Introduction: Feng Yihan didn't know what was going on. He woke up and went back to his freshman year in high school. He re-entered the high school in the year 2500. Why did he feel that the painting styles of the entire first and third classes were different? Hey, hey, hey, you, a girl from the apocalypse, don't empty out the supermarket at every turn! At least leave some for me! And you are talking about you, aren't you from the world of immortality? You're awesome, but can you please stop going through the tribulation in the classroom? And you, you emperor from ancient times, stay away from me and don't steal my wifi if you have nothing to do. Finally, auntie, no, Xiaoyi, you are not a good company president, why are you so crazy that you come to our Grade 1 and Grade 3 classes! Forget it, why should you be my class teacher? You and that guy surnamed Lin have nothing to do but change courses and study economics for a month. Why can't you do it? If you're too lazy, can you please stop keeping us busy? I'm not going to do this kind of task of forming a group to travel through time and ruin the plot! Where are the travel expenses? Funding, do you understand the funding?
Dad, when will you come back? QAQ