Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

In the office, Director Qin was still explaining the competition arrangements:

"This youth science and technology competition is not an internal school competition, but a joint effort by several key universities in Beijing. The winning projects will be directly reviewed by research institutes."

Li Mingyuan's eyes lit up noticeably, and Zhao Guodong also became serious.

Because everyone knows what this means—if you can stand out here, many things will go much smoother in the future.

But Lin Xiuhe's attention was still on the list.

Zhou Zhiyuan, those three characters lay there quietly.

Training provider: Beijing Mechanical System.

Training period: November.

Looking at those words, she suddenly remembered her past life. Zhou Zhiyuan hadn't come to Beijing back then, at least not to her.

Is it because I was reborn that many things have changed?

Thinking about this, she was momentarily lost in thought for the first time.

"Lin Xiuhe?" A voice suddenly came.

She looked up and found Director Qin looking at her: "Is there a problem?"

"no."

"That's good." Director Qin nodded and continued explaining the project details.

Half an hour later, the meeting ended. The group left the office carrying their documents.

As soon as he stepped outside, Li Mingyuan stretched and yawned: "Finally, it's over."

Zhao Guodong snorted coldly: "Weren't you listening quite attentively just now?"

"Being diligent and being tired aren't mutually exclusive," Li Mingyuan said matter-of-factly, then looked at Lin Xiuhe, "What's wrong with you?"

"What? What happened?"

"I was spacing out just now."

Lin Xiuhe looked down at the documents, saying, "Thinking about something."

"What's wrong?"

"Private matter."

Li Mingyuan wisely kept quiet. He noticed that Lin Xiuhe seemed to be spacing out occasionally these past few days—something she almost never did before.

The three of them went downstairs, ready to part ways.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out: "Xiuhe!"

Gu Xiaolan jogged over, holding a piece of paper in her hand: "I've finally found you."

"What's wrong?"

"Class notification." Gu Xiaolan handed over the paper. "The school-wide English diagnostic rankings are out."

Lin Xiuhe was startled, having almost forgotten about this. Zhao Guodong also stopped and subconsciously looked over.

The paper was covered with names, from first to last.

Li Mingyuan whistled: "So fast?"

"It was just posted today." Gu Xiaolan had obviously just returned from the bulletin board, her face still beaming with excitement. "Take a look."

Several people lowered their heads together.

At the top: Xu Wei, 94 points, ranked very high.

Continuing on: Su Qing, 89 points.

Then, Gu Xiaolan, Liu Xue...

Lin Xiuhe continued searching backwards.

Finally, in the lower middle position, I saw my name – Seventy-Three.

It improved by eleven points compared to the last test.

Gu Xiaolan's eyes widened: "Eleven points? So fast?"

If Liu Xue were here, she would probably have already screamed.

What shocked Zhao Guodong even more was that he looked up and quickly found his score—75 points.

She scored only two points higher than Lin Xiuhe.

Two points.

This number silenced him. Just two weeks ago, the two were separated by a full six points.

There are only two points left.

At this rate, she might catch up next time.

Thinking about this, Zhao Guodong suddenly felt an indescribable pressure.

"Congratulations," he said, his tone somewhat complicated.

Lin Xiuhe smiled and said, "Thank you."

Gu Xiaolan was already ecstatic: "I knew it! Getting up at six every day isn't for nothing! It's only been a short time, in another month, won't I be flying high?"

Li Mingyuan couldn't help but laugh: "That's actually quite possible."

Lin Xiuhe remained silent, because she knew very well that 73 points was still not enough; it was far from the level she wanted.

Evening, at the library.

Lin Xiuhe sat by the window as usual, with an English book and competition materials in front of her.

As night deepened outside the window, the library grew increasingly quiet.

Suddenly, a piece of paper was placed on the table.

She looked up. Professor Chen. The old man had arrived sometime earlier.

"teacher."

"Take a look," Professor Chen said, pointing to the paper.

Lin Xiuhe looked down; it was an application form with the words "Application for Participation in Beijing Youth Science and Technology Competition" written at the top.

She was slightly taken aback: "Wasn't it already decided?"

"It's about joining the team, not being the main person in charge."

Lin Xiuhe looked up: "What do you mean?"

Professor Chen looked at her and slowly said, "The research institute wants you to give it a try. If you can secure it, you'll be in charge of the project."

boom--

Even Lin Xiuhe was stunned.

In charge of the project? She's just a freshman, and only recently enrolled.

Professor Chen seemed to see no problem with it, and simply said, "I've given you the chance. Do you dare to take it?"

Outside the window, the night wind rustled through the leaves.

Lin Xiuhe looked down at the registration form and remained silent for a long time.

Because she knew that if she took on this project, she would stand in front of everyone for the first time.

Meanwhile, at Beijing Railway Station.

A train slowly pulled into the station.

In the crowd, a man in overalls got off the bus carrying his luggage and looked up at Beijing in the night.

He then took out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which was written an address: Mechanical Systems Training Registration Office.

The man smiled and stepped forward.

No one knew that he arrived a full ten days earlier than the notified date.