After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

Song Chunsheng was a student, so when he was studying the second year of high school, he could ask the substitute teachers for help whenever he had any questions.

"Sister, you've lost contact with that Sun Jianshe. What are your plans for the future?"

The question that Chunsheng suddenly raised was one that Chunmiao herself had never considered.

Chunmiao put down her pen, turned to look at her younger brother with a puzzled expression, and said, "Plans? What plans could I possibly have? I'll definitely have to listen to Mom!"

Chunsheng pursed his lips, feeling that he hadn't explained himself clearly.

So he immediately explained, "What I mean is, are you really content to be a farmer for the rest of your life?"

Upon hearing what she meant, Chunmiao couldn't help but laugh. "If you don't become a farmer for life, what else can you be! Even if I wanted to go to the city and get a government-subsidized job, your sister would have to have the ability to do so!"

"If you had the opportunity to go to university in the future, would you be willing to go?"

Upon hearing her younger brother's question, Chunmiao immediately jumped up from her chair, looking at Chunsheng with excitement, momentarily at a loss for words.

But a moment later, she slumped back into her chair, shaking her head helplessly. "I didn't even graduate high school, how could I possibly have the chance to go to university!"

"Even if I had managed to finish high school and get my diploma, the county only had about ten spots for university recommendations every year, and everyone was fighting tooth and nail for them. There was no way I would have gotten a chance!"

After finishing her sentence, Song Chunmiao fell silent, slowly turned around, and continued to help Chunsheng copy the notes.

Chunsheng understood his sister's helplessness.

There are at least forty or fifty communes in the county, and the number of villages is even greater, at least five or six hundred. Add to that the various government agencies and factories in the county town, and who knows how many people could meet the requirements for going to university!

So even if the number of recommendation slots is several times higher than the current ten or so per year, people would still fight tooth and nail for them.

However, in another six months, as soon as the government issues the order to resume the college entrance examination, all of this will be over.

At that point, everyone will have to rely entirely on their own true abilities!

The next morning at seven o'clock, Song Hongqin, as usual, stood at the gate of Chunsheng's house to call him to go to school together.

To her surprise, Chunsheng's mother told her that Chunsheng had left home more than half an hour earlier.

But instead of going to school, they went to the threshing ground they passed every day on their way to school, where they learned martial arts from Zhang Junwu, the village militia captain.

Hongqin was stunned for a moment when she heard the news. Then she bid farewell to Chunsheng's mother and walked quickly towards the threshing ground after leaving the city gate.

When she arrived there, Chunsheng had just finished practicing the last stance of his training. He was wiping his sweat, slinging his schoolbag over his shoulder, and saying goodbye to Zhang Junwu as he was about to leave!

Upon seeing Hongqin standing far away looking at him, Song Chunsheng immediately ran towards her.

"When did you start learning martial arts from the village militia captain? How come I didn't know!"

Hongqin looked at her childhood friend, who was like a mystery to her, with curiosity, but a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes. "Chunsheng, I've noticed you've changed. You used to tell me everything, but now you do everything secretly, like you're afraid I'll find out!"

After Hongqin finished speaking, she turned her head and walked forward on her own.

Chunsheng quickly caught up, forcing a smile, and said, "I haven't changed at all, I'm still the same Song Chunsheng as before. It's just that you... I guess it won't be long before you really change!"

"You're accusing me first," Song Hongqin said, her cheeks flushing slightly as she questioned her with a hint of anger. "Then tell me yourself, how have I changed? If you can't explain it clearly, I'll beat you to death today!"

As Hongqin spoke, she clenched her two little fists.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Chun Sheng immediately distanced himself from the other person and said loudly with a playful expression, "You're 17 this year. Haven't you heard the old saying that girls change a lot as they grow up?"

The moment Chunsheng uttered those words, Hongqin's cheeks flushed even redder. She immediately clenched her two small fists and charged at Chunsheng, shouting, "You're such a sophistry! If I don't beat you to death today, I'll change my surname to yours!"

"Should I take my surname, or the surname Song...?"

Chunsheng laughed loudly and fled forward, with Hongqin following closely behind.

The two chased each other until they finally quieted down when they were almost at the school gate.

Because at this moment, groups of students had already appeared on the road ahead of them.

As upperclassmen, neither of them wanted their innocent side to be seen by other students; they always wanted to leave a mature and steady impression.

Starting this spring, the afternoon labor classes have been completely canceled and replaced with various cultural classes.

However, the 30-minute "daily reading" session every morning was still retained, with teachers or class monitors continuing to read important news from the newspapers to everyone.

If the teacher isn't present, it completely turns into a sleeping class for many students. The class monitor reads the newspaper attentively on the podium, while a large number of students below fall asleep.

But today was different. After the class monitor, Hu Aimin, stood on the podium and read the newspaper for a long time, he inadvertently discovered that no one was sleeping. Instead, they were all staring at each other and whispering among themselves.

So he quietly lowered his voice, and while reading the newspaper, he pricked up his ears, carefully listening to what the students in the first row were talking about.

At this moment, Song Chunsheng, who was sitting in the last row right next to the window, was resting his chin on one hand and tilting his head back, his eyes fixed on a small hole that had appeared in the window paper. He was oblivious to the noisy discussions around him and would not participate in them.

At that moment, the whole class was discussing the same thing: how he miraculously came back to life in the middle of the night after he drowned last Friday.

All students are particularly interested in these strange and unusual events happening around them.

Therefore, the students who were already feeling drowsy immediately became wide awake and joined the heated discussion after hearing this explosive news.

Song Hongqin's seat was on the other side of the classroom.

By this time, she was already suffering from the annoyance of the female classmates sitting in front of and behind her, so she could only turn her head to the side and look at the English notes she had borrowed from Chunsheng.

From the very beginning, she had already explained to those classmates what Song Chunsheng had taught her before entering the school gate, saying that Chunsheng had not died at the time, but had just been knocked unconscious by the water.

But when people heard her explanation, not one of them believed her!

And just then, another classmate from the next table suddenly joined in, and with a mysterious expression, vividly shared with the classmates present the news that had been circulating in Chun Sheng's village for the past two days—a news that would seem outrageous to anyone who heard it.

However, this time, none of the people sitting next to Song Hongqin believed it completely, and they all looked intriguingly in the direction where Chunsheng was.

One of the female students exclaimed in amazement as she watched Song Chunsheng's retreating figure.

"My God! It turns out that Song Chunsheng, who's always been in the same class as us, isn't an ordinary person at all. He's actually the reincarnation of Nezha, the legendary Third Prince who pulled out the dragon's tendons and fought against the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas!"