Chapter 1: The World Falls Apart—Starting a University Through a Live Stream?

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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 streaming was the skill he had relied on in his previous life—and now… it was his only straw to clutch.
A curve pulled at the corner of his lips—he couldn’t tell if it was self-mockery or bitterness.
“I can’t just starve to death.”
He whispered hoarsely.
His body finally moved. Rising, he approached the corner, his fingers brushing over the cold casing, stirring a cloud of dust into the stale air.
Clearing dust, connecting wires, powering on.
His movements were so practiced they seemed etched into his bones.
Half an hour later, a live streaming room named “Xiao Yu Conquers the World” quietly lit up among countless information streams.
No camera, only a pitch-black screen.
The title of the stream was simple—so simple it felt like a sigh.
“A Failed Student’s Monologue.”

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He turned the microphone volume to maximum; the old equipment emitted a faint electric hum.
“Brothers, I failed the exam again.”
His voice was low, carrying the exhaustion and hoarseness wrought by repeated blows from reality.
“Third time.”
“I’m from Nanhe Province. This year, our province’s candidates exceeded one million again. The acceptance rate for the top tier remains the same—one of the lowest in the nation. A million troops crossing a single-log bridge; only a few make it through…”
His voice echoed in the silent night, traveling through the internet, slipping into the ears of other sleepless souls.
It was like a stone dropped into a stagnant pond—no roaring waves, but countless bitter ripples spread.
Many late-night internet wanderers were peers from Nanhe Province. Every word he spoke felt like their own story.
The scrolling comments began.
“Bro, don’t say it, I get you! I missed the undergraduate cutoff by five points last year, now I’m screwing bolts in a factory.”
“I’m from Nanhe too. We only have one good high school in our city; the rest are just for show. The educational resources are so unfair, it’s too hard!”
“Nanhe, Nanhe, hardship upon hardship. My sister is repeating this year; she’s nearly driven crazy. When will it end?”
“Don’t be sad, streamer. Here, let me pat your head. At least you tried.”
Each comment felt like a needle stabbing into He Yu’s heart.
It hurt, yet there was a strange warmth.
He realized he was not alone in this struggle.
This was not just his dilemma but the fate of generations of students in Nanhe Province—a fixation and sorrow carved deep in their bones.
His eyes grew hot; his nose stung.
Just as his emotions surged and the atmosphere in the stream reached a peak of despair,
A cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly exploded deep within his mind without warning!
[Ding!]
[Strong obsession and massive resonance field detected in host…]
[Super High School System activated!]
Buzz—!
He Yu’s mind went blank instantly; all external sounds—cicadas, electric hums, the fan’s whirring—vanished.
Hallucination?
Too much pressure, auditory hallucinations?

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Before he could react, the mechanical voice sounded again.
[Issuing new player task…]
In the next second, rows of golden letters shimmering with metallic luster imprinted themselves like a divine decree onto his consciousness.
[New Player Task: Within three months, establish a top-tier university in Nanhe Province—Longhai University!]
His pupils contracted sharply.
“…What the hell?”
He stared at the words. He recognized every character, but their combination was more absurd than an ancient script.
Build a university?
A top-tier university?
Within three months?
He rubbed his eyes hard. The golden letters not only remained but grew even clearer.
A wave of ludicrous disbelief swept through him, and he could not help but roar silently in his heart.
Good news: as a transmigrator, he finally got a system.
Bad news: this damn system was insane!
“System bro, are you malfunctioning? Look at my situation! This is a new player task? Is this something a newbie can do? I can barely pay next month’s rent, and you want me to build a university?!”
[The host can gain “credibility” by earning others’ trust.]
[“Credibility” can be exchanged for all skills and items in the system shop and is the core resource for founding a university.]
The system’s explanation was brief and cold as ever.
But He Yu felt his intelligence insulted.
This difficulty—forget new players—even if you kidnapped the world’s richest man, three months wouldn’t be enough to build a top-tier university!
“I don’t buy it, you broken system…”
Before he finished complaining, the system’s prompt sounded a third time, cutting off all his thoughts.
[Ding!]
[New player task issued. New player starter pack granted.]
[Host, do you wish to activate it?]