[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-942":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2280492,4460,"Chapter 942","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-942",942,"\u003Cp>Gu Zengquan was a pure artist and educator; he only knew Zhou Andong by name, not well at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This kid has great love in his heart and responsibility on his shoulders. A few days ago, he and Xiao Jing came to me, worried their sister would freeze, so he donated our school’s annual coal supply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi blinked: “Zhou Andong is donating coal to our school? Why didn’t you tell me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strand of Gu Zengquan’s goatee trembled: “Zhou Andong donated the coal and paid the freight himself—don’t you think arranging the train cars is our job? I’ve been busy with this every day, when would I have time to tell you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi stopped caring about the old man and zeroed in on the key point: “You said Zhou Andong’s sister is at our school?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” An Congwen said. “She’s Zhou Anqin, a freshman in the Design College this year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With such a grand gesture, Zhou Andong must have some demands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhao Qi’s mind, as long as it didn’t blow up the art academy, he’d agree to anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, no special demands,” An Congwen smiled. “It’s just that Zhou Anqin’s roommate, Song Zihui, doesn’t get along with her, so Zhou Anqin asked to switch rooms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi blinked: “That’s it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t even a problem. Even if it weren’t Zhou Andong’s sister, any student making a reasonable room-switch request would be accommodated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen smiled: “That’s all. He mentioned it casually during our chat, hoping I could help Zhou Anqin switch rooms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qi sat stunned for a long moment, then sighed with deep feeling: “Those with great love in their hearts generate their own light, illuminating others. In life’s storms, they add flowers to brocade and charcoal to snow—always holding kindness, always facing toward blossoms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zengquan nodded in agreement: “I have an idea—invite Zhou Andong to the opening ceremony and have him speak on stage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a great idea,” Zhao Qi said happily. “Congwen, you handle inviting Zhou Andong to the opening ceremony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Congwen nodded: “Sure. If he has time, he’ll definitely come for his sister’s opening ceremony—though I worry he’s too busy to spare it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Dorm 408, besides Zhou Anqin, the chubby Gao Yujing, and Song Zihui, the other five had all arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin came back in with a small basin, filled with washed apples, picked one up, and tossed it to the girl near the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yingluo, catch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Yingluo came from a scholarly family in the Jiangnan water towns; her name derives from “a graceful lady beneath the pavilion, adorned in brocade and sparkling jade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was short, with long hair, delicate and gentle, radiating a strong scholarly aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From her clothes, you could tell her family was well-off, but Zhou Anqin had noticed over these days that the girl lived very frugally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was also gentle in nature, spoke softly, and was the youngest in the dorm—only seventeen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Yingluo reached out and caught the apple: “Thank you, Sister Qin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gao Xue, yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin picked up another apple and tossed it to another girl named Gao Xue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, sis!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xue said it, then bit into the apple with a crisp crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a true Beijing girl, nineteen, 1.72 meters tall, independent in character, cheerful and playful with friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it came to serious matters, she was stern and serious, loyal and considerate to those she cared about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huang Yu, yours!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Yu was from Sichuan, with short hair, boyish in appearance, carefree, and loved wandering everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since arriving, she’d been out every day, especially drawn to Beijing’s old alleyways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the past two days, she’d been exploring alleys nonstop and had just returned home less than half an hour ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, Sister Qin!” Huang Yu was only three months younger than Zhou Anqin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining two: one was Kang Na, from the beautiful Yunnan province—a petite, mischievous girl with slightly dark skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was loud and carefree, seemed a bit scatterbrained, and brought endless laughter to the dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one was Deng Lanxia, twenty-two, one year younger than Gao Yujing, who had spent three years as an assembly worker at the Tianjin washing machine factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She secretly applied to the art academy; her family only found out when the acceptance letter arrived and strongly opposed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the eldest, with two younger brothers and a younger sister, her leaving the factory meant losing a vital household income.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she took the hundred-odd yuan she’d secretly saved over three years, packed her bags, and ran away on the night of the 26th, heading straight to the train station to buy a ticket to Beijing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Jing, Sister Zihui!” Zhou Anqin first handed Gao Yujing an apple, then passed one to Song Zihui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Zihui took the apple and sweetly said: “Thank you, Sister Qin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as she lowered her head, a flicker of disgust passed through her eyes; she placed the apple beside her bed: “Too late. I’ll eat it tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin sat on her bed and tossed the last apple to Deng Lanxia, who slept above her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you find a job today?” Zhou Anqin asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Lanxia placed the apple on her nightstand—she’d need it for breakfast tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Deng Lanxia sighed. “Only weekends are workdays—how easy is it to find a job?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Zihui sneered: “If you have no money, why even go to school? Just go back home and farm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut your mouth!” Gao Xue, the Beijing girl, looked down her nose at Song Zihui. “Think you’re special because you have money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You idiot, you dumbass, what the hell are you saying? Fuck your mom, you stupid bitch…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Yu launched into a torrent of curses at Song Zihui—no one understood a word, but everyone knew it was vicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In these few short days, Song Zihui had offended everyone except Zhou Anqin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t care—these so-called “daughters of heaven” were nothing but farm chickens in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for her brother’s plan, these commoners didn’t even deserve to speak to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even if she was isolated, she didn’t mind—as long as she kept Zhou Anqin close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew Huang Yu was cursing her, but she didn’t care—she couldn’t understand a word anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Yu cursed for two or three minutes, leaving Zhou Anqin and the others stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew!” Huang Yu exhaled, then grinned. “Feeling better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!” Gao Xue gave a thumbs-up. “Impressive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smile, then she looked up at Deng Lanxia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Xia, a friend of mine works as a server at Dicos—I’ll go see her tomorrow and ask her to talk to the manager for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1119,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ca80d326d813a247ef6ee6fab1740bd346ffe7286f36fb540b399e8f92dee6e3","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-943","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-941",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]