I'm Reborn. It's Reasonable to Get 985 in Technical Secondary School, Right?

Thirty-three-year-old He Zhizhou was buried by a sudden landslide on his way back from the thirty-second blind date in his life. When he opened his eyes again, he was back to the age of eighteen, before the professional college entrance examination, filled with the smell of sweat and youthful restlessness. He used to be a deserter in the examination room and a loser in the shopping mall. He spent his life scrawlingly explaining what "ordinary" means. Now, carrying the memories and regrets of the next fifteen years, he holds more than just the admission ticket that changed his destiny. Who said technical secondary school students can't go to 985? The gutter oil incident that has not yet begun, the grandfather who has hope for treatment, the black gold buried in the ravine, and the city's business card developed from the street stall economy. This time, He Zhizhou told himself: Everything I want to take back is not only at the top of wealth, but also at every intersection I missed in those years.