Asia, Central Research Institute.
Yue Yang suddenly sat up from his dorm room. It was a sunny day outside the window. The afternoon breeze blew through the curtains, bringing with it the laughter of people playing ball on the sports field.
… What day is it now
Yue Yang was shaking all over. He got out of bed and rushed to the table. He picked up his phone and looked at the calendar. June 28th was clearly visible.
On June 28, five years ago, the night before the meteor shower, he had just obtained a double master's degree and was recruited by the special forces to join the training. However, he had not yet completed the formalities and was temporarily living in the dormitory of the Central Research Institute.
Evolution has been completely reversed, they are really back!
The phone fell on the table with a thud. Yue Yang's muscles tensed and his chest heaved violently. After a long while, he finally let out a gasp of ecstasy, excitement and disbelief, and then he pushed the door open and rushed out without hesitation.
If he remembered correctly, if everything really went back to the original track -
The orange basketball drew an arc on the sports field and went into the net with a whoosh.
The handsome, fair-skinned, and muscular young man landed steadily, smiled and helped his teammates, and people on the side cheered loudly: "Not bad, Fu Chen!" "Well done!"
Fu Chen returned to the sidelines, took the water bottle and poured it all over his head, then shook his hair vigorously. Strings of water droplets reflected crystal light in the sunlight.
"I said, who should call Lao Yue down? We're all going to the army in a few days, and he's still staying in the dormitory fiddling with those books all day." He turned around and smiled, "I'll treat you to the hot pot restaurant at the school gate tonight..."
Before he finished speaking, a figure rushed out of the dormitory building not far away, ran over like a whirlwind, rushed up and hugged him tightly!
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Half a bottle of water spilled out, and Fu Chen was almost knocked off balance. After seeing who was in front of him, he burst out laughing: "What's wrong with you, Old Yue? Why are you so excited when you heard that I'm treating you?"
“… I’m sorry,” Yue Yang murmured tremblingly, with sadness and guilt rushing straight into his nose: “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, you’re finally back, you’re really back…”
Yue Yang rarely showed his emotions, but at this moment, his eyes were red with tears. The voices and footsteps around him became a buzzing background. Some people were surprised, some were joking, and some gathered around him and patted his back teasingly. Countless noises merged into a vague roar, and only Fu Chen's voice, which could not help laughing, was unusually clear: "What kind of apology is this? What's wrong with you, Da Yang Yang? What are you sorry for... Shit, wait, did you feed the goldfish tank in my room to death again?! Let me go! Explain it to me clearly! I will never forgive you this time..."
The crowd laughed and hugged each other, and the golden summer sun shone through the treetops and sprinkled colorfully on the edge of the sports field.
“… No, no, that’s not it.” Yue Yang pulled his brother and wiped his face vigorously. His red eyes were still slightly wet, but his hoarse voice was full of smiles: “Let’s go! I’ll treat you to hot pot tonight. After that, let’s sing karaoke together. Don’t leave until you’re drunk!”
A group of people walked down the sports field, playing and shouting, waving towels and shouting. Fu Chen was still asking questions in confusion. Yue Yang forcefully put his arm around his shoulders. He turned his head inadvertently and saw a slender figure standing quietly under the shade of a tree in the distance.