At thirty, Zhou Xubai died on a stormy night after his startup went bankrupt.
Even as he died, he was still wondering what he had spent four years of college striving for: chasing the aloof, wealthy campus beauty and desperately playing the role of a “young entrepreneurial genius,” living every day like a tightly wound spring.
When he opened his eyes again, he was eighteen, two weeks before his freshman year began.
In this life, he deleted the several-thousand-word business plan he’d written for the campus beauty, then blocked her.
Instead, in just three days, he drafted a foundational algorithm that would set the industry alight three years later, then signed a “30 million after-tax buyout + top-secret non-interference agreement” with a research institute owned by an industry giant.
He bought a quiet house where he could feel the river breeze, a station wagon that looked like an ordinary grocery-getter, and moved into Room 402 with his insulated health-preserving thermos.
He thought he could spend four peaceful years coasting through college like this.
But he never expected the dean to call the president in the middle of the night and make him an “untouchable top-secret file,” his roommates to look at him with ever-growing reverence, and the aloof campus beauty from his previous life, who hadn’t even spared him a glance, to start finding all sorts of excuses to get close to him...
