When I was injected with the death potion, I realized that my trusted best friend had stolen my life. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the classroom where I was seventeen years old. The gloomy boy at the back table, who was rejected by everyone, was silently picking up the textbooks scattered on the floor for me. In his previous life, he took the blame for me and went to jail, but he grew old overnight after my death. This time I held his trembling hand in public: "Jiang Jin, do you want to take the Tsinghua University entrance examination with me?" We made an appointment to meet at the summit, but we disappeared at the same time on the day the admission notice arrived. Ten years later, at the International Science and Technology Summit, he came to me as the father of chips: "Classmate Lin Wan, what Tsinghua University owes you, can I spend the rest of my life to compensate you?"
