At that moment, in the boys’ dormitory.
“Brother Zhe, maybe you should go apologize to Professor Chen? You didn’t see his expression—it was darker than soy sauce!”
Zhao Si had a bitter look as he told Gu Zhe everything that happened during class.
Gu Zhe got up from bed, blow-drying his hair calmly in front of the mirror as he said, “It’s fine, don’t worry. Since Professor Chen wants to support his students, I can’t go against his good intentions, can I?”
Zhao Si froze, eyes widening. “Brother Zhe… are you being serious?”
Gu Zhe grabbed a bottle of hair gel and gave his hair a few sprays. His previously messy hair instantly gained shape, with textured layers faintly forming across his fringe. He checked his reflection with satisfaction, set the bottle down, then smiled at Zhao Si. “When have I ever lied to you? Remember last time? That idiot Duan Mingdong didn’t even dare fart in front of Instructor Yang?”
Hearing that, Zhao Si immediately perked up. “Right! Brother Zhe, you never told me how you pulled that off last time!”
“The moment you spoke up, that annoying guy didn’t even dare make a sound!”
Gu Zhe leaned in, all mysterious. “You really want to know?”
“Of course! Brother Zhe, tell me! I swear I’ll keep it a secret!”
Gu Zhe said seriously, “Actually… I’m a time traveler from ten years in the future. I know things you all haven’t even heard of yet.”
Zhao Si instantly deflated, rolling his eyes. “You think I’m stupid?”
“I’m serious. I’m telling the truth.”
Zhao Si waved him off with a scowl. “You don’t treat me like a real brother. I even fed you ‘Farmer Three Punches’ when you fainted!”
Gu Zhe spread his hands helplessly.
Ah, sometimes, even when telling the truth, no one believes you…
As Gu Zhe walked out of the dorm, Zhao Si was still grumbling to another roommate.
“I’d believe it if someone else said they were from the future.”
“But Brother Zhe? With that mouth cursed like Ball King Pelé’s? He says someone will win, and they’re guaranteed to lose. If he’s from the future, I’ll eat my shoes!”
Pelé was a legendary footballer, but in his later years, he became even more famous for his cursed predictions.
Champions League, national leagues, even the World Cup—whoever Pelé backed would flop spectacularly.
Cough cough, Gu Zhe had inherited a bit of that talent.
Even Gu Zhe was sometimes depressed about it.
Every team he supported in one tournament… failed to even make it past group stage in the next.
Every underdog he thought would pull off a miracle? Slaughtered.
Every semifinalist he predicted? Knocked out by nobodies in the quarterfinals.
Good thing he never had a gambling habit in his past life—otherwise, he’d have lost everything, underwear included.
Suddenly, Gu Zhe stopped walking.
Wait a second.
Sports betting?
His eyes lit up.
It was April 2014.
The Champions League was at its peak. The four semifinal teams were about to battle for the final spot.
Even if he was cursed before, now… he knew the future results!
He couldn’t recall every year perfectly, but as a loyal Madridista, the 2014 Champions League final was unforgettable.
In a desperate moment, the Spanish team’s center-back scored a dramatic header to equalize and drag the game into extra time.
And then, in extra time, Atlético Madrid collapsed, letting in three more goals.
A match that would go down in history.
Nobody could have predicted that outcome.
Not to mention the semifinals—Cristiano Ronaldo’s legendary “Five Finger Hill” celebration at Allianz Arena was an all-time classic.
Every football fan knows—some moments get burned into memory like a brand. They resurface without warning and stir your blood.
Just like Gu Zhe now.
His blood was already boiling.
“Two semifinals…”
“One final…”
“And in a few months… the World Cup…”
Oh my god.
Gu Zhe felt his legs go weak.
It really did feel…
Like money was about to rain from the sky.
Before he knew it, he’d walked all the way to the girls’ dormitory.
After a few days of rest, Lin Nuo’er’s leg had mostly recovered, and she could walk freely again.
Today, after a bit of grooming, Gu Zhe looked even more handsome.
Usually, girls passing by might sneak a glance or two. But today, many of them didn’t even bother pretending—their eyes were locked on him.
Gu Zhe’s fashion sense wasn’t anything special. As a typical tech guy, his old wardrobe was filled with various plain shirts.
But money could fix almost everything.
In his past life, after earning some decent cash, Gu Zhe began investing in his appearance. He hired a stylist and got a personalized makeover.
He kept that style going ever since.
The way he managed his hair, his fashion combinations—all of it subtly became part of his lifestyle.
And now, reborn, he applied that same approach to his younger self.
Though he looked a bit less mature, he radiated youthful charm.
Remember, this was an era when the “shā mǎ tè” wave hadn’t fully faded, and bowl cuts were still mainstream.
In that environment, Gu Zhe’s layered, textured fringe—refined by years of upgraded aesthetic sense—was practically a dimensional blowout.
With his naturally handsome looks and demeanor, he could’ve debuted as a star.
No wonder these girls were absolutely mesmerized.
Not long after, Lin Nuo’er came out from her dorm.
The moment she saw Gu Zhe, she froze.
Damn. So handsome.
She could feel her heart skip a beat.
She always treated Gu Zhe like her little brother, a tag-along sidekick.
But now, seeing this taller, more masculine Gu Zhe… Lin Nuo’er realized that something inside her heart stirred uncontrollably.
Seeing Lin Nuo’er slightly dazed, Gu Zhe walked over with a smile. “What’s wrong? We see each other every day, but today… you don’t recognize me?”
Lin Nuo’er rolled her eyes, “Hmph, I just wondered why there was a black feather duster standing here.”
Gu Zhe didn’t argue.
This girl’s sharp tongue wasn’t a recent development.
He suddenly leaned in, lowered his voice, and asked with a playful grin, “So… do you like this feather duster?”