Era: I Was Reborn and Maxed Out the System Before the College Entrance Examination

The food delivery guy was thrown into the 1970s, where the kerosene lamps were tinkling on the dirt walls and the walls were stained with mold. The system pops up three options: lie down and become a door-to-door son-in-law, try your best to get into college, or die directly. I chose No. 2 - My brain was instantly filled with high school knowledge and I also had extra storage space. He turned around and dug out half a bag of sweet potatoes from the broken cabinet to stock up on food first.