He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Aro is an ordinary college student.

He sat by the window in the lecture hall, gazing out the window.

On the podium, the professor, who specializes in red-headed fruit flies, was talking non-stop while looking at the PowerPoint presentation.

He wouldn't listen to a word. After all, whether or not one studied civil engineering was irrelevant now. The country's major infrastructure projects were basically completed, and the glory days of civil engineering were over.

Now, if the "Civil Flies" want to make money, they have to go to Toilet Island, where there's a lot of underdeveloped infrastructure and a high demand for construction. But the conditions are harsh, and they're surrounded by green-headed flies who don't speak their language. Most importantly, these inferior flies eat excrement; they really don't want to be with them.

His roommate next to him rubbed his arm: "Hey, Luo, what are we going to eat after class? I heard there's a new 'Green Bean Fly' restaurant that just opened near the east gate, wanna try it?"

"I'm not going to eat shit! Your taste is really weird!"

"Let's get used to it in advance. Poop isn't exactly an obscure food. It's better than those perverts who eat fresh meat, right?"

"That's true, those who eat fresh meat are practically demons. But I still don't want to go. I don't want to go to Toilet Island, I want to change careers. I'll take the postgraduate entrance exam in a different major."

A Luo took out his postgraduate entrance exam textbook, flipped through it for three seconds, and immediately dozed off, slamming his fly-like head onto the table.

"No, no, taking the postgraduate entrance exam isn't for me. How about I try my luck? Maybe I can time travel."

My roommate rubbed his head off, played with it in his hand, and said, "I don't think that's realistic. If all else fails, I can work in a state-owned enterprise doing manual labor; I can barely make ends meet with 3,000 a month. At least I can get an invoice if I go to a foot massage parlor."

"I don't have that hobby."

"That's because you haven't experienced it. They wash your feet with rotten, sour apple juice, it's so sour and smelly!" My roommate said, holding his head in his hands, completely absorbed. "A beautiful young lady stretches out four hairy hands, holds your feet, and rubs them repeatedly in the rotten, sour apple juice, marinating them until they're thoroughly flavored. It's so wonderful."

Aro scoffed at this: "That's a waste of food! You've ruined perfectly good rotten, sour apple juice! I'd rather try my luck. I'm going to travel to the world of cultivation and become a Golden Core fly. Then I'll cross the river of time to come and get you. Even a mortal fly like you can ascend to heaven with me, a maggot."

My roommate shook his head: "I'd rather be a common fly. When I'm surrounded by wives and concubines in the toilet, don't envy me."

"That's disgusting! Those green bottle flies all carry immune system diseases; you'll get infected if you go there!"

The bell rang, and the two rushed out of the classroom.

"Eat rice! Eat rice! Eat rice!"

The two rushed into the overcrowded cafeteria, got their favorite rotten orange topping rice, found an empty seat, and began to enjoy their meal.

Aro touched the rotten orange with his hand, then touched his own mouth.

"Delicious, delicious."

Suddenly, a broken fruit fly-like voice came from beside me: "May I sit here?"

They looked up and saw a green bean fly carrying a plate of brown droppings.

"Get out of here, you green ghost!"

The green bean fly slunk away.

Aro said with disgust, "These international students are really hateful!"

"Calm down your anger."

Before his roommate could finish speaking, Aro suddenly lost consciousness and plunged headfirst into the stringy rice.

"Aro, what's wrong? Are you disgusted to death?"

His roommate immediately shook him.

Aro suddenly regained consciousness, a sharp glint appearing in his red eyes.

My roommate breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death! What just happened?"

Aro tilted his head slightly like a bird and shouted, "Such a big fly! Delicious!"

He then tackled his roommate to the ground.

"You're gay! Don't mess with me, bro!"

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Aro suddenly awoke to find himself inside a glass chamber, warm and comfortable, lined with soft straw.

He saw a sharp, yellow beak through the glass and was so startled that he pressed himself against the glass. "Oh no, a bird!"

He reached out to cover his face, only to find that what was covering his face was a pair of white feathered wings.

He stared incredulously at the full feathers on the wings, and was astonished to find that the yellow beak seemed to be extending from right under his eyes.

A jumble of memories surfaced in my mind.

"I've time-traveled? I really have!"

He quickly gathered his thoughts.

The original owner of this body was also named Aro, just like me. Perhaps this is fate.

Originally from the planet Michia, he was a pure-blooded yellow parrot-man who was very satisfied with the two blushes on his face reflected in the glass.

"It's so domineering and awe-inspiring. They actually gave me such a brave race."

The original owner of this body was studying Big Apple Studies at the University of Lima.

"Is this the Big Apple Star I came from?"

"I never imagined that aliens would specifically study the Big Apple."

"I am a Big Apple alien, majoring in Big Apple Studies."

"What's the difference between this and sending my son abroad to learn fruit fly language? Wouldn't that make me invincible?"

He excitedly flapped his wings and soared into the sky: "Big Apple University students challenge alien universities!"

Thinking about this, Aro couldn't help but feel excited, as if he could see his future as a top expert in Big Apple astrology.

His excitement was short-lived, but reality brought him back to reality.

Because he racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what the major courses at Big Apple University actually covered.

Suddenly, the control panel in the corner rang.

He answered the phone, and a holographic image of a girl with a cat's head appeared.

She had a huge yellow cat head, and her orange eyes were exceptionally bright.
"My supernova cat, have you forgotten something important, meow?"

Arro was completely bewildered. San, as was his habit, rubbed his wings and joked, "..."

Catwoman sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

"What the hell are you thinking? Today is the makeup exam day! Even if you skip class every day, you shouldn't forget that the makeup exam day is here, right?"

Aro suddenly realized why he had no memory of the Big Apple astrology in his mind.

"I'll go now."

He rushed out of the dormitory and flew towards the make-up exam classroom.

He flew into the make-up exam classroom, which was empty, so he sat inside and waited.

A moment later, the door opened, and a green jelly-like person walked in.

Aro stood up and politely flapped his wings: "Hello, teacher."

"I am not a teacher, I am Liddell, an agent of the Alliance Special Agent Bureau. Aro, you are suspected of a serious terrorist crime. Please come with us."

"Huh? What? Is there some misunderstanding?"

Before Aro could react, he was captured by a whale-man who appeared out of nowhere.

He cried out in despair in his heart: "This time-travel script is wrong! I haven't even started showing off my skills yet! Shouldn't I have amazed everyone during my makeup exam by rubbing my hands like a fly and licking itself to eat? I haven't even had a chance to go on an adventure and show off on my home planet with the cute alien girl! Aren't I the protagonist?"

Looking at Li De'er's action report in his office, Li Ji asked, "I'm just sharing my experience for your reference. You don't have to copy it completely, do you? The plagiarism rate is way too high. Is his squad leader also a catwoman?"

Rat 30,000 waved his hand: "Don't worry about these unimportant details. The soul-swapping experiment is complete, and the real birdman, Aro, is under investigation. Your memory restoration technique really worked; he confessed everything just from being electrocuted with poop. We can contact our upline now." (End of Chapter)