Reborn not to be a beast of burden, I set the rules.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Ye Ming opened his eyes.

The ceiling was still that pale yellowish-white.

He stared at it for two seconds before realizing that he had been back in time for almost a month.

He didn't rush to get out of bed, but took out his phone and opened the "Content Assault Team" group.

She paused on the screen with her fingertips and sent out the division of labor she had thought of yesterday: campus, sports, workplace, romance, and creative ideas... each to its own, and let Ruan Xing try the lifestyle category.

After sending it out, she added: "We have class today, so everyone can write during breaks and in the evening. Xu Wei will continue to coordinate the collection of manuscripts."

The group chat quickly became lively.

Zhang Jian replied with a fist emoji.

Ma Teng said, "Imaginative and imaginative works are tailor-made."

Zhao Kai said, "I will try my best not to write it as a shopping diary."

Chen Yu said, "I'll try campus-themed games."

Sun Cheng said, "Let me take a look at workplace-related books."

Chen Mo replied with "Okay".

Xu Wei finally chimed in: "Ye the Skinflint, you're quite the planner, but you don't do anything yourself, huh?" She followed it with a laughing emoji.

Ye Ming couldn't help but smile, then replied, "Thanks to you, Mr. Xu."

Xu Wei sent an eye-rolling emoji.

Ye Ming put his phone next to his pillow and got out of bed.

Chen Mo had already finished washing up. Zhou Lei was still asleep. Lin Hao's bed was empty.

He quickly washed up, grabbed his schoolbag, and went out the door.

There are two books in the backpack that I borrowed from the library: one is "PHP and MySQL Web Development" and the other is "MySQL in a Nutshell".

He's almost finished reading the book on website building; now it's time to delve deeper into the backend.

I bought two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk when I passed by the cafeteria. I ate them as I walked and finished them just as I reached the school gate.

Ruan Xing was already waiting there.

She wore a light blue denim jacket over a white T-shirt and dark casual pants.

Her shoulder-length, tousled hair was slightly ruffled by the morning breeze.

She raised her hand to scatter the air, but the air was blown away again as soon as she finished.

Her lips were pursed, and her eyes were fixed on the direction of the school gate.

When she saw Ye Ming come out, she took two steps to meet him, then stopped, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

Ye Ming walked up to her: "Did you ask for leave?"

Ruan Xing shook her head: "I wasn't invited."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Anyway, there are so many people in the morning, they won't notice me."

Ye Ming glanced at her but didn't say anything.

"And you?" Ruan Xing asked.

"Thank you."

Ruan Xing said "Oh" and kicked a pebble with her head down.

After a while, she whispered, "With you here, everything should be alright, right?"

You actually believe me.

Ye Ming didn't reply, but handed over the last steamed bun he was holding: "Have you eaten?"

Ruan Xing took the bun, took a bite, and said indistinctly, "I didn't have time, thanks."

"Let's go," Ye Ming said.

Ruan Xing followed beside him, munching on a steamed bun as they walked.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly whispered, "Ye Ming, thank you for your help today."

Ye Ming glanced at her sideways: "It's nothing troublesome."

That girl from her past life suffered quite a bit later on.

In this lifetime, one taste is enough.

Ruan Xing felt a sense of relief.

She finished the bun in a few bites, clapped her hands, and walked with a lighter step than before.

The early morning bus swayed and rattled as it pulled up.

The two got into the car one after the other.

Sunlight streamed in through the car windows, falling into the gaps between the seats.

Ruan Xing sat by the window, turning her head to look out.

Ye Ming sat down next to her, put his backpack on his lap, unzipped it, and pulled out the book "PHP and MySQL Web Development".

He turned to Chapter 3 of the book, which was about database connections. He had read this part yesterday, but he hadn't fully grasped the difference between MySQLi and PDO.

He traced two lines along the margin of the page with his finger, then his gaze fell on the code example.

As the car started moving, the street scene outside the window receded frame by frame.

At 8:30, the bus had already gone several stops.

At the same time, in the computer lab of the Computer Association, Li Yue turned on her computer.

She doesn't have classes in the morning; she's a senior and has fewer classes to begin with.

She tossed her backpack onto the chair next to her, logged into QQ, and scrolled through a few pages of her contact list.

Find the number Fang Xiao sent.

Fang Xiao is her junior, a third-year student, and the vice minister of the publicity department of the student union.

Yesterday, Li Yue ran into her in the cafeteria and casually mentioned that she was looking for a junior who could do UI design for a project. Fang Xiao immediately recommended Lin Ting to her.

"This girl is highly professional and reliable." Fang Xiao showed her her portfolio on her phone. "She just won the national third prize in this year's Advertising Competition. She's the only one from our department to win."

Li Yue glanced at the design draft on the screen. It did have some ideas. She didn't understand the style, but she could tell it looked good, so she asked for the QQ number.

She copied the number, pasted it, and searched for it.

The profile picture that pops up is a hand-drawn illustration, with the nickname "Lin Xiaoting".

She sent a message: "Hello, is this Lin Ting? I'm Li Yue from the Planning Association. Fang Xiao introduced you to me."

The reply came quickly: "Hello, senior! Sister Fang Xiao told me that you can just tell me what you need to do."

Li Yue briefly explained the requirements: a text-based game was about to be launched, and the UI needed to be redesigned.

The style should be simple and youthful, centered at 800px wide, with plenty of white space.

Compensation depends on the final result, starting at 500, and can be increased if the performance is good, up to a maximum of 800.

Lin asked a few questions: What is the approximate age range of the game's target audience? Are there any requirements for the main color scheme? How long will the development period be?

Li Yue answered each question one by one, and added at the end: "Our game is purely text-based, so we don't need to slice images. You just need to provide the style specifications. It would be best if you had specific color values ​​for the background color, border, and font color, either RGB or hexadecimal is fine."

Lin replied with "I understand," and then asked about the main color scheme.

"I think we should use dark blue as the accent color and light gray for the main background, and not be too bright."

Li Yue thought for a moment, then added, "You can decide the color value yourself, as long as it conforms to the webpage safety color."

Lin Ting sent an "OK" emoji.

Li Yue then asked, "When are you free? Come to the computer lab and take a look at the games, so you'll know what's going on."

Lin asked, "Is it okay if I don't have class tomorrow morning?"

Li Yue replied, "Okay, then tomorrow morning. I'll contact you then."

Lin Ting sent a "good" followed by a smiley face.

Li Yue leaned back in her chair and stared at the screen for a while.

She knew the award Fang Xiao mentioned; it was the National College Student Art Competition, sponsored by the Ministry of Education, and it was held every year.

Although she didn't understand design, she knew the significance of this competition; winning a national award meant being among the top performers in art and design.

She recalled that when she was a sophomore in college, she created her own personal website, and the UI was all just messing around with by herself.

Using Photoshop to cut out images and Dreamweaver to adjust the layout, there's no professional designer to help with that.

Back then, it would take half a month to revise a template. It looked okay to me, but to others it was just so-so.

This junior is quite lucky; he's already managed to get along with someone who just won a national award right at the beginning.

That's good, though. She's a front-end developer, and her UI design skills are good, which saves her a lot of trouble.

She closed the dialog box and continued debugging the code.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm yellow glow on the keyboard, each keystroke a shade of yellow.

The server room was empty except for the hum of the air conditioner unit and the sound of keyboards being typed, which, combined, made it feel less deserted.