The boy sitting in several seats a little far from the left quickly surrounded him.

Only then did Zhou Kuan notice that the surrounding scenes were very clear and clear.

The boys around were whispering.

"Oh hehe, Brother Nian is so proud!"

"Come on, click to see."

"This, look at this first, this is good!"

"right!"

“…”

The curly-haired boy Liu Nianqiang pretended to be calm and shook his hand, and snorted: "What's the hurry? I'll spend a lot of time all night!"

Someone also greeted Zhou Kuan: "Don't A Kuan look?"

Zhou Kuan shook his head gently.

At this time, he finally felt something was wrong. This... dream was a bit awkward.

Everyone's emotions and movements are a bit too clear.

I looked at myself again, sat on a chair, with a monitor with a power supply in front of me. Under the lights on the top of the room, I could blur the green and tender face reflected inside.

There are keyboards, mouses, headphones, ashtrays and other debris on the table.

A line of words was also printed on the mouse pad: Welcome to you with deep affection

Several young teenagers on the left, some wrapped in down jackets, and some wrapped in cotton jackets, all of them looked a little excited.

Outside are the cash register and closed sliding doors, as well as the streets that are inaccurately intersecting white and black.

Zhou Kuan twisted his stiff neck and looked right. What caught his eye were two empty seats and a wall slightly farther away, with half of the aluminum alloy anti-theft windows on it.

Such an environment, coupled with the name "One Internet Love Deep" must have been a scene that only appeared in Internet cafes ten years ago.

It diluted the clear touch.

"I dreamed of youth back." Zhou Kuan sighed in his heart.

Somehow, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind - or try the common way to confirm dreams in movies and TV dramas: looking for pain.

Thinking of this, Zhou Kuan aimed at the back of his left hand, stretched his thumb and index finger with his right hand, pinching his skin and exerting force suddenly.

"Hiss~"

Zhou Kuan took a deep breath and gritted his teeth in pain: "...No, does it hurt so much if I pinch myself in my dream?"

Even so, he still thought it was no different from usual.

In the past two years, in order to repay debts, I occasionally can't stand the sleepiness during the day and get stuck directly, and I will struggle to get in the way of dreams and reality before waking up.

It is probably a kind of mental conflict that arises when the brain needs rest, and excessive anxiety and stress drives the desire to wake up.

Thinking of this, Zhou Kuan pressed the power button of the monitor and it quickly lit up.

Time displayed in the lower right corner of the screen:

January 9, 2009 at 22:06.

Computer desktop is a classic Windows XP background that has been around for a long time.

The half-pull on the left shows many software shortcuts. The icon style is quite nostalgic, and each icon is very clear, even if most Zhou Kuan doesn't recognize it at all.

Looking at these, Zhou Kuan couldn't help thinking: "It's pretty cool to go back 12 years ago..."

After glanced at the fun on the left, the only curly-haired boy sitting was in the face of Liu Nian 12 years ago.

By the way, Zhou Kuan also remembered that due to natural curly hair seven or eight years ago, Liu Nian finally gave up her long hair style and had never seen such curly hair again.

Several young teenagers gathered together and stared at the screen, covering the scene where two or three teachers could simply finish the performance.

Retracting his gaze, Zhou Kuan looked at the computer desktop, and then opened the 2345 navigation browser that is hard to see now.

Click the mouse to enter the search engine homepage, and there is no more fancy things on the browser homepage. It is simple and blank. When you type the keyboard, Zhou Kuan enters some keywords.

Occasionally, he moved his hands slightly, and as time went by, his hand holding the mouse began to exert force;

Several small experiments and the real touch made Zhou Kuan realize that this might not be a dream!

The content displayed on the web page is too complete.

It is obviously different from the general dream where there are only a small amount of key and unclear content.

Finally, Zhou Kuan tried to enter some more important and special keywords.

Those large public events that he remembered that have had a significant impact on human history that had occurred in recent years...

Nothing is available.

Many of them have some inexplicable results, and Zhou Kuan doesn't understand watching the football.

"Will the dream... be so clear?"

Various words such as ‘dream’, ‘reality’, ‘broken dream’, ‘rebirth’ and ‘rebirth’ suddenly swept across my mind, and my thoughts were a mess, but Zhou Kuan could still have the heart to think about:

My buddy now needs to force the boss to answer the answer to ‘How to determine whether you are reborn’!

The more Zhou Kuan was unable to think so, the more detailed he thought, and thought: "It really doesn't work. Can I use this experience to answer a question? I can also give it a thank you for your invitation to show off?'

A second ago, he was dozing in the soft sleeper compartment of the Pu Express train, with his chin on his hands.

The next second I became conscious and reached 10:06 pm on January 9, 2009.

This is unscientific!

After a long time, Zhou Kuan turned pale and gritted his teeth and left the seat. He opened the sliding door and walked out of the Internet cafe.

Snowflakes floating in the sky come towards us.

Zhou Kuan’s first feeling was cold, the kind that penetrated his bones.

‘No wonder it is the color of the white and black.’

As soon as the thought came out, Zhou Kuan shivered a little.

He realized that he didn't even wear long-term pants, and only wore sweaters and non-fluffy down jackets on his upper body - he usually had to be graceful and not warm.

However, compared to these, Zhou Kuan needs to calm down his surging mood and walk into the snow without hesitation in the howling north wind.

The cold made Zhou Kuan's thoughts clearer.

I also recalled more memories.

2009 was the first very representative year in Zhou Kuan's life.

This year, he graduated from high school, passed the provincial second-tier university line for college entrance examination, and finally went to a university in Yangcheng that was calculated as a third-tier university based on admission score.

Zhou Kuan has a lot of memories of this snow in early 2009.

At first, the snow was not heavy and was not taken seriously. Later, it soon turned into a blizzard that swept across the Nanqiu, paralyzing public transportation at the town, county and even city levels.

So the winter vacation was very late this year, and it was not on holiday until the 28th of the year.

It is now past ten o'clock in the evening, and the outskirts of Bai H County are already quiet and no one is there, but he and Liu Nian and others are surfing the Internet in the Internet cafe. It is obvious that it is the time before the winter vacation;

Because the winter vacation of the first year of high school was on, the school also gave the second and third grades of high school for some balanced considerations;

However, I only have to spend a long time in my senior year, and I will rush back to school tomorrow to attend the third or second class.

As for why I haven't come home during the holidays, Zhou Kuan can easily figure it out-

I went home after boarding in high school mainly to get living expenses, but I only received living expenses during the New Year’s Day holiday, so the necessity of going back was greatly reduced.

As he thought about it, Zhou Kuan suddenly felt breathless.

"If you are really reborn, wouldn't you have to take the college entrance examination again?"

"I... I finally paid off my debts and recognized my fate as a waste. I had already accepted my fate. I bought a ticket and went back to my hometown. I just wanted to have a birthday for Xiao An. Why did I reborn in my senior year? After all, the college entrance examination was over!"

"A person like me has been using a waste for a lifetime, with a higher heart, a thin life, and a dish but no need to count. What's the use of rebirth?"

"I had at least a third book in my previous life. I'm going to do it again... I'm afraid I'm going to go directly to the factory, right?"

To be honest, Zhou Kuan's mentality is a bit broken.

In the increasingly biting cold wind, snowflakes fell on the body one after another.

Although Zhou Kuan had thoughts in his mind that he wanted to do it again many times, when it really happened, he found it was difficult to accept it.

“…”

Late at night on January 9, 2009, cold, cold, snow.

Zhou Kuan was kicked back to 2009 by fate, and finally comforted himself:

"If it's true, just act like a couple of people."

When he walked back to the Internet cafe, Zhou Kuan's hair was dyed white by snow.

He stomped his feet and shook off the snowflakes on his body. At this time, Zhou Kuan was so cold that he wanted to die once by the cold wind.

As soon as I entered the Internet cafe, a few teenagers gathered around.

I don’t know if Zhou Kuan’s illusion was that the teenagers next to him who had not yet remembered their names had a special meaning in their eyes when they looked at him.

It seems to be... hope?

"Brother Kuan is back."

"Brother Nian said you can only find it, so you can help us do it."

"Yeah yeah."

“…”
Chapter completed!