The public toilet in Tangli No. 8 Middle School is more than 400 meters away from the teaching building.

Such a distance meant that Fang Nian rarely went to the bathroom alone throughout high school.

After the bell rang for the first evening self-study period, Fang Nian went to the toilet surrounded by Li Annan and others.

On the way, we passionately discussed the new world opened through the Internet.

"Is Ozawa a mixed race? He's quite good-looking."

"Who is it? The bridge is the most beautiful. It's a bit big. Didn't you see the picture?"

"What do you think..."

Fang Nian occasionally interjected, saying that there would be a trend of dismounting.

As for how to learn more through the Internet, everyone has to figure it out for themselves.

The master leads you in, and the practice depends on the individual, which is normal.

As soon as he entered the toilet, Fang Nian was choked and coughed by the ammonia gas coming towards him.

There are rows of pits on the left side and a urinal trough on the right side, both made of cement, with a hollow bottom used as a cesspit.

The smell is naturally strong.

Fang Nian just coughed and didn't feel uncomfortable. After all, this kind of toilet scene lasted from childhood to youth.

Evening self-study will end soon.

Before the lights went out at 9:30, Fang Nian went to take a shower with the troops.

It's really a rush.

A dozen boys from the dormitory of the entire senior year of high school who were making up extra classes rushed to the small square in front of the dormitory building in a swarm with plastic buckets.

A series of faucets protrude from a half-height stone platform made of cement. As soon as the iron twist valve is opened, water rushes into the bucket.

One by one, the boys filled the buckets with water, flushed it from top to bottom, applied soap, flushed it again, and they were done.

At first, Fang Nian was stunned for a moment, and then blended in.

When the cold water washed down from head to toe, Fang Nian fully felt the reality of returning to high school.

But originally, last night I was still lying in the large bathtub, enjoying the bath and sipping some red wine...

After taking a shower, I returned to the dormitory. Inside, there were eight iron beds with bunk beds in two rows, housing sixteen people.

The mixed smell is unique to the dormitory boys.

After the lights were turned off, there was a moment of silence in the dormitory.

Various conversations followed.

"..."

"What are you doing together at night?"

"I won't tell you..."

"Oh! I still want to hear it!"

"..."

"Has Panlong been updated?"

“A chapter was updated at 8 o’clock, so go to the post bar and read it.”

"..."

Fang Nian, who was using his mobile phone to check something that was available or not, moved his hands for a moment, then closed the open web page.

Sabazui sighed in a low voice: "It's dark under the lamp."

“It’s not too much to earn some money to enjoy life with your talent.”

During the two hours of evening self-study, Fang Nian thought about how to proceed after being reborn.

The original life was indeed very generous.

But I have never enjoyed life itself. Busyness, loneliness and severe insomnia are the main themes.

In his original life trajectory, due to the multiple influences of internal and external factors, Fang Nian had already given up on his studies as early as his second year in high school, and went south to make a living after the college entrance examination.

Judging from the enrollment rate of middle schools in remote towns like Tangli No. 8 Middle School, it is normal for someone like Fang Nian to give up on himself.

Every year, there are three or two top students taking the college entrance examination, and red banners can be hung all over the country.

After reading the math textbook all night, Fang Nian felt that it was not difficult to pick up his studies.

So I decided to enjoy my youth again and test myself with the college entrance examination.

My original education level was only high school. Whenever I think about it, I can't escape the words 'what a pity'.

I also wonder, in this life, there is no need to work as hard as in the previous life to become rich and powerful. After being reborn, are you still worried about having no money?

It’s just that we can’t be like now, where we have to be careful when eating a bowl of instant noodles.

When I look back, the road is right at my feet.

…………

…………

The term Tieba reminds Fang Nian of some interesting things.

During this period, awareness of genuineness was not yet widespread.

There are very few online payment channels. For them in remote areas, paid recharge on genuine websites is like a virus.

Even Q coins have to be recharged through the Internet cafe cashier.

Moreover, the payment channels for copycat mobile phones are single: they only support phone bill payment, and the fees are terrifying.

Take the most common way to log in to QQ for on-demand calls at this time as an example.

Pay three yuan a la carte.

From logging in to QQ on the web to logging out of QQ, it is counted as a single payment, which lasts thirty minutes.

If you accidentally click on the homepage of the mobile phone, it is counted once, because the browser that comes with the mobile phone has no cache at all.

The reason why Fang Nian remembers it so clearly is not because of how much information he checked before writing a rebirth article.

But during the summer vacation last year, Fang Nian, who didn’t have a mobile phone yet, used his home mobile phone to log in to QQ. He spent 63 yuan in phone bills and almost got hung up and beaten...

Search Panlong and read the latest chapter update through Tieba.

In the end, Fang Nian said: "I am inexplicably envious of future update requests."

Nothing else. The current update of online articles is basically three to four thousand words per chapter, and about nine thousand words are updated every day.

Later, it was common for one update to two thousand words and two stable updates a day to be considered a dedicated player.

Um……

Fang Nian is also one of them, and he is also a broken dog.

Next, Fang Nian flipped through the novel that is currently being serialized.

"Urban, fantasy, fairy..."

"Rebirth in officialdom, fighting monsters and upgrading, the portable grandfather in the ring..."

Fang Nian muttered silently.

Gradually a complete plan came into mind.

This was the beginning of what would later be called the Platinum Age of Internet Literature. For a later Internet writer who was a great writer, it could be said that he was at home like a duck in water.

The off-brand copycat phone I have has simple functions, does not support newly installed applications, has no memos, and cannot edit TXT files.

In the end, Fang Nian found the simplest and most effective coding method in his exploration--

Write a log in QQ space.

This is one of the few early 'cloud' synchronizations.

"As long as your thinking does not slip, there will always be more solutions than difficulties."

Fang Nian thought.

"I don't know if my tenosynovitis will come forward."

Thinking so, he typed text quickly with his fingers: "Chapter 1..."

"..."

At twelve thirty-five, Fang Nian rubbed his eyes and put down his phone.

Listening to the snoring coming one after another in the dormitory, Fang Nian put his hands behind his head, trying to get sleepy.

"I'm going to have insomnia again..."

The next day, at 5:40, the school's wake-up bell rang on time to wake Fang Nian up.
To be continued...