In 1995, He Returned to Junior High School and Became a Top Student.

Li Shu, a 42-year-old programmer, fell asleep after working overtime all night. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the wood grain desk of Class 3, Grade 2. Phoenix flowers were falling outside the window. The ponytailed girl in the front row turned around and handed over mints. The red rope bell on her wrist rang softly - that was 17-year-old Wang Xin, the white moonlight he had hidden in his graduation album for thirty years. The chalk words "Welcome Hong Kong's return" on the blackboard have not faded yet, and there are hero pens and unsent love letters in the iron pencil case. When Li Shu subconsciously caught Wang Xin's homework book that was blown up by the wind, the annotation "How to draw function images" on the yellowed page made his pupils tremble: This was clearly an example question he drew casually when his son asked him about functions in junior high school the night before time travel. Destiny gave him the opportunity to rewrite his youth. Li Shu accurately predicted the exchange rate fluctuations on the day of Hong Kong's handover in math class, and secretly stuffed fever-reducing patches into Wang Xin's desk during recess. However, he hesitated when registering for the art performance. In his previous life, he witnessed Wang Xin being smashed by gangsters while singing "My Deskmate" on stage. At this moment, beads of sweat broke out from his clenched fists. When Wang Xin turned around and asked him if he wanted a partner to recite, Li Shu looked into the girl's clear eyes and suddenly realized that this time traveling was not to be a savior, but to become a person worth remembering. Amid the chirping of cicadas, he took over the old copy of "The Collection of Flying Birds" and wrote on the title page of "Life is Like a Summer Flower": This time, I will say that I like you first. The shadows of the sycamore trees in the distance are mottled, and the summer of 1995 is being gently lifted by the evening breeze.