A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

The moment Lu Nianci walked into the examination room, the entire space seemed to be muted.

Hundreds of candidates—adults whose faces were etched with the marks of time and longing after a decade of waiting—all stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes toward the intruder.

It was a tiny little thing.

A tiny baby, barely taller than a school desk, wearing a clean white dress and carrying a small schoolbag that seemed disproportionate to her size.

She was like a little white rabbit that had wandered into a pack of wolves, so out of place, so...absurd.

"What's going on? Whose kid wandered into the wrong place?"

"Look, she even has her exam admission ticket! My goodness, is she here to take the exam too?"

"Are you kidding me! This is the college entrance exam! Not some kindergarten game!"

Suppressed whispers hummed in the classroom like mosquitoes.

These voices were filled with shock, bewilderment, and a hint of anger at the desecration of the sacred ritual.

For everyone present, this college entrance examination was their only hope, earned through blood, tears, and sweat.

The appearance of a child instantly added a touch of absurdity to this tragic battle.

Even the two teachers in charge of proctoring the exam looked completely bewildered.

One of the elderly teachers, with gray hair, couldn't help but step forward, bend down, and carefully check Lu Nianci's admission ticket and identity document several times.

After confirming that everything was correct, he looked at Lu Nianci's delicate and serene face, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He's been teaching for thirty years; what kind of students hasn't he seen?

But something this outrageous... is truly unprecedented!

Lu Nianci ignored all the stares and whispers around her.

She found her seat, tiptoed, and climbed with some difficulty onto the chair that was a bit too high for her.

Then, like a seasoned old scholar, she slowly and methodically took out her stationery from her bag.

Two sharpened Zhonghua brand pencils, a clean white 4B eraser, a bottle of Hero brand blue-black ink, and a smooth-tipped Hero gold pen.

Everything was neatly arranged on the corner of the table, exuding an obsessive-compulsive level of meticulousness and order.

His composure, like an old monk in deep meditation, stood in stark contrast to the adult test-takers around him who were so nervous they could barely hold their pens.

"Ring ring—!"

The bell finally rang, signaling the start of the exam.

In the classroom, only the sound of pens swishing across paper remained for a moment.

Everyone lowered their heads and began writing furiously about their own fate.

Lu Nianci's corner, however, was unusually quiet.

She did not start writing immediately.

Instead, he spent a full five minutes carefully browsing through the entire Chinese language test paper from beginning to end.

Her gaze swept over the basic vocabulary fill-in-the-blank questions, over the difficult classical Chinese reading passages, and finally landed on the essay question that was worth 60 points.

—From "My Year of Struggle".

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Then, she picked up the pen.

If the answers of other candidates were like a thousand troops charging into battle;

Therefore, Lu Nianci's answer to the question was an art exhibition.

Her speed was unbelievable.

Those questions that others would need to consider repeatedly seemed to require no thought at all for her.

Her gold pen flowed smoothly across the draft paper, leaving behind lines of beautiful, printed text.

She has clear logic and quick thinking.

Whether it was the basic questions at the beginning or the reading comprehension questions at the end, her answers were accurate, concise, and went straight to the point.

The old proctor who had always paid special attention to her couldn't help but pace over to her side again and again.

He was worried that the child would scribble something or simply fall asleep.

But as he looked at the contents of Lu Nianci's exam paper, his steps grew heavier with each step.

His gaze shifted from initial suspicion to shock, and then to... horror!

He noticed that Lu Nianci not only translated the classical Chinese texts accurately and elegantly, but also added supplementary explanations about the source and historical background of the texts in small print!

He observed that Lu Nianci, in her analysis of poetry appreciation questions, drew upon a wide range of sources, from the author's life to the social environment of the time, and then to the imagery and expressive techniques of the poems, providing insightful and logical analysis.

His knowledge and scholarship were so impressive that even he, a teacher who had dedicated his life to teaching Chinese, felt inferior to the test takers!

The elderly teacher felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Looking at that small, earnest profile, an absurd thought uncontrollably welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Is this...is there a learned old monster living inside this tiny body?!

Time passed by, second by second.

The atmosphere in the examination room grew increasingly tense.

Many people have already started racking their brains for the final essay topic.

After finishing all the previous questions, Lu Nianci simply stretched her wrists slightly.

Then, she devoted all her energy to the essay entitled "Battle".

She didn't write those empty slogans.

He also didn't write any pointless whining.

Her opening was earth-shattering!

"Born in dust, raised in mud, Su Nianci, lives towards death."

She wrote about her previous life, the days and nights she spent as an orphan battling death on the operating table.

She wrote about her life, how she crawled out of a pile of corpses and struggled with hunger and cold in the wind and snow with her younger brother.

She wrote about her struggles with vicious relatives in the cowshed.

She wrote about her struggle against greedy human traffickers on her journey to escape famine.

She wrote about her experiences in the military compound, how she used her knowledge and wisdom to fight against the barren land, against outdated ideas, and against jealousy and rumors!

Her writing lacks ornate language, yet it is filled with the most primal and awe-inspiring power!

Every word seems to have been forged with blood and tears!

That was not an essay.

It was an epic about life, about struggle, about an indomitable soul!

As she wrote the last period, most of the people in the exam hall were still frowning, struggling to reach the required 800-word limit.

Lu Nianci raised her head and glanced at the clock on the wall.

There are still 30 minutes left until the end of the exam.

She checked the exam paper from beginning to end.

After confirming that there were no oversights, she stood up.

In this solemn symphony composed of countless tense breaths and the scratching of pens, a clear, childlike, yet incredibly distinct voice suddenly rang out.

"Teacher, I'm handing in my paper."

"brush--!"

The entire classroom, with hundreds of pens writing furiously, seemed to be paused at this moment, coming to an abrupt halt!

Hundreds of bloodshot eyes turned to the small figure.

The same word was written all over everyone's faces.

--incredible!

Handing in the exam early?!

crazy!

This little one must be crazy!