Rebirth begins with e-commerce

One o'clock in the morning, Yangcheng.

Luo Xiu drove his car and sang songs as he returned home from the company.

Suddenly a bright light shone in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously tapped the brakes.

"Squeak...bang!"

After a violent collision, my head hit hard on the airbag that popped out of the steering wheel.

Luo Xiu was squeezed tightly in the cockpit and gradually lost consciousness.

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Head hurts!

Am I dead?

This is where?

Luo Xiu tried his best to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the wall with posters of Kobe Bryant and Yao Ming.

My youth!

He turned his eyes away from the poster and looked around, finding himself lying on an iron frame bed.

This is a four-person dormitory with a computer desk and a wardrobe. There are several pairs of basketball shoes on the shoe rack at the door, and there are socks stuffed in the shoes that have not been washed for many days... Various signs indicate that this is his university doghouse.

"Am I reborn?"

It took Luo Xiu half an hour to recover from the shock of rebirth and convinced him that this was not a dream.

The single diamond king turned into a childish poor student, and his suits and ties turned into loose football uniforms. The only thing that remained unchanged was his handsome face.

A flip phone was found on the bedside, and the time showed Thursday, September 25, 2008, 8:35 pm.

There was an exercise book on the computer desk. When I opened the first page, it was a draft of a love letter. The content was extremely disgusting.

The timeline is aligned.

Although twelve years have passed, Luo Xiu still clearly remembers the embarrassing thing he did back then.

At that time, it was less than a month after the freshman year, and the only people I knew well in the class were my roommates. Based on the principle of striking first, I wrote a love letter to the most beautiful girl in the class.

Now only the draft of the love letter is still in hand, which means that the love letter has been sent.

No, I have to go and get it back, I hope it's not too late.

Luo Xiu didn't think much and ran out of the dormitory.

In 2008, sending love letters to girls was very outdated, but it was nothing to be ashamed of.

The fault was that Guan Shiyu failed to keep this love letter. A few days later, a female bitch in the same dormitory saw it, took a photo of it with her mobile phone, and uploaded it to the school forum.

As the first person to pursue the class beauty, Luo Xiu became the talk of the class.

Every sentence in the love letter became "Luo Xiu's Quotations", and was taken out and whipped to death from time to time.

Just like Grandpa Lu in later generations, even though he has passed away for many years, his voice and smile are still in the minds of fans. One person can build a building with one of Grandpa Lu's quotes.

What's even more frightening is that he can no longer pursue other girls, because the other girl will always ask him: You are only pursuing me after failing to pursue the school beauty. Am I just a substitute for the school beauty?

The existence of Luo Xiu's quotations not only made him socially dead during his four years in college, but it was still the most discussed topic at the class reunion many years later.

Now that I'm back again, I can't let the tragedy happen again. I must recover that love letter.

Luo Xiu panted and ran downstairs to the girls' dormitory, but was stopped by the dormitory aunt, who pointed to the slogan posted on the door.

"In the girls' dormitory, boys and dogs are not allowed to enter."

This kind of discriminatory slogan against dogs was not posted by the school. It should have been posted by a certain ugly girl who often makes mischief.

I'm jealous of those pretty girls whose boyfriends come to fix their computers.

Luo Xiu had no time to defend the dog at this time, so he said politely: "Hello, aunt, I want to find Guan Shiyu from House 233. Can you help me call her down?"

"wait."

The dormitory aunt picked up the landline on the table and dialed the extension number of dormitory 233. She didn't care who answered the call and shouted directly: "I am the dormitory manager. Ask Guan Shiyu to come down. Someone is looking for her."

Luo Xiu actually called Shi Yu because he was afraid that she would not come out, so he asked the dormitory aunt to do it for him.

A few minutes later, a girl in slippers ran downstairs.

She is about 1.7 meters tall, has a good figure, straight legs, and a pretty face with no flaws at all.

Luo Xiu, who was already in his thirties at this time, fell in love even more with this eighteen-year-old young girl.

Men are really a specialized species. No matter they are 18, 30 or 60 years old, they all like 18-year-old girls.

And Guan Shiyu is the kind of beauty who makes other eighteen-year-old girls feel ashamed.

Now what Luo Xiu is thinking is, as expected of me, my vision is really not bad.

It's just that I was too stupid at the time to write a love letter to confess my love when they just met. Only now do I understand that confession is never a clarion call for charge, but a song of victory.

When Guan Shiyu saw Luo Xiu, she raised her eyebrows and said displeasedly: "Classmate Luo Xiu, I haven't promised you yet, please don't stalk me, okay?"

"You misunderstood. I wanted to ask you if you could return that love letter to me?"

"What do you mean?" Guan Shiyu was a little confused.

It was common to ask for a gift back, but this was the first time she saw someone asking for a love letter.

Love letters are worthless, is it worth it?

"I've thought about it carefully. Maybe I'm just greedy for your body and don't really like you. You'd better return the love letter to me first!"

"You are despicable!" Guan Shiyu said angrily, "Who cares about your crappy love letter? I would have thrown it away long ago."

Luo Xiu suddenly became anxious, "How could you throw away such an important thing? Get it back quickly."

"What if I can't find it back?"

"Then if I can't find a girlfriend in the future, you have to compensate."

"I'm afraid of you, so I'll look for it in the trash can." Guan Shiyu angrily turned around and ran upstairs.

After a while, she ran down again and threw a love letter into Luo Xiu's face.

Luo Xiu opened the love letter, confirmed that it was his own handwriting, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

I finally got this lifelong stain back.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner another day." Luo Xiu walked away gracefully as if he didn't recognize his relatives.

Guan Shiyu looked at his leaving figure and smiled contemptuously.

She is confident in her appearance. She doesn't think that the other person wants to reply to the love letter because he has changed his mind. It is more likely that he is playing a hard-to-get game.

Although Guan Shiyu has never been in love, she receives a lot of love letters every day, and through those love letters, she has mastered various theoretical knowledge about picking up girls.

Now I just hate that I am born as a girl and have nowhere to use my ability to pick up girls.

"Want to play tricks with me? I don't have time to play with you." Guan Shiyu, who was overthinking, turned and went upstairs.

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After Luo Xiu recovered the love letter, he saw a senior sitting by the lake puffing away smoke, so he walked over.

"Hello, senior, can you lend me your lighter?"

"Here you go." The senior handed the lighter over.

"Thanks!"

Luo Xiu lit the love letter in his hand, letting the paper turn into ashes and fall into the lake.

All this was seen by the senior, who silently handed over a cigarette and said, "Brother, come and smoke a cigarette, and look at it a bit, women are not worthy, it is better to be a man."

"What?"

"I see you are burning love letters alone. You just broke up with your girlfriend, right?" The senior patted his chest, "It's okay. I have my breasts for you. Just cry."

"No, no, no, no, no."

Luo Xiu fled in despair.

Unexpectedly, an old man with a mental age of more than 30 years old was defeated in front of a student. He really lived in vain for so long.

You can’t blame me for this, I really can’t stand it.

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