In fact, the top student Henry Jordan who boards at school doesn’t have many friends around him. And there’s another important point: David Bennett has always been very ordinary in the class—not particularly good or bad at studying, not attention-seeking or showy, not especially good-looking, but his smile is bright and cheerful. In short, he’s not someone with a bad reputation or someone people dislike. And after a few days of getting to know him, Henry Jordan found that David Bennett was very sensible and knew how to get along with people.

A week later, David Bennett and Henry Jordan were already walking arm in arm to meals together.

Morning milk, lunchtime cola, evening ice cream and street-side barbecue—David Bennett steadily controlled the spending ratio between the two, making sure he always spent more than Henry Jordan. He wanted Henry Jordan to owe him a favor, so that when he made that crucial request, it wouldn’t seem excessive and wouldn’t be easily rejected.

David Bennett had been studying like crazy lately.

Although he knew the general scope of some big questions, there were just too many knowledge points to memorize. He had to make sure he could reach the second-tier university cutoff, even starting from a zero in math.

Half a month after being reborn, the spinning-top-like David Bennett started to miss Shawn Harris.

He had thought of Shawn Harris before, but those thoughts were quickly drowned out by the confusion and excitement of being reborn, and the urgency of the college entrance exam.

That night, lying on his single bed, David Bennett’s longing for Shawn Harris surged like an unstoppable tide.

That gentle and generous woman, that understanding woman, that thrifty and capable woman. Shawn Harris, the woman he would meet eight years later, the woman who would marry him nine years later.

David Bennett had been feeling like he’d forgotten something lately, and now he remembered.

Shawn Harris, who was the same age as him, was his university schoolmate. But last time, he got into a second-tier sociology program, while Shawn Harris was in a first-tier international trade program. They weren’t in the same department or even the same faculty. They studied on the same campus for four years, but never crossed paths. Before 2009, they didn’t know each other.

Once he started missing her, he couldn’t stop.

What was Shawn Harris like in 2001? What was she doing now? Did that girl, hundreds of kilometers away, know that there was a man missing her?

Originally, during study breaks, David Bennett had thought more than once that this time, after the college entrance exam, he must secretly take his answer sheet out, estimate his score accurately, and make full use of his knowledge of the cutoff lines to apply to a good university and maximize the value of his score.

Now David Bennett was sure—he wouldn’t change his choice of university, no matter which tier, he would pick the same school he and Shawn Harris had chosen before: Dongsen University in Songjiang City.

As long as he could get into Dongsen University, in four months, he would be able to see Shawn Harris, see the woman who would become his wife in the future.

David Bennett swore that from the very first moment he saw Shawn Harris, he would start pursuing her. He was determined to have a passionate romance with Shawn Harris in college, to give her the most beautiful university years, to use his knowledge and experience to earn a lot of money, to give Shawn Harris an unparalleled wedding, to buy the apartment she always liked, to give Shawn Harris the life she always wanted...

David Bennett wanted to contact Shawn Harris right now.

He knew Shawn Harris’s phone number, but it was useless now—she wouldn’t start using that number until ten years later. He knew Shawn Harris’s email, but she hadn’t registered it yet. He knew Shawn Harris’s QQ number... Right, her QQ number.

The hand-written college entrance exam countdown on the classroom blackboard had already changed to 28 days.

After a morning of studying and lunch, David Bennett dragged Henry Jordan into Big Eyes Internet Café, not far from the school.

The computers were slow, the mouse was mediocre, but David Bennett didn’t care anymore. He asked the owner to turn on two computers, let Henry Jordan sit next to him and play, and David Bennett opened QQ.

He entered his QQ number and password.

Prompt: Incorrect password.

He entered his QQ number and password.

Prompt: Incorrect password.

He entered his QQ number and password.

Prompt: Incorrect password.

Damn!

“Boss, boss, why do your computers keep saying the QQ password is wrong?”

The young owner came over, glanced at the screen a few times, and looked at David Bennett like he was an idiot. “You entered the wrong password! Is this really your account?”

Sitting back down, David Bennett figured it out. The account was his, but the password he remembered was from 2014. Now, he needed the 2001 password to log in. Over more than ten years, the password had probably been changed dozens of times.

The current David Bennett no longer remembered anything from before 2001. Even if he did, it would be just as fuzzy as his 2014 self.

David Bennett also realized something else: his 2001 QQ account didn’t have Shawn Harris’s QQ number yet, so logging in wouldn’t help. But since he knew her QQ number, he could search for her with any QQ account.

So, David Bennett started applying for a new QQ account.

The first QQ number he got was 8 digits.

The second, also 8 digits.

The third, 7 digits.

David Bennett borrowed a pen and a piece of paper from the internet café owner and wrote down all the account numbers, passwords, and security info he registered. He knew that in a decade or so, 7-digit QQ numbers could be sold for a bit of money.

David Bennett wrote down eight 7-digit QQ numbers, and then, unexpectedly, managed to get a 6-digit QQ number.