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Nanhe Province, Jinling City.
In the fiery heat of July, the entire city felt like a massive, airtight steam chamber.
The cicadas’ cries pierced through the old window glass, transforming into sharp sound waves that repeatedly stabbed his eardrums. The air was thick and sticky, carrying a musty stench of sweat mixed with dust, each breath suffocating his chest.
In a rented room less than ten square meters in size, the light was dim.
He Yu’s body was frozen stiff in the chair, motionless.
His gaze was fixed unwaveringly on the computer screen, where two glaring red characters—“Not Admitted”—burned like searing irons on his retina.
This was the third time he had seen those three words.
As a transmigrator, he had inherited all the original memories, along with this suffocating despair.
Nanhe Province was synonymous with the hellish gaokao—the college entrance examination. Among a million candidates crossing a narrow bridge, he had once again been pushed into the icy water, bone-chilling and cruel.
A lump of cotton seemed lodged in his throat, strangling his breath.
This was how his journey began after crossing over—apocalypse from the start.
His parents had died early, the house was empty. The gaokao was the only lifeline he could grasp.
Now, the lifeline had snapped.
Where lay the path to the future?
His dry eyes slowly shifted their gaze around the cramped space before settling on the corner of the wall.
There, a set of cheaply purchased live streaming equipment lay quietly.
Live