"Zhao Yu, what time is it..."
The boy beside him rubbed his eyes and asked casually.
Zhao Yu had not yet integrated with the original owner's memory, he could only lean back, closed his eyes, and said, "Look for yourself, I'm going back to sleep..."
"You're so lazy..."
The boy next to him muttered, pulled out his cell phone to check the time, "It's just after five, still more than an hour till we arrive..."
Seeing that the boy next to him did not continue to pester him, Zhao Yu then began to integrate the original owner's memory.
Zhao Yu, an orphan, 18 years old, a freshman at the Northwest University of Science and Technology of Yan Country.
"Another orphan..."
Zhao Yu muttered to himself inwardly, having crossed into the body of an orphan several times before.
After some integration, he roughly understood this world and his current situation.
"A sixth-tier world with no superhuman situations?!"