A Long Season
Wang Yue slept so deeply that he lost all sense of time. In a haze, he felt someone come back beside him. His reactions seemed sluggish, and it took him a long time to open his eyes.
He only wanted to check whether Luo Youyou had come back. But the instant he opened his eyes, he suddenly heard a beep.
"Beep. Host detected watching A Long Season. System loading..."
"Beep. Loading successful. Transmigration function starting..."
After Wang Yue transmigrated, he was still in a daze, his head feeling unbearably heavy.
Just as he was about to ignore everything and go back to sleep, he heard someone pounding hard on the door.
He had no idea what was going on, so instead of opening the door right away, he received the memories first.
He was fifteen and in his third year of middle school. Today, he had caught a cold—a particularly bad one—which was why he was at home instead of school.
His body had been weak, and that was why someone else had taken over. For the original Wang Yue, a bad cold like this would have been a lot to handle. But with his current constitution, it would only leave him a little dizzy and muddled.
The old Wang Yue might not even have had the strength to open the door. He probably would have been done for.
Wang Yue's parents both worked at Songjiang City's Second Textile Factory. They were diligent workers, and his father had even become a production-line team leader in one of the workshops.
His grandparents had both passed away. His paternal great-uncle and great-aunt were still alive, but they lived in Hualin with their son.
Speaking of his uncle, he was quite something: a train driver who had even been named