Reborn: Coding at Jing University

At thirty-seven, I died at my desk. When I opened my eyes again, it was September 3, 2007, registration day at Peking University.

That year, the iPhone had been on the market for just two months, the A-share market was about to surge to 6,124, and the internet was full of golden opportunities. And I had come back with eighteen years of memories.

This time, I would make up for every regret from my past life.

When my roommate was cheated out of six months of hard-earned wages, I took him straight to Zhongguancun to settle the score.

While the rest of the class saw nothing in those “worthless domain names,” I bought two hundred for 20,000 yuan. One day, each would be worth as much as a house.

In programming class, the old professor who called me spineless had secretly changed my score from fifty-nine to sixty in my previous life. I would repay that debt, one class at a time.

As for stocks, I had my dad sell everything before the market opened. Tomorrow, the index would hit 6,124.

I had planned to quietly make a fortune, live off my foresight, and fill in all the holes from my past life.

Until one day, someone handed me a business card. It bore the name of a fund that had never existed in my previous life: Deep Future.

Someone else had been reborn even earlier than me.

Would he stick to his own path while I kept to mine?

No.

In this life, code is my blade, and memory is my courage.

I’m going to own the next twenty years of the internet.

I had planned to quietly make a fortune, live off my foresight, and fill in all the holes from my past life.

Until one day, someone handed me a business card. It bore the name of a fund that had never existed in my previous life: Deep Future.

Someone else had been reborn even earlier than me.

Would he stick to his own path while I kept to mine?

No.

In this life, code is my blade, and memory is my courage.

I’m going to own the next twenty years of the internet.