and found that the world had changed greatly.

……

"It would be perfect if I could be reborn a year earlier."

If it was a year earlier, he would have had time to change his major or even repeat his studies just after the college entrance examination.

He doesn't have to study all the useless macro and micro economics, marketing, accounting, statistics, introduction to e-commerce, and even the Three Musketeers on the web, and he won't face the despair of employment after graduation.

But now, the dust has settled.

Wang Yu rubbed his head, which was still swollen and painful, and his heart gradually calmed down: "It's not too late." At the very least, I have three more years to change my fate. ”

The respawn spot is precious, and it can't be wasted.

Otherwise, it will be in vain to make the starting point reader laugh.

I got up and prepared to wash up with the basin and towels, but I didn't recognize anything from the pile of black towels and washbasins on the balcony for a long time.

He didn't take anything with him, and went to the public bathroom on the same floor to wash his face.

Feeling the coolness of the water, Wang Yu looked up at the slightly immature face in the mirror, his thick short hair was jet black, his eyes were clean and clear, and the youthful breath was rushing towards him.

It turns out that when I was young, I looked really ...... Not bad.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Wang Yu showed a bright smile: "I'm back." ”

Only he understands the meaning of this sentence.

Back in the dormitory, I checked the house number: 411 before entering.

In more detail, it's 9 #411.

Building 9 is one of the most dilapidated residential buildings of Lin University, and it is exclusive to the students of the School of Management and Economics. But the only good thing is that you can see the girls' building directly opposite through the window, and you can go out to the cafeteria.

Every night, there are many obscene boys with eight-fold mirrors and shooting at Building 3 or Building 4. Although they couldn't see anything most of the time, as long as they could catch a glimpse of their clothes, these hormonal creatures could show a strange cry of satisfaction.

Wang Yu had just returned to his bedroom.

Fu Miao walked in with two meals on her hind feet and packed them in plastic bags.

He casually threw one to Wang Yu: "It's late, there are only leftovers in the cafeteria, so let's eat it." You're ...... Labor and management are known as the first bed king in the dormitory, and today is a defeat to you. ”

"How much?"

Wang Yu opened the bag and found that it was a piece of pork and shredded potatoes, and the food was a little cold.

Fu Miao unceremoniously took out a wallet from a pair of black trousers at the head of his bed, glanced at it and threw it to Wang Yu in disgust: "Damn, count me on you." Your wallet is cleaner than your ass. ”

Wang Yu took the wallet and found that there was not a single steel hammer in it. There is a picture of a girl.

He sighed, picked up the photo and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't remember which of his ex-girlfriends this was...... No, if he's not mistaken, he hasn't been in a serious relationship in college.

So who is this pretty girl?

The person he has a crush on?

Did he have a crush on anyone in college?

Seeing Wang Yu's thoughtful expression, Fu Miao said while picking up rice: "If you don't want to put your wallet, just throw it away, don't think about Zhou Jian's feelings." ”

Wang Yu's already strange heart was even more confused.

Fu Miao said to herself: "Zhou Jian's hanging hair is really, even if he likes Zheng Xiuwen, he has to let everyone in the bedroom have a photo of his idol in their wallet, and it can't be left unchecked." It's just Wang Yu, you're used to him, do you see that apart from you and Zou Yue in the bedroom, is there anyone else who cares about him? ”

“……”

Wang Yu felt that his face was a little hot after 20 years of sales.

It turned out that the person in the photo was Zheng Xiuwen.

Where did he want to go?

At this time, Wang Yu vaguely remembered that his roommate Zhou Jian was obsessed with Zheng Xiuwen, almost to the point of madness. It's a pity that he doesn't chase stars, and Zheng Xiuwen's fame in the mainland has declined rapidly after 04, so he didn't recognize the person in the photo.

"Zhou Jian, how many of them are?"

Wang Yu diverted the topic and asked out loud.

He took a bite of the meat, and although the dish was cold, it was unexpectedly delicious.

The scenery of Peking University, the Han of Tsinghua University, the girl of Beiwai, and the rice of Lin University...... This sentence is not covered.

Fu Miao said indistinctly: "I've gone out to catch up with my homework." There is still a week to officially start school, and if everyone can't finish Lao Zheng's social practice report by then, the main subject will definitely be suspended. ”

Rushing homework?

Wang Yu was full of excitement.

The vague memories gradually became clear.

At the end of last semester, Professor Zheng, who teaches marketing, issued a task asking everyone to complete a social practice assignment related to marketing in the summer, and then write a report and submit it at the beginning of the semester.

With Professor Zheng's strictness, if you don't do your homework, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Wang Yu can't remember how he got away with it twenty years ago, but at this moment he just rubbed his head and asked while recalling, "Is my homework written?" ”

Fu Miao glanced at Wang Yu with an idiot look: "What do you say?" ”