Of course, Brian Bolton pruned and refined the main storyline, removing the unnecessary and keeping the essence, but when it came to details, he put in a lot of effort. He had a clear impression in his mind of how the original work was adapted into movies and TV series, so from the grand scale of fight scenes and the surrounding scenery to the subtle expressions of the characters, he added his own descriptions to everything.

Reading it, one could immediately sketch a rough mental image.

“If only I had enough money to buy a laptop, I’ve written less than three thousand words and my wrist is already sore.” After writing only about three thousand words in one night, Brian Bolton was a bit dissatisfied.

To submit a manuscript, you need to write at least ten thousand words, so people can get a feel for it.

“Hmm, classes start tomorrow. It seems the school doesn’t have military training, we go straight to class. Anyway, I don’t really care about getting into college. During class, I’ll try to write more—making money is the top priority.”

Lights out, time to sleep.

……

The next day, Brian Bolton woke up to the noise in the dormitory.

He glanced at the electronic watch he bought for three yuan at his bedside; it was 7:10 in the morning.

“Hurry up, Brian Bolton, don’t be late.” Julia Reed was very tall, a bit lanky, but had a rather delicate appearance, was timid, and had a somewhat effeminate vibe.

“Got it.” Brian Bolton did a kip-up, almost breaking the bed board. “Crappy bed, hard as a rock, not comfortable to sleep on.”

“Do you sleep on a soft bed at home?” Julia Reed asked.

Brian Bolton paused for a moment. It seemed he was also sleeping on a hard bed at home now, but before his rebirth, he’d gotten used to sleeping on a Simmons mattress: “Yeah, a soft bed.”

“Soft beds aren’t good for you, especially when your body is still growing.”

“That’s true.” Brian Bolton nodded, got up from bed. “Do you know what my dream is?”

“What?”

“To wake up every day on a 50,000-square-meter bed, facing two hundred maids…” As he got dressed and picked up his toothbrush and cup, Brian Bolton was still waving his hands, imagining waking up so rich that his only worry was having too much money. “Go away, you damn banknotes, stop bothering me.”

The washroom was packed, filled with all the freshmen from the tile-roofed dorm area.

Brian Bolton, who was used to living alone, really wasn’t used to such a crowded scene: “Sigh, renting a place outside is a top priority!”

“These couple of days aren’t too bad, the dorm is still clean. But in a few days, when the stinky socks and shoes start fermenting, I’ll definitely get poisoned… But seriously, how did I survive this back then?”

“Really getting spoiled.”

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, it was already 7:20. Julia Reed and Eric Warren were both urging Brian Bolton to hurry up. In just a short time, the two already felt like they were part of Brian Bolton’s crew.

The three of them quickly walked onto the main road. Small groups of people hurried along, all heading toward the two breakfast stalls on the main road.

One sold steamed buns, with soy milk, shumai, spicy soup, and buns stuffed with mushrooms, vermicelli, pickled vegetables, and meat.

The other sold fried breakfast foods: youtiao, sesame balls, spring rolls, rice cakes, lion’s head meatballs, as well as tea eggs and soy milk.

Both stalls also sold locally produced Fengda yogurt.

“Four mushroom buns and a bottle of yogurt.”

“That’ll be two yuan.”

“Here you go.”

The buns were piping hot in his hands.

The yogurt was ice-cold, and the taste was just like it was back in the day.

This was yogurt produced by Fengda Group, not expensive, and the freshest local yogurt. Since the factory was right in Shuangdun Town, every morning before dawn, an old master would ride a tricycle from the factory, bringing out the freshest yogurt and delivering it to Shuangdun High School, selling it to the breakfast stalls and the small shops in the school.

Back then, Brian Bolton loved drinking yogurt the most, and he drank Fengda yogurt for a full three years.

Later, when he went to study in Hefei, he still bought Fengda yogurt, but the good times didn’t last. It seemed that in 2007, Fengda Group sold its yogurt business to Baidi Group, and the Fengda yogurt brand disappeared. Of course, both Baidi and Fengda were Hefei companies, so no matter who made it, it was still hometown yogurt.

The taste of home.

“Delicious.”

Climbing the familiar stairs, he walked to the second floor of the teaching building on the left. The first room at the corner was Class 5, Grade 1.

At this time, the teaching building was bustling. Each class had already started distributing desks and stools according to the student lists. By the time Brian Bolton got his desk and stool, it was already past eight o’clock.

The homeroom teacher of Class 5, Grade 1, Natalie Young, who shared the same name as the supermodel Yu Na, finally arrived.

“Students, I am your homeroom teacher Natalie Young. Please bring your desks and stools into the classroom, find a seat for now, and we’ll rearrange the seating later.”

When it came to picking a seat, Brian Bolton didn’t hesitate at all. He carried his desk and chair straight to the back of the classroom, second-to-last row, near the back door and the window.

That was his habit. In his previous life, when he was in college, he always grabbed a seat in the back row.