"Jingle bell!"

Fang Yu was woken up by the alarm clock next to the pillow, the whole person was groggy, and habitually reached out to touch the mobile phone at the bedside, but unexpectedly pounced, only touching a piece of wall that still had some residual warmth.

In the next second, he sat up in fright, rubbing his eyes in disbelief,

"Where is this? What about my phone? ”

But the noisy alarm in the room continued, and he had to look around, and on the other side of the small bed, which was only one meter and two meters wide, was a writing desk, on which was placed a Doraemon-shaped alarm clock, which was tirelessly making noisy noises at the moment.

Fang Yu turned off the alarm clock, subconsciously patted his face, and was suddenly startled again,

"This is, my house?"

The scene in front of him made him unbelievable, there was a computer desk in the small room of less than 10 square meters, which was not turned off last night, and there were several unread QQ messages on it.

The house was covered by curtains to some light, Fang Yu opened the corner of the curtains, the sun at 6 o'clock in the morning had not yet scorched, and there was occasionally a cool breeze, which made people feel much more relaxed.

He looked out the window at the sky without half a white cloud for a long time, still unsure of what situation he was in, but soon outside the door came his mother's call,

"Xiaoyu, have you gotten up, don't be late, I'm taking graduation photos today."

This "Xiaoyu" woke him up from his confusion, Fang Yu looked around, that's right, this is his nest, the place where he has lived for 17 years!

"What's the matter, dreaming?" He rubbed his face vigorously, and even slapped himself twice, but unfortunately, he still didn't wake up from the dream.

In another urging from his mother, Fang Yu had to vaguely agree, while wearing the clothes that originally belonged to him both familiarly and unfamiliarly, and finally on the writing desk, he saw a red and white PHS, and quickly picked it up without saying a word,

", June 30, 2005?"

The orange screen clearly displayed the year calendar, which made Fang Yu even more puzzled, he was obviously a 35-year-old middle-aged waste who had achieved nothing and lived in 2022, why did he just sleep and return to the last summer of high school graduation?

It's a pity that the time was too rushed, Fang Yu didn't have time to think about it, so he had to go into the bathroom and wipe his face indiscriminately, and when he raised his head, he fell into shock again.

In the mirror, his appearance is delicate, his eyes are bright, he is not like the dull-eyed and out-of-shape self 17 years later, at this time, his hair is still black and lush, and every muscle on his body is full of elasticity and strength!

"This dream is too beautiful, isn't it?" He muttered to himself.

Now, Fang Yu has finally begun to accept the fact that he is about to be reborn.

After washing, he remembered what his mother said, today is to take graduation photos, but rebirth is not a crossing, memories cannot overlap, he had to work hard to recall what he was going to do today, and picked up the 20 yuan left by his parents on the table.

When going down the stairs, Fang Yu touched his pocket and pulled out a key to the car lock, yes, when he was in high school, he rode a road race car to school every day, and it seemed that this had not changed at all.

Pushing out of the public garage, he kicked hard against the rising sun, his brain lost thought again, and in the 15 minutes he went to school, he almost hit pedestrians several times.

"Nima, really reborn? But what about the inner one? That's right, it's the inner one! ”

Fang Yu excitedly and anxiously waited for the sound of "ding" in his brain, but unfortunately he didn't wait for the legendary ...... until he rode into the school gate System!

After parking the car, he walked slowly from the underground garage to the teaching building, not forgetting to look at the surrounding scenes along the way, yes, that's right, exactly the same as the alma mater in his memory, even the windows of the classroom are still the old steel windows, it seems that he is really back in the summer of 2005!

"Eh, Fang Yu, you're here, how many points are in the college entrance examination, eh, hehe, it's definitely less than 300, right!"

A thin figure appeared in front of Fang Yu, Cheng Chen was his friend from high school until he was 35 years old, and Fang Yu also studied in the same private college as him.

"Get out, whoever is like you is 290, Lao Tzu is 353 points!" I have to say that Fang Yu's memory is excellent, and this score back then was not much higher than the application line.

In contrast, Cheng Chen was not so lucky, his score of 290 made him ineligible to apply for any college, but there was a thing called "preparatory department" that allowed these poor fellows to successfully enter the university.

Of course, the price is to pay an extra year of tuition and get a graduation certificate a year later, and Cheng Chen is on this ride.

"Damn, you 353, where are you going to send you to study?" Cheng Chen looked envious.

"If nothing else, it should be Nanxiang Academy, aren't you going too?"

Cheng Chen shook his head, his face was a little gray,

"I don't know if I have any books to read, this score is not required by the school, my parents are in a hurry, it's a big deal to go to work."

Fang Yu knew that Cheng Chen ended up studying in the same college as him, so he patted him on the shoulder with a relaxed face,

"Relax, it's not that bad, trust me, the admission letter will be sent to your house in a few days."

"Really? How do you know? Cheng Chen looked skeptical.

Just as he was about to make up a reason to fool him, a noisy male voice came from the door,

"Oh, Fang Yu, you're early, no wonder I didn't see you when I passed by your door in the morning, eh, take a cigarette and smoke!"

He didn't have to look back to know that the sound was made by buns, this fat dead fat man liked to pretend to be forced since he was in high school, and he had a few luxury cars at home for a while, and a villa with a swimming pool for a while.

But Fang Yu couldn't be clearer that this fat man's family lived in an old community not far from his home, and the old house of less than 40 square meters even had to share the kitchen with other families.

Not only that, but this dead fat man is also very picky, from the acquaintance to the breakoff of the relationship in the past 10 years, even a pack of cigarettes is reluctant to buy, on weekdays is to rely on dead skin to eat and drink for a living.

Now that he is reborn again, Fang Yu doesn't have a good face to show him,

"Fuck off, no, I won't buy it myself!" They attended a third-rate high school, and smoking, skipping class, and fighting were commonplace.

"That's right, you rub the buns all day long, how embarrassing." Cheng Chen also helped on the side.

"What do you mean by rubbing, don't I have no money for my buns, I forgot to bring it, okay, I smoke Chinese at home, and my dad put a piece at the head of my bed." The bun has a red head and a swollen face, and he looks like a clown.

In the end, Cheng Chen took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket,

"Forget it, smoke mine, don't be too bad, let's go, go to the playground."