The only thing he really couldn’t figure out was: what exactly was the use of that 1 attribute point?

Or rather, just how much stronger could it actually make him?

“Doesn’t feel like anything’s changed at all…”

Frowning as he stared at the attribute panel, Yvonne Harris then continued to look at the memory shard and inspiration gem in his inventory.

[Memory Shard: Activating this will unlock a sealed memory.]

[Inspiration Gem: Enter an inspired state for 12 hours.]

Unlock a sealed memory?

So it turns out my memories were sealed.

Seeing the description of the memory shard, Yvonne Harris suddenly understood, and his eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

Although he wasn’t particularly obsessed with what happened in his previous life, just thinking about recalling those popular songs or novels from back then made his heart race.

If that really happened, wouldn’t it be like having cheat codes for life?

Forget about living expenses.

He wouldn’t even care about the title of richest man!

As for the inspiration gem…

He still hadn’t figured out what the [Attribute] actually did, so he didn’t think much about it for now.

Without another word, he selected the memory shard, crushed it in his palm, and immediately a surge of heat rushed to his forehead, making Yvonne Harris roll his eyes as his consciousness blurred for a moment.

When he came to, a line of pale blue text appeared before his eyes—

[Memory Unlocked: “2048” Game]

[Mission Triggered: Create and release the 2048 game, with a requirement of over 100,000 players.]

[Reward: Unknown]

“What the hell? Isn’t this a scam!”

This time, Yvonne Harris couldn’t hold back and cursed out loud.

It wasn’t because the reward was unknown…

But because this damn system actually wanted someone like him, who knew nothing, to make a game?

And what the heck was this 2048? Other than the game rules, gameplay, and the core idea, all other memories about it were a complete blur. Yvonne Harris couldn’t even remember if he’d played this game in his previous life, or whether it was even popular.

From the perspective of a mobile game planner, just this rough and monotonous gameplay—if it was actually fun, that’d be a miracle!

Over 100,000 players?

Yeah, right!

“Yvonne Harris, what are you yelling about?”

“Eating shit—oh no, counting stars.”

“Counting stars in broad daylight? Are you checking out girls?” The chubby guy from the next dorm, William Carter, came over grinning and teased him as he stood on the balcony. “Heard you smashed someone’s phone? Gotta pay for it?”

This guy…

Really knows how to hit a sore spot!

Hearing this, Yvonne Harris immediately put on a stern face.

“What do you mean smashed? I just bumped into it!”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” William Carter grinned and poked his arm. “So? Was she pretty? Did you add her on WeChat?”

“Get lost, get lost, just thinking about it pisses me off.”

The Mi p6+ phone was the most expensive model at the time, and it was the top-tier quad-core version.

As a giant in the electronics industry in Xia Country and even the world, Mi Group’s phones were indeed top-notch in quality.

It’s just that the screen was a bit fragile, and the price wasn’t cheap either.

Three thousand yuan for a screen—given Yvonne Harris’s monthly living expenses of 800 yuan, even selling himself wouldn’t be enough to pay it back.

Whatever, he’d pay it. Yvonne Harris never thought about shirking responsibility, but that girl was really ruthless—she grabbed his arm and dragged him to the security office to check the basketball court’s surveillance footage.

They saw the perfect arc of the ball go through the net, bounce off the ground in a beautiful V-shape, and directly knock the phone out of her hand.

Even the security guard watching the footage with them gave Yvonne Harris a sympathetic look.

Talk about bad luck.

What a waste of a good name.

At that moment, a shout came from the dorm entrance—it was Mr. Clark.

“New books are here, come and get your books.”

Having just been promoted, he was beaming with pride, looking all smug and asking for a beating.

“Books are here?”

The sharp-eared Samuel Wright reflexively stood up, afraid of being late, and hurried over to pick through the pile.

No wonder he was a level 7 programmer—he immediately picked out a copy of “Tan Guangning’s C Language” from the stack.

As for the level 8 music whiz, he wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic. He glanced at the pile with little interest and went back to tuning his guitar.

“We’re starting major courses in freshman year?”

“Yeah, data structures and C, but that’s next semester.” Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Kevin Clark put on a model-student smile. “There’s still some stuff to do in the girls’ dorm. I’m worried the class rep can’t handle it alone, so I’ll go help out first. Just save me a set.”

With that, he left the stack of books and walked off.

“Getting the books early is great, we can get a head start.” Samuel Wright cheerfully picked out his books and went back to his seat.

At that moment, Yvonne Harris’s gaze suddenly landed on that C language book.

And at the same time, a wild idea popped into his mind.

“Let me borrow this.”

With that, he took the C language textbook right off the top of Samuel Wright’s stack.