A rank of ten thousand in the province for the college entrance exam would probably get you into a decent 211 university. With grades like Jiang Nian’s, he was just about on the 211 line. But the choices wouldn’t be many, certainly not enough to pick freely. The Southern Province has only one provincially-owned 211 university, what is there to choose? The goal of ensuring a spot in a 211 was already achieved, but Jiang Nian didn’t want to stop there. After all, scoring one more point could put him ahead of a thousand people. Scoring two more points could unlock the "Blood-Handed Man Slaughter" title. In the classroom, most people had gone to eat. Those who stayed were either sleeping on their desks or doing homework. Only Dong Wensong, that rare fool, was still chattering away in a mix of Japanese and Chinese. Jiang Nian, bored out of his mind, casually pulled up the system panel. Habitually, he clicked into the task panel to glance at the rewards. He was very envious of [winning], after all... it’s solid money. A savings of three hundred thousand hadn’t made him view money as dirt. On the contrary, he felt the allure of money. Unable to make big money, even making small money gave him the thrill of farming games. Chinese people cannot resist farming games. As he was flipping through the tasks, a red dot in the lower right corner suddenly caught his attention. At some point, a new option had appeared. Jiang Nian clicked it open and found a few Memory Fragments. He thoroughly browsed through them and found that these were all Memory Fragments from past task rewards, all marked as viewed. "Oh, items," Jiang Nian mumbled to himself, habitually clicking them one by one before closing. The instinct of a player who loves freebies—only good habits allow long-term freelancing. Sometimes surprises are hidden among scrap iron. The first two fragments both showed gray. It wasn’t until the last one, which was also the earliest fragment, from one of Xu Qianqian’s tasks that came with a bonus video. Regarding this, Jiang Nian had a vivid impression. It was his second time seeing his "ex-wife" appear. The first was during the system loading, the second was in this video. By the bridge, under the orange streetlight, light rain was drifting. A woman holding a transparent umbrella wore a pencil skirt, her arms fair and slender, her shoulder-length wavy hair exuding a mature allure. However, that was all there was to it. That time, he didn’t gain much useful information. He thought it was just a bonus video, never imagining it could be used. The Memory Fragment was entirely blue, emitting a faint glow, standing out in the gray inventory. Clicking in, it was still at age twenty-eight. The "Jiang Nian" in another future time and space had broken up with Zhang Ningzhi. He appeared dispirited, seemingly ready for an arranged marriage. Entering "memory," Xu Qianqian’s tossed bag came right at him. Since it was Jiang Nian’s second time watching this video clip, he didn’t feel anything special, mainly looking for differences. After all, none of the other Memory Fragments had lit up, only this one did. There must be something new here. Xu Qianqian was unusually angry, kicking and hitting him several times. Agitated, this woman really loved to get physical. Can’t beat the twenty-eight-year-old you, but can’t I handle the not-yet-eighteen you? Just wait, I’ll drench you in drool when we get back tonight. Thinking this, Jiang Nian focused on looking elsewhere—corners previously unnoticed, the floor, the walls. As luck would have it, this version of the video was silent, which actually made it easier for Jiang Nian, completely blocking out Xu Qianqian. There was an unidentified tablet on the floor, its red breathing light flashing. Deja vu, he was more interested in discovering something new. He stared at the tablet on the floor, willing his body to move by sheer thought. Unfortunately, it didn’t do any good. After thinking a bit, a spark of inspiration came to him. In his mind, he silently chanted, "Xu Qianqian must be thirsty after cursing so much." Whoosh, "Jiang Nian" stood up from the floor and really went to pour water. Watching this absurd scene, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but chuckle. What a silly bot logic, Xu Qianqian had long slammed the door and left. But in a way, it was good, allowing him to explore the room at leisure. After pouring water, the bot’s perspective remained fixed. Jiang Nian silently issued another command in his mind, "The tablet on the floor is out of battery, it needs charging." After three seconds, the bot started moving. It walked to the tablet, bent down to pick it up, and then set it on the desk to charge. The tablet responded to the charge by turning on, stopping at a news interface. In large letters on the headline was a very familiar name. Before it was a string of titles, after it something unintelligible. Jiang Nian remarked with emotion, not expecting the class president to have joined a research institute after graduation. But it makes sense, such a good brain would be wasted without serving the country. "Basic science..." Jiang Nian stumbled, realizing he was a new-era illiterate, having a bit of education but not much. Just as he pondered issuing a new command to see what award Li Qingrong had won, thinking he might help her avoid some detours in the future. After all, so-called basic science is about finding hope for success in a slew of failures. Before he could issue the command, the scene in front of him shifted again. He’d originally thought it was the rainy night bridge scene, but... It wasn’t the familiar rainy night bridge, it was a new scene. [At thirty, you got married.] Seeing this line appear, Jiang Nian realized he might have unlocked a new scene and couldn’t help but feel delighted. Hooray, a hidden easter egg! At the wedding, guests were like clouds. Ding ding ding, after a few turns. The bot’s perspective gradually distanced from the crowd, sitting in a secluded corridor. It let out a sigh, but it wasn’t Jiang Nian who sighed. Then Jiang Nian saw the bot pull out a cigarette, striking it alight with a snap, then a phone, scrolling to dismiss messages. After scrolling through the phone, it opened a short video app. Suddenly, Jiang Nian froze, thinking his eyes were failing. The bot’s perspective stayed silent, letting the cigarette burn untouched. [The youngest xxx at xxx research institute in the country, Li Qingrong...] He stared at that piece of news repeatedly, confirming he hadn’t seen it wrong. Seeing the word suicide, his mind blanked. The picture and text kept rolling, mentioning Li Qingrong’s solitary nature, but the video clipped off there. After a moment’s darkness, Jiang Nian exited the Memory Fragment. An item had appeared in his inventory, [Li Qingrong’s suicide note]. For a while, Jiang Nian didn’t know what to say. Feeling either relieved that none of this had happened, or... scared? If he’d known, he wouldn’t have clicked in; this item was a total loss. It would have been better left untouched. Jiang Nian stood up and walked out to the corridor, spending a few minutes feeling the breeze. Only then did he calm down enough to consider looking at the item. Clicking [Li Qingrong’s suicide note], it showed it couldn’t be opened. Jiang Nian: "...This sucks." He thought for a long time but had no clues, after all, it was about the future. Over ten years, anything could happen. In that system-simulated space, he and the class president should have had no interaction, which made the cause even more unknown. Jiang Nian shook his head and turned downstairs to eat. On the way, he consoled himself; it’s always good to have foreknowledge. Any huge problem always has a solution. Before evening self-study. Li Hua sneaked off to eat under the pretext of taking out the trash. Just back in the classroom, the two boys in the first row called him. "Oh no, Li Hua, you’re finished." Hearing this, Li Hua’s face changed, swallowing hard. "The teacher wants you to stand outside the classroom." Jiang Nian added gleefully, "Used the trash as an excuse but went off to eat, right?" A few minutes later, Lao Liu arrived at the classroom, seeing Li Hua standing at the door, he asked sternly. "Why are you standing outside?" Li Hua: "No, I... teacher you..." He instantly realized something, that darn Jiang Nian! In the classroom, Jiang Nian was amused. Withdrawing his gaze, he glanced at the class president in the back row. Li Qingrong seemed to sense something, raising her head just in time. Their gazes crossed, Li Qingrong had a hint of inquiry. Jiang Nian shook his head, "Nothing."