Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

"Why should I get the lower bunk? I registered first!"

At the entrance of the dormitory building, two girls were arguing heatedly, their faces red with anger.

The teacher in charge of registration kept trying to persuade them, but no one was willing to give in.

More and more freshmen gathered around, some smirking, others just watching the spectacle.

Lin Xiuhe stood outside the crowd for a while and quickly understood the reason—there weren't enough dormitory beds, and everyone wanted a lower bunk.

After all, climbing up and down the upper bunk is inconvenient, especially for girls leaving home for the first time; no one wants to be at a disadvantage.

In the end, the teacher made the final decision, arranging the group according to the registration order, and the two reluctantly parted ways. The crowd gradually dispersed as well.

Lin Xiuhe followed the line to register.

"Name."

"Lin Xiuhe".

The teacher in charge of registration flipped through the list, then looked up at her: "Department of Automation?"

"Yes."

The teacher nodded and drew a line on the list: "Dormitory 403, turn left on the second floor."

"Thank you, teacher."

Lin Xiuhe took the keys and registration form, then carried her luggage upstairs.

The hallway was bustling with activity, filled with new students carrying their luggage—calling out to their companions, searching for their rooms, and parents following behind, constantly reminding them: "Remember to air out your blankets."

"Keep the money and tickets safe."

"Don't stay up late at night."

The sounds rose and fell, giving one a strange sense of peace.

Lin Xiuhe walked up step by step, and suddenly felt as if she had been transported to another world.

In her previous life, she had never lived in a university dormitory, nor had she ever truly experienced university life.

In this life, everything starts anew.

403. The address plate appeared quickly.

The door was ajar, and there were already people inside.

Lin Xiuhe knocked on the door: "Hello."

Several people in the room turned around at the same time, and the dormitory fell silent for a moment.

The first thing that catches the eye is a short-haired girl wearing a white shirt, with a capable demeanor. There is an original English book on the table, indicating that she comes from a well-off family.

Next to her was a tall girl with braided pigtails who spoke with a Northeastern accent.

There was also a girl wearing glasses, who was carefully organizing the bookshelf.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting a fourth roommate to arrive.

"Hello," the short-haired girl spoke first, "Is it room 403?"

"Um."

"Come in quickly."

Lin Xiuhe carried her luggage inside.

The room wasn't big, with four beds and four desks. The conditions were much better than the supply and marketing cooperative's dormitory, and you could even see trees outside the window.

The short-haired girl introduced herself: "My name is Gu Xiaolan. I'm from Beijing, and I come from a family of economic cadres." After saying that, she smiled and extended her hand generously.

Lin Xiuhe was slightly taken aback, then grasped his hand: "Lin Xiuhe, Red Flag Commune."

Gu Xiaolan was taken aback: "The commune?"

"Um."

The girl from Northeast China immediately became interested: "From the countryside?"

"right."

"Impressive." She grinned. "My name is Liu Xue, from Shenyang, from a working-class family."

The remaining girl with glasses also looked up: "Su Qing, from Shanghai, both her parents are teachers."

With just a few words, the four roommates got to know each other, and the atmosphere relaxed.

Gu Xiaolan helped her make room, Liu Xue offered to help move the boxes, and Su Qing moved the table to the side.

No one was deliberately making things difficult for her, which made Lin Xiuhe secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Having heard too many stories of dormitory conflicts in my previous life, it seems that things are at least not bad at the beginning.

Just then, Gu Xiaolan suddenly asked, "Xiuhe, do you have a movie theater where you are?"

The air fell slightly still, and Liu Xue looked over, clearly curious.

Lin Xiuhe was not surprised—the question was not malicious, but rather they genuinely did not know.

For many urban students, the commune is a very distant concept.

"Yes," Lin Xiuhe smiled, "but we only show movies a few times a year."

"Really? Yes, it is." Gu Xiaolan was clearly surprised. "I thought it wasn't."

Liu Xue immediately burst out laughing: "What kind of place do you think the countryside is?"

The atmosphere in the dormitory immediately became much more relaxed.

But the next second, Su Qing suddenly asked, "Have you ever seen a computer before?"

The room fell silent again. Gu Xiaolan was also taken aback, seemingly finding the question rather direct.

Su Qing clearly didn't mean anything by it; she was simply curious—because the Department of Automation would definitely come into contact with these things in the future.

Lin Xiuhe looked out the window; sunlight filtered through the leaves.

She suddenly thought of the world many years from now—computers, the internet, smartphones, those things that changed the times.

In the end, she simply shook her head: "No."

This time, she didn't lie.

I have never seen Lin Xiuhe in 1978.

Su Qing nodded and did not ask any further questions.

But Gu Xiaolan suddenly laughed: "I've never seen it either."

"Really?" Liu Xue was stunned. "Aren't you from Beijing?"

"You don't see Beijingers every day," Gu Xiaolan rolled her eyes. "There are only a handful in the whole school."

The group immediately burst into laughter, and the atmosphere relaxed completely.

In the afternoon, after making the beds, everyone started tidying up their things.

Just then, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall girl poked her head in: "Gu Xiaolan, there's a notice downstairs that there's an English placement test tomorrow."

As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Xiaolan's expression changed: "So fast?"

"I heard it's the same for the whole school." The girl said and left, closing the door behind her.

Liu Xue sat down on the bed and said, "Oh no, I'm most afraid of English."

Gu Xiaolan sighed as well: "Me too."

Only Su Qing remained relatively calm, which clearly indicated that she had a good foundation.

Several people looked at Lin Xiuhe simultaneously.

After all, she was number one in the county, so her grades should be the best.

However, Lin Xiuhe remained silent for a moment.

English, that's exactly what she's most worried about.

She wasn't afraid of the written exam in the college entrance examination, but English in university, especially her listening and speaking skills, was her real weakness.

As darkness fell outside the window, the evening breeze from Tsinghua University blew into the dormitory, carrying the scents of leaves and earth.

Lin Xiuhe suddenly realized that her first exam in university had arrived.