The memories from his previous life didn’t even give him a head start, a modest fortune, or any real convenience in daily life.

Exams?

He had to relearn how to speak from scratch, let alone Chinese or math.

Chasing girls?

Making up for regrets from his student days in his past life?

Don’t be ridiculous.

Not only were his memories from his previous life so blurry they were practically useless, but in this parallel world, it was a question whether any of the people he’d met before even existed—so where would the regrets come from?

Useless at everything except eating.

The only thing Yvonne Harris could be sure of was that, whether in his past life or this one, he’d never really had any luck.

Just like his father’s expectations for him: hoping he’d study hard, become a useful person, ideally get into Shuimu or Yanda, and then have a smooth career after graduation.

That’s also where the “Yun” in his name came from.

But unfortunately,

His life hadn’t been as lucky as his name suggested. Even after giving it his all, he only managed to get into Jiangcheng University, and that was through adjustment, majoring in software engineering.

Maybe in many people’s eyes, that was already a pretty good result, but compared to those imagined “reborn” protagonists, Yvonne Harris felt like he was downright weak.

Besides, in this world where electronic technology was extremely advanced, the last thing in short supply was programmers.

Of course, Yvonne Harris felt that his life wasn’t just a matter of luck—after all, that 1% of effort was also very, very important.

But who asked the world to be so realistic?

“Man, I’ve been unlucky for forty-eight years… Isn’t it about time I caught a break?”

At the very least…

He hoped his future roommates would be normal, or at least not too weird.

After all, they’d be living together for the next four years.

Even though his memories were already fuzzy, he still remembered that drama king from his last life’s dorm, who made the whole four years unpleasant, and after graduation, they never met up again…

Making his way through the bustling crowd of freshmen, Yvonne Harris finally arrived at the dorm building.

The dorm supervisor’s office was right by the stairs on the first floor, and the person on duty was a woman in her forties. She glanced at Yvonne Harris’s ID, made a quick note in the register, collected a fifty-yuan deposit, and tossed him the key.

Supposedly, the deposit was refundable, but that would be four years later, and Yvonne Harris wasn’t sure he’d even remember the fifty yuan by then.

At that moment, he noticed a big yellow dog lazily lying next to a cabinet by the door.

“It’s called Ah Huang, it doesn’t bite.”

Noticing Yvonne Harris’s gaze, the dorm supervisor auntie reached out and rubbed the dog’s head.

Ah Huang cooperated with a howl, clearly enjoying it.

Seeing how cute the dog looked, Yvonne Harris wanted to pet it too, but Ah Huang didn’t seem interested.

The silly dog stood up, shook off some fleas, and wagged its tail as it went back inside, leaving Yvonne Harris, who had crouched down to greet it, feeling a bit awkward.

Forget it, no point arguing with a dog.

Sighing, Yvonne Harris stood up, grabbed his suitcase, and got ready to head upstairs.

But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint blue light flashing across the dog’s tail.

[Talent: Expert Mouse Catcher]

[Potential Value: 3]

Yvonne Harris: …?

What the heck?

Before Yvonne Harris could even process what he’d just seen, a short guy wearing black-rimmed glasses happened to come down the stairs.

Yvonne Harris didn’t get a good look at his face, but he did clearly see two lines of text above his head.

[Talent: Math Genius]

[Potential Value: 9]

Genius?

9?

What the heck?

The guy’s way down was blocked by the suitcase. He glanced at the dazed Yvonne Harris and frowned slightly.

“Excuse me.”

“Ah… sorry.”

“Thanks.”

He didn’t seem interested in chatting, but was still polite enough to nod slightly before striding off.

Watching him leave, Yvonne Harris blinked hard, trying to see more clearly.

However, just as he tried to focus his gaze, the faint dialog box disappeared again, making him wonder if he’d imagined it.

“…Am I hallucinating from the heat?”

Today really is weird…

Muttering stiffly to himself, Yvonne Harris pressed his thumb to his temple, took a deep breath, and continued lugging his suitcase upstairs.

Second floor…

Third floor…

Fourth floor… finally here!

He remembered his dorm was 401, right at the corner of the stairs.

On the way up, he’d thought about doing something creative—maybe a freestyle rap—to leave a strong impression on his new roommates, but now his mind was a mess, tangled like a ball of yarn, with no brainpower left for such things.

Gripping the doorknob with both hands, listening to the commotion inside, he yanked the door open all at once.

Creak—

The door opened.

Several pairs of eyes turned to look at him.

“Yo, everyone’s here.”