After Finishing the Semester, I Relied on My Pocket Watch to Look Back in Time

Lin Zhixia thought that her final semester would only end in failing the class and retaking it—the closed-book textbook was as new as new, the paper was blank, and the group report was clueless. She was in the advanced stage of procrastination and had no right to regret it. Until the old pocket watch left by her grandma fell on the table, and she unexpectedly discovered that she could go back four hours ago. I wanted to "take shortcuts" by backtracking, but I found that every time I came back, I had to face my laziness and panic; I thought it was just a simple end-of-term redemption, but I slowly uncovered the secret of the pocket watch, as well as the unspoken regrets of my grandma when she was young. The abnormality of her cold roommate, the attention of the proud academic god, and the occasional disorder of her pocket watch all reminded her: the meaning of starting over is never to make up for regrets, but to learn to reconcile with yourself and slowly grow into what you like on an ordinary campus.