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"Where did this dad come from?"

Chen's mother's words completely stunned Chen Ci.

What does that mean?

Mom's back, but Dad's gone again??

Chen Ci turned and went to his parents' room, only to find that Old Chen, who loved to sleep in late, was gone. The bed was neatly made and clean. A quick glance revealed that there wasn't a single piece of men's clothing. Chen Ci then opened the wardrobe but couldn't find a single garment for men.

"Damn it!"

He used veiled insults.

What the hell is this timeline? Can't a family just get together?

Chen Ci took out his phone from his pocket, found the text message Jiang Wanxin had sent, copied the number, and called Jiang Wanxin.

"Feed? Little brother?" Jiang Wanxin seemed to have just woken up, her tone somewhat languid.

"I told you not to call me little brother. If you keep calling me that, I'll show you what I'm made of."

Chen Ci threatened, and Jiang Wanxin was more than happy to oblige: "Okay, okay, when? I'll bring a measuring tape to measure you."

Chen Ci rolled his eyes and asked her, "Didn't you say the world line had been restored?"

Jiang Wanxin: "Yeah, didn't your mom come back?"

Chen Ci said angrily, "My mom is back, but my dad is gone!"

Jiang Wanxin stretched and yawned, saying, "Don't worry, restoring the worldline is a very complicated process and it will take some time to fully take effect. Let me give you an example and you'll understand."

"A straight steel pipe bends upwards at a right angle for some reason. If we want to bend it back, we need to use force. This force cannot be just right in one go; it will either be a little too little or too much."

"Your father's disappearance is a case of overreaction, which is quite common... Just wait a bit, the higher-ups will handle it, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, your dad will be back by noon."

"Really?" Chen Ci asked, still somewhat skeptical.

Jiang Wanxin chuckled and said, "What good would it do me to lie to you?"

Chen Ci scoffed, "Who knows?"

"Instead of worrying about things that aren't worth worrying about, you should think about yourself," Jiang Wanxin said with a smile. "Did you get your graduation certificate? Shouldn't you be looking for a job? Do you want your sister to support you?"

Chen Ci was taken aback. Oh, right!

The timeline has returned to normal, so a four-year undergraduate degree no longer requires five years. Yesterday he was a senior, should he take the postgraduate entrance exam or go for an internship today?

Also, will the dormitory supervisor be replaced?

Are the love letters he left in his dorm room still there?

"I'm hanging up now."

Chen Ci rushed off to wash up.

Toilet.

Chen Qingya had already squeezed out the toothpaste and was waiting for him.

The brother and sister brushed their teeth in front of the mirror, their movements perfectly synchronized, even their rhythms were almost identical.

"Brother, who did you just call?" Chen Qingya asked vaguely, looking at Chen Ci in the mirror.

"A leader," Chen Ci answered vaguely, thinking that Jiang Wanxin should be considered his leader, right?

"Male or female?" Chen Qingya asked again.

"She's a woman, older than me, has a great figure, and is beautiful." Chen Ci knew his sister was about to "check his background," so he simply answered all the questions at once.

Chen Qingya's eyes flickered slightly, but her tone remained soft and sweet: "Brother, be careful. A young, handsome, and inexperienced college student like you who hasn't graduated yet is most easily deceived by older women in society."

My brat is lecturing me now?

"Mind your own business." Chen Ci patted Chen Qingya's head, receiving a fierce glare from the girl in return. He then quickly finished washing up, grabbed two steamed buns and a bottle of milk from the dining table, said goodbye to his mother, and took a taxi to school.

……

Chen Ci's home is in Kuanzhai Alley, and the university is in Pixian County, which is more than 30 kilometers away.

By the time he arrived at the school, it was already 9 a.m.

The good news is that there are no classes before 10 o'clock.

The bad news is that he seems to have to attend classes...

The world timeline merged and recovered, causing him, a college student who had studied for four years, to return to his junior year.

Sin ah.

Chen Ci went directly to the dormitory building.

My three roommates are already up.

When Peng Yujian saw Chen Ci return from outside, he stopped eating his pancake, paused for a moment, looked at the upper bunk with the mosquito net drawn, and asked hesitantly, "When did you go out? I didn't see you."

Chen Ci said mysteriously, "I can become invisible."

A guy dressed in Versace chuckled and picked up the joke: "Count me in, let's raid the girls' dorms tonight!"

His name is Tang Ming, a well-known rich guy at school. He drove an Audi A7 to class in his freshman year, but crashed it into a tree that very day. Since then, he has switched to a second-hand Acura.

Tang Ming has a flamboyant style that conforms to stereotypes. He's a real show-off. In his words, people live to pretend. And everyone likes him to pretend. After all, this guy is really generous with his money. From freshman year to now, he has paid for all the dozens of meals or outings in the dormitory.

The other silent boy, Xu Wen, was engrossed in his studies, determined to go from a third-tier university to a master's and doctoral student, and eventually become a rich and handsome man and marry a beautiful and wealthy woman.

This is the composition of Chen Ci's dorm room: one handsome guy, one rich guy, one pretending to be a top student, and one a real simp. The two empty beds in the six-person room belong to two popular guys who moved out with their girlfriends in their sophomore year.

Chen Ci pulled out love letters from the drawer.

Peng Yujian, with his keen sense of smell, immediately leaned over and exclaimed, "Holy crap, another one?"

Tang Ming's ears twitched slightly. While rubbing his hands together, he leaned closer and urged, "Open it and take a look."

"No." Chen Ci folded the envelope into his pocket.

Peng Yujian curled his lip: "Tch, stingy."

"What, you want to learn?" Chen Ci mocked, "And then write one for your Sisi too?"

"What a joke!" Peng Yujian scoffed. "She thinks she's worthy of me writing her love letters?"

"Oh?" Chen Ci raised an eyebrow. "Not licking anymore?"

Did the shift in the timeline awaken Peng Yujian's intelligence, making him realize that sycophants have nothing left?

That's good. Chen Ci thought to himself that Peng Yujian's timely realization as a friend made him, as an old father, very gratified.

"Love letters are out of the question," Peng Yujian said arrogantly. "My monthly allowance is 1500 yuan. Spending 1200 yuan on her is already pretty good. Want more? No way!"

Chen Ci: "?"

Foreword retracted.

Even a shift in the world line can't save this scumbag!

"Let's go, let's go, class is starting." Tang Ming finished spraying some pesticide and called out to everyone to go to the classroom.

This guy who skips class every other day only attends Monday morning class on time, because that class is "Mao Zedong Thought," a large class where there are beautiful girls from the Department of Economics and Management to look at, and Xixi is one of them.

Therefore, Peng Yujian was also very proactive.

Chen Ci then said, "You all go first, I'll wait down."

"You little rascal, you're probably trying to sneak a peek at the love letter." Tang Ming said, as if he knew everything.

He was right.

It's just not entirely correct.

The main reason is that Chen Ci doesn't want to attend classes anymore. He'd really get sick of reading the exact same things twice during his junior year.

After Peng Yujian and the other two left, Chen Ci opened the love letter, but to his surprise, there was only a blank sheet of paper inside, with no words written on it.

The words are gone!

He shook the white paper repeatedly, but not a single punctuation mark appeared. He then went to the balcony and examined it closely in the sunlight, but it was still blank. So he quickly checked his backpack and saw that the ring was still there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The love letter had "mutated," so Chen Ci had no choice but to go to the dormitory supervisor and ask her if she remembered what the person who left the gift looked like. Unexpectedly, the supervisor told him in a surprising way that the person was a boy.

Man!

Chen Ci was immediately flustered and decided to put the matter to the end!

We can't investigate any further.

The city he lives in is called Chengdu.

At 10:30, Chen Ci walked out of the school gate and went to the teahouse.

Having just recovered his worldline, he was a little disoriented and decided to play a couple of rounds of mahjong to calm his nerves.

……

At the same time.

Fu Tao, the person in charge of Mingcheng Club, sent Chen Ci's personal information to the Nantianmen office.

As a newcomer, Chen Ci needs to report to Nantianmen and receive a player-exclusive "ID card" before joining Jiang Wanxin's team to carry out missions.

In the office, the clerk reviewing the documents glanced at the form, was about to approve it, and had even put the mouse over it when she suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" and looked at it again.

[Note: First-time completion time for new users is 6 hours (in bold)]

Looking at the basic attributes, it has 4 Constitution and 4 Strength.

The clerk froze for a second before realizing what was happening, her eyes widening: "Holy crap!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Colleagues around him popped out from behind their computers.

"Come and see this newcomer!" the clerk exclaimed, pointing incredulously at the computer.

The crowd immediately gathered around.

"Strength and Constitution both at level 4?"

"But the first clear of the dungeon took 6 hours??"

"Good heavens, there's a monster!"

"His Dexterity is only 5 points, his Spirit is the only thing that's good... This guy's skills are weird!"

As we all know, numerical values ​​determine the lower limit, while skill determines the upper limit. A person with high numerical values ​​is not necessarily very strong, but a person with strong skill is truly strong.

A colleague hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, don't go through yet... Quick, someone go find Minister Gong, explain the situation to him, and see if we can get this person to come to our Nantianmen."

……