Top A was reborn as O and was confessed to by his mortal enemy

The old man was somewhat superstitious, but Jin Qilin soon coaxed him into a better mood and he started to smile.

She handed the book to Jin Qilin and sighed: "Although I don't know why you want this book, Xiaoting always carried this book with her when she was alive. This can be regarded as a reminder. Remember to return it to me after you finish reading it."

Jin Qilin quickly assured: "Of course, I promise it won't be damaged or bent!"

Soon, the book arrived in He Shen's hands. He first affirmed Jin Qilin's work: "Not bad, you got into the hospital so quickly, you are worthy of it."

Although Jin Qilin's academic performance, presence, and everything else are mediocre, he has a unique temperament that allows him to blend into any environment and get along with anyone.

Jin Qilin scratched his head and chuckled: "You helped me so much, of course I have to repay you well, but I can't be passive and lazy!"

"I'm almost familiar with everyone in the hospital, except for those important people whom I can't contact, such as the young nurse in the inpatient department, the auntie in the cafeteria, the cleaning lady... I'm familiar with them all." Jin Qilin counted his connections on his fingers and showed them to He Shen.

He Shen was amazed. Even for him, it was impossible for him to get to know so many people in such a short time. It was true that everyone had their specialties.

He sighed and looked at the book. He found that it was a collection of modern poetry. It was not popular, and even a little unpopular. At least he had never heard of the author's name...

Where did Hu Xiaoting find such an obscure collection of poems? Is she a fan of modern poetry?

He Shen casually flipped through the collection of modern poetry. He was not sure whether this collection would contain what he wanted. He was just taking a gamble.

Hu Xiaoting spent most of her time in the hospital before her death. If she wanted to leave any message to the outside world, the most likely place would be here.

Hu Xiaoting's house had been cleaned out and no valuable information was left. Ningcheng University was a public place with such a large flow of people, where anyone could come in and out, so it didn't seem suitable for preserving information.

In fact, He Shen was not sure whether Hu Xiaoting would leave anything behind. After all, no one could accurately predict their own death, and there were too many uncertain factors.

Hu Xiaoting seemed to like this collection of poems very much. She took notes while reading it and marked some good words and sentences with a highlighter.

"In this life, I wish to become a tree, planted beside the lake of your heart..." He Shen's mouth twitched. What a mess! He flipped through a few more pages and found another good sentence marked by Hu Xiaoting, "On the Three Lives Stone, you passed me by..."

"My longing for you is like the Milky Way falling from the sky..."

The more He Shen looked at it, the more he doubted Hu Xiaoting's aesthetics and taste. This really didn't seem like something a top student would like to watch!

Hu Xiaoting actually couldn't put the book down and kept it with her all the time. She only gave it to Grandma Lin before entering the operating room. Was it necessary to have such a shabby book?

and many more……

He Shen suddenly realized something. He looked back at the marked poems and found that there was a number in each of them: a tree, a stone of three lives, and falling from the sky...

1, 3, 9?

He reacted quickly, carefully wrote down the verses, and then pieced them together into a six-digit password:.

He Shen stroked his chin and asked Jin Qilin, "Is there anything in this hospital that requires a six-digit password?"

Jin Qilin thought about it and shook his head: "No, the lockers in this hospital are all locked with keys, not with combination locks. But maybe the dean's safe has a combination lock, haha."

He Shen knew with his toes how could Hu Xiaoting have left the dean's safe password in her book.

"Could it be our school's locker? But our lockers don't have combination locks!" Jin Qilin frowned and thought, "Could it be the computer password? The phone password?"

He Shen looked through the book several times but didn't find any other clues until he checked the book online and discovered that the author of the book was actually Li Zhuoyu's agent.

He opened the title page of the book in disbelief and found a flamboyant signature - Shen Zheng, which was the name of Li Zhuoyu's agent.

"This is a masterpiece that Li Zhuoyu's agent Shen Zheng has worked hard on for ten years. Top star Li Zhuoyu highly recommends it: This is one of the best modern poetry collections I have ever read..."

Looking at the publicity on the Internet, He Shen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Hu Xiaoting not only supported the poetry collection of Li Zhuoyu's agent, but also asked for the agent's autograph. Could it be that Hu Xiaoting is a fan of Li Zhuoyu?

Unfortunately, Li Zhuoyu's agent was obviously just writing for fun. He only published this collection of poems before "stopping writing" and retiring.

Could that six-digit password be related to Shen Zheng or Li Zhuoyu?

He Shen thought about the signature for a while, and then he found that Shen Zheng had only held a signing event when this collection of poems was first released. Most of the people who attended were fans of Li Zhuoyu who loved him so much. The event was held in a bookstore called Golden House near Ningcheng University.

Could this six-digit password be related to the Golden House Bookstore?

He Shen made a quick decision and went to the bookstore immediately.

A moment later, He Shen arrived at the Golden House Bookstore.

He initially wondered if the six-digit number was the password of some account, but he found that there was no place in the bookstore to enter the password.

Obviously, it wouldn't be a certain book or a certain sentence in a certain row in a certain district. Books in bookstores are mobile. What if they are bought by someone else?

He Shen thought hard but couldn't come up with an answer. He even began to suspect that those words were just scribbled by Hu Xiaoting.

Until he saw a few girls who looked like junior high school students leaning over the counter writing letters: "What are you going to write to yourself in a few years?"

"Maybe three years later. It's been so long I'm afraid I won't even remember it!"

"I plan to choose ten years. Anyway, I can take it earlier. The longer it takes, the more surprises there will be! I really don't know what I'm doing in my twenties."

He Shen looked up and found that it was a special service provided by the bookstore called "Time Post Office".

Guests can choose to write a letter to their future selves, select any storage time, and leave it at the bookstore. When the time is up, guests can fill in their current address and retrieval code on the bookstore’s official website, and the bookstore will then mail the letter.

In addition to letters, you can also leave small gifts or books for your future self.

He Shen walked up slowly and said to the lady at the counter: "I want to pick up a letter in advance. The retrieval code is."

The young lady checked the time the letter was stored based on the retrieval code and suddenly became suspicious: "This letter was only stored for a short time..."

He Shen lowered his head and eyes, revealing a little sadness at the right time: "The owner of the letter has passed away."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." The young lady apologized quickly. After verifying the pickup code and the owner's information, she turned around, opened the locker, took out a thick file bag from it, and handed it to He Shen.

After He Shen walked out of the bookstore, he opened the file bag and found that it really contained Hu Xiaoting's things - it was a notebook!