After registration, Lin Yan did not live in the dorm.

The dorm was a six-person room, with no air conditioning and a communal restroom.

In his past life, he slept on an upper bunk for four years, unable to sleep from the heat in the summer and shivering from the cold in the winter.

This life? He wouldn't suffer that misery.

He found a four-bedroom, one-living-room shared apartment across from the school, with a monthly rent of 1600, split between four people, 400 each.

It had air conditioning, a water heater, and a private bathroom.

The three roommates were all freshmen: Wang Hao, from the Finance department, with a southern accent, never putting his phone down.

Zhang Wei, from the Computer Science department, wore glasses, didn't talk much, and typed on his keyboard at lightning speed.

Li Qiang, from the Computer Science department, was from the Northeast, stood 1.8 meters tall, and was incredibly slick at playing games.

On the first day of moving in, Wang Hao started planning his life.

"Brothers, the four years of university cannot be wasted. I plan to join the Student Union. Getting into a bank later requires connections above all else. In the finance industry, it's not about grades, it's about connections."

He took out his phone and opened his notes.

"My plan is: freshman year as a member, sophomore year as a department head, junior year as the president, senior year internship at a bank, and then get hired directly."

Lin Yan lay on the sofa, crossing his legs.

He didn't speak, but inside he was thinking: Good plan, even being a bank teller later counts as being an official.

Wang Hao glanced at him.

"Lin Yan, what about you? Do you have any plans?"

"Haven't thought about it."

He was too embarrassed to tell others that his plan was just to lie flat.

"Why did you choose Microelectronics?" Wang Hao looked confused. "I've never heard of that major. With your scores, it would have been so much better to choose Computer Science. You could get into a big tech company later with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands."

Zhang Wei looked up and pushed up his glasses.

"Microelectronics? The ones that make chips?"

"Yes."

Zhang Wei nodded, didn't say much more, and continued typing on his keyboard.

Wang Hao was still talking: "Me, Finance! Getting into a bank later is stable! Do you know that our department has over two hundred people this year, all elites. The Student Union president is a senior from our department, and I want to be the president too."

Li Qiang, who was playing a game, interjected: "Aren't you tired from being such a gunner?"

"Tired of what? Young people need to strive!" Wang Hao said with passion. "You guys just wait, I'll definitely do better than you guys in the future."

Lin Yan smiled but didn't say anything.

In his past life, he thought the same. Popular major, good employment prospects, stable.

The result? His finance classmates were bank tellers making five thousand a month.

It wasn't that he hadn't tried hard; it was that his direction was wrong.

In this life, he wouldn't explain.

The first week of school.

Aside from attending military training, Lin Yan lay in the shared apartment for seven days.

Wang Hao was busy attending Student Union interviews, leaving early and returning late every day. When he returned, he looked exhausted, but his eyes were bright.

"Lin Yan, I interviewed for the Student Union's External Relations Department, Publicity Department, and Arts Department today, and I made it to the second round for all three!"

He opened his phone and showed Lin Yan his chat history.

"Look, the head of the External Relations Department said I performed very well and told me to prepare for the second round. The senior from the Arts Department even added me on QQ and said I have a good image."

Lin Yan nodded: "Good luck."

Zhang Wei spent most of his time in his room, typing code on his computer. Occasionally he would come out to pour water, always with a focused expression.

"What are you writing?" Lin Yan had asked once.

"A small game," Zhang Wei said. "For practice."

Wang Hao returned from the Student Union, saw Lin Yan lying on the sofa, and couldn't help himself.

"Lin Yan, if you keep lying down like this, won't your four years of university be wasted?"

Lin Yan smiled.

"No rush."

Wang Hao shook his head, looking frustrated as if he wished Lin Yan would live up to his potential.

"This won't do. Look at me, three Student Union departments are fighting over me. How good will that look on my resume later? And you? What will you write on your resume later?"

Lin Yan smiled.

"When the time comes, there will be something to write."

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"You, you're really hopeless."

Then, he sighed and went back to his room to prepare for the interviews.

Lin Yan lay on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

Hopeless?

Just wait and see.

Life is short, I want to lie down and win.

On the eighth day of school, the Counselor called.

"Lin Yan, are you free? Come to the office."

Lin Yan rushed to the department office.

The Counselor was surnamed Chen, a female teacher in her thirties, smiling.

"There's something I need to tell you. The department has a scholarship quota, the National Encouragement Scholarship, 5000 yuan. Your grades are sufficient, just fill out a form."

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment.

"Just... fill out a form?"

"Yes." Teacher Chen handed him the form. "There are 18 people in your major, and there are 3 spots. Your grades are ranked at the top, so there's definitely one for you."

Lin Yan took the form.

"Thank you, Teacher."

"You're welcome." Teacher Chen patted his shoulder. "Oh right, Professor Zhang wants you to go to his office tomorrow."

Lin Yan nodded.

"Okay, I understand."

After Teacher Chen left, Lin Yan held the form and stood stunned for a while.

A scholarship? 5000 yuan? Just fill out a form?

He didn't need to fight for it; he just had to fill out a form.

Returning to the shared apartment, Wang Hao was on the phone.

"Mom, I interviewed for the Student Union, and I made it to the second round for three departments! Yes, I plan to choose the External Relations Department, it has the widest connections... The scholarship? I want to apply too. My grades aren't high enough, no chance... Hmm, I know, I will work hard."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Hao sighed.

Zhang Wei came out of his room to pour water.

"What's wrong?"

"The scholarship, hundreds of people fighting for 5 spots, I have absolutely no chance." Wang Hao lay down on the sofa. "My grades are ranked over one hundred, I don't even need to apply."

Zhang Wei pushed up his glasses.

"Our Computer Science department is about the same, hundreds of people fighting for 10 spots."

Li Qiang poked his head out from his game.

"I'm even worse, my grades are ranked over two hundred."

The three of them were very dejected.

Lin Yan touched the form in his pocket. 5000 yuan, already in his hands.

He didn't speak.

Others are fighting tooth and nail, and I just fill out a form.

It would hurt their feelings if he said it out loud.

Wang Hao lay there for a while, then sat up again.

"No, I can't lose heart. If I can't apply for the scholarship, I will participate in more activities to accumulate connections."

He took out his phone and started looking up information for the Student Union's second round of interviews.

The next day.

Lin Yan arrived at Professor Zhang's office.

Professor Zhang was over fifty, with graying hair, and in high spirits. The desk was piled high with documents and materials, and chip structure diagrams were posted on the wall.

"You're here? Sit."

Lin Yan sat down.

"Lin Yan, you signed up for the Chip Design track?"

"Yes."

"Why choose this track?"

Lin Yan thought about it.

"I just picked it randomly."

Professor Zhang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Interesting. Of the 18 people in your class, only 3 signed up for Chip Design. Everyone else is in the Materials track."

He stood up, walked to the wall, and pointed at the chip structure diagram.

"Chip Design is a niche field, but I think it will have great development in the future. The country values this now, and there is a shortage of people."

Lin Yan nodded but didn't say anything.

Of course he knew.

In his past life, Microelectronics went from a niche field to a popular one in just five years.

The starting salary for graduates rose from 5000 to 30,000, and they still couldn't hire enough people.

"There is a project, follow the senior student to work on it, and there is a subsidy," Professor Zhang said. "300 a month, are you interested?"

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment.

A project? And money?

"Interested."

"Then it's settled." Professor Zhang nodded. "Go to the laboratory tomorrow, I will introduce you to a few senior students."

Lin Yan walked out of the office, his feelings a bit complex.

He didn't take the initiative to fight for anything, the project came to him on its own.

And it came with money.

Is this lying down and winning?

It seems so.

Returning to the shared apartment, Wang Hao was practicing his interview in front of the mirror.

"Hello, Judges, I am Wang Hao, from the Finance department..."

He practiced very seriously, over and over again.

Zhang Wei was typing code in his room, the keyboard clattering.

Li Qiang was playing games in the living room, the keyboard also clattering.

Lin Yan lay on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

In this life, he chose the right major, and the lying down and winning had already begun.

He closed his eyes.

Tomorrow, go see the project.

He had so many entrepreneurial stories hidden in his mind; Dongge and Uncle Ma's probably wouldn't be useful. DJI and Unitree were still too early for now.

Regardless, an entrepreneurial project must have a part for him.

Lie down and win forever!

Haha...