At half past five in the afternoon, it was dark.

Jincheng University, in front of the 2nd teaching building in Area B.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and students from Class 1 and Class 3 of the martial arts major walked out of the door in twos and threes.

"Chen Feng, let's eat together. Today there is a new braised shrimp on the second floor of the cafeteria. A pot only costs 18 yuan. If you go there late, it will be gone!"

The speaker was a short and stocky young man named Wu Zhichao, a student in Class 3 of martial arts.

He yelled, reaching out and patting the shoulder of a tall and thin young man next to him.

Chen Feng paused slightly and tilted his head, revealing a clear profile profile.

"You go ahead, I have to go to school."

"Leaving school at this time?"

Wu Zhichao looked a little strange.

"Chen Feng, you won't skip the evening training class again, will you?"

"You've been skipping classes for half a month. You don't attend professional classes during the day, and you don't come to training classes at night."

"Do you know that Director Liang has already set his sights on you? If you don't go, you may be interviewed."

On the side, Chen Feng’s roommate Lin Yuan couldn’t help but persuade:

"Brother Feng, I remember that your family's financial situation is not very good. It seems that you are studying with a student loan?"

"But you don't live in the dormitory anymore, you rent a house outside, and you skip classes every day. Everyone really doesn't understand what you want to do. Do you... don't want to study?"

Chen Feng shook his head slightly, waved his hand and said: "It's nothing, that's all. Don't think too much about it, I'll leave first."

After saying that, he carried an old canvas bag and strode away.

Only a few classmates behind him were left looking at each other in confusion.

"What's going on with him?" Wu Zhichao scratched his head in confusion.

Lin Yuan shook his head, looking helpless:

"I don't know, but I feel like if he continues like this, he will become useless."

"Our martial arts major is different from other majors. If you miss classes and take late classes, not only will you be unable to keep up with theory, but you will also be unable to keep up with practical training."

"After a month, others are making progress, but he is standing still. If he cannot pass the final exam, he will be asked to quit."

"His family conditions...if he is persuaded to quit..."

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while.

Wu Zhichao wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head and sighed.

"Let's go, we can't care about that much, let's go eat."

The figures of several people gradually disappeared.

…

Jincheng University Ximen.

Chen Feng swiped his card and left the school gate. Instead of calling a taxi, he walked north along Wutong Road.

There are low old buildings on both sides of the street, and high-rise buildings rising in the distance. Huge virtual advertising projections reflect colorful lights.

Looking at the street scene in front of him, Chen Feng's eyes were a little dazed.

It has been a month since I recovered my past life memories.

In his previous life, he had just been admitted to graduate school and was riding to Yunnan with his roommate.

As soon as they got on the national highway, a 100-ton King loaded with steel coils came towards them at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour...

My vision went dark, and there was nothing left.