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

When Lin Xiuhe pushed open the laboratory door, her name had already been crossed out in red pen.

The cover of the plan was spread out on the table.

[Final presentation of Tsinghua University's Qiming Project]

[Person in Charge: Lin Xiuhe]

Two red lines were drawn across the three characters "Lin Xiuhe," and a new name was added next to them.

【Li Mingyuan】

Zhao Guodong stood by the table, the drawing tube in his hand almost flattened from his grip. Li Mingyuan sat on the other side, a folder on his lap, his face pale.

There was another person at the door.

Wearing a dark blue cadre uniform, with a name tag for the event liaison hanging on his chest.

Manager Luo.

He put the pen back in his breast pocket and tapped the table with his hand.

"Lin, the notice has already made it very clear. In principle, lower-year undergraduate students cannot sign off as the person in charge of the final presentation on their own."

"If you insist on protecting her, then have the department issue a certificate of recognition. If it's not submitted by 9 o'clock, the person in charge at my office will make adjustments."

Zhao Guodong slammed the blueprint tube onto the table on the spot.

"Who told you to cross out her name?"

Secretary Luo frowned.

"Zhao, watch your attitude."

"I was just following the event requirements."

As he spoke, he pushed a list of personnel adjustments in front of Lin Xiuhe; the list was already typed.

[Former Person in Charge: Lin Xiuhe]

[Responsible Person After Adjustment: Li Mingyuan]

Lin Xiuhe walked to the table and pressed her fingertip against the two red lines. The red ink wasn't completely dry, and some smeared onto her hand.

She looked up.

"Who filled it out?"

Secretary Luo closed the folder.

"I'll fill it out for you first to save time. The final presentation plan must be submitted by 5 p.m. today."

"If you're still arguing about who's in charge, then don't even bother with the project."

Zhao Guodong stepped forward and pointed to the adjustment table.

"She led the development of the plan, so why are you crossing her name out and replacing her with someone else?"

Luo's face darkened.

"The project is still from Tsinghua University, and the plan is still yours. The only difference is that the person in charge will be replaced with someone who meets the requirements. Li Mingyuan has stable grades, and his grade level is more suitable than hers."

He turned to Li Mingyuan.

"Li, please sign this."

The pen was handed over, but Li Mingyuan didn't take it; Officer Luo's hand froze in mid-air.

"Student Li?"

Li Mingyuan placed the folder on the table.

Snapped.

The cover was pressed right against the edge of the adjustment table.

"I won't sign."

Secretary Luo frowned.

"Think it through."

Li Mingyuan opened the project task assignment sheet and pushed it in front of him.

"The basic model belongs to me."

"Structural optimization is the responsibility of Zhao Guodong."

"Lin Xiuhe is responsible for on-site demonstrations, emergency response plans, and on-site dispatching."

He took the pen off the notebook and placed it on the table.

"The signature I made in the 'responsible person' section is fake."

Zhao Guodong immediately took over.

"I absolutely cannot sign it. I will only rush in. I will only stop when she tells me to."

Luo's expression grew increasingly grim.

"Are you trying to go against the rules of the competition?"

Lin Xiuhe picked up the adjustment form, her name highlighted by a red line. The "Li Mingyuan" next to it looked like a patch that had been forcibly inserted.

She folded the watch and then unfolded it. The paper made a crisp sound.

"Manager Luo."

"If there's a problem with the equipment on site, who makes the diagnosis?"

Luo frowned.

"The person in charge."

"Whether or not to preserve the display line, who makes the decision?"

"The person in charge."

"The plan has failed; who will step forward to explain?"

Secretary Luo's lips tightened.

"The person in charge."

Lin Xiuhe pushed the adjustment sheet back.

"Then write my name."

Secretary Luo pressed down on the watch.

"Lin, don't be stubborn. You're only a freshman. Change your name, and the project can still proceed. If you insist on fighting for it, by 5 PM this afternoon, you might not even be able to receive the proposal."

A crowd had already gathered outside the lab. Students from the neighboring project group stood in the corridor, clutching their materials and peering inside.

Someone chuckled softly.

"The freshman leader is really daring."

"Tsinghua University is not afraid of things going wrong in the city competition."

Zhao Guodong turned around to confront him.

Lin Xiuhe pulled out the cover with the name crossed out and slammed it onto the table.

"Manager Luo."

"Who has been revising this plan from its first draft to the present?"

Secretary Luo's lips moved slightly.

"That's not important."

Who will prepare the on-site contingency plan?

"Lin, the rules—"

Who is in charge of stopping the line at the city competition venue?

Officer Luo tucked the folder into his clothes.

Arguing with me is pointless.

"If you're so capable, get the department to issue a certification statement."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at his watch.

"If you don't submit the adjustment form before 9 o'clock, I will assume you have abstained."

He turned to leave.

A voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"No need for default."

Zhou Zhiyuan stood outside the corridor holding a mimeographed document in his hand, his cuffs were dusty, and his shoes were wet with snow.

He walked to the door and handed the materials to Lin Xiuhe.

"The supplementary terms just posted by the event organizers."

Article 4.

Lin Xiuhe took the paper, and the fourth line on it was drawn with a pencil.

The person in charge of the final project presentation can be identified by the school based on their actual responsibilities.

Zhao Guodong immediately came over.

"Is this one?"

As Director Luo reached out to take it, Lin Xiuhe moved the paper back half an inch, and Director Luo's hand grasped nothing.

Zhou Zhiyuan handed over another blank form.

[Explanation of Project Leader Identification]

The form is very new. The corners still smell of ink from the printing press.

Lin Xiuhe looked at him.

"Did you go to the event organizers?"

"Um."

"When did you go?"

"Before you open the door."

Zhao Guodong opened his mouth.

"You knew from the start that they were going to block the person in charge section?"

Zhou Zhiyuan placed the soy milk in his other hand on the windowsill.

"When the notices on the bulletin board were being changed, Officer Luo filled out a form next to him."

"The name written is Li Mingyuan."

Li Mingyuan's face turned even paler. Zhao Guodong, unable to contain his anger, grabbed the adjustment form.

"He filled out the form first, and then notified us?"

Director Luo was embarrassed.

"I'm doing this so the project can be submitted smoothly!"

"Don't be ungrateful!"

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at Lin Xiuhe.

"The form is here. The department head is in the conference room on the second floor before nine o'clock. If it's any later, he will have to go to the school office."

Lin Xiuhe took the blank watch.

How did you know I would argue?

Zhou Zhiyuan handed her the pen, the cap already removed.

"If you don't fight for it, I'll have come all this way for nothing."

Zhao Guodong clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"That sounds more pleasing to the ear."

Lin Xiuhe took the pen but didn't sign it. She pushed the soy milk aside.

"We'll drink it when we get back."

Zhou Zhiyuan picked up the soy milk, inserted the straw, and put it back into her hand.

"Take a sip on the way, it's sweet."

Lin Xiuhe bit the straw and took a sip. The hot, sweet soy milk slid down her throat. She handed the cup back to Zhou Zhiyuan.

"Wait for me for ten minutes."

"Eight minutes is fine too."

Zhao Guodong picked up the cover of the proposal.

"I'll go too."

Li Mingyuan took the assignment sheet.

"I brought my notes."

Luo's expression changed.

"Stop messing around."

Lin Xiuhe had already left the house.

In the corridor, onlookers automatically made way for her. She held the certification form in her hand, with the cover of the proposal with her name crossed out on top.

The entrance to the conference room on the second floor.

The department head had just placed the teacup on the table.

Lin Xiuhe knocked on the door.

"director."

The department head looked up.

"So early?"

Lin Xiuhe placed the materials on the table.

"The Qiming Project Leader Certification Statement requires your signature and seal."

The department head opened the supplementary clauses and then picked up the cover of the proposal with his name crossed out.

He looked up.

"Who painted it?"

Zhao Guodong immediately pointed to the door.

"The event liaison said that freshmen couldn't sign up, but they still filled in Li Mingyuan's name first."

Li Mingyuan pushed the division of labor sheet over.

"Director, I can't answer that."

The department head looked at him.

Li Mingyuan turned to the page on the on-site contingency plan.

"The on-site presentation was coordinated by Lin Xiuhe."

"The emergency response plan was formulated by Lin Xiuhe."

"The decision to stop the line was made by Lin Xiuhe."

"If I'm listed as the person in charge, and something goes wrong, no one on the stage will dare to listen to me."

Zhao Guodong then put down the blueprints.

"I'll listen to her too."

"She said go, I went. She said stop, I stopped."

"If she's not on stage, I could ruin the equipment."

The department head pushed the teacup away.

"You're honest, aren't you?"

Zhao Guodong stiffened his neck.

"truth."

The department head unfolded the assessment form, with a pen held horizontally between his fingers.

"Lin Xiuhe".

"If there are any problems with this signature at the city competition, we'll come to you."

Lin Xiuhe stood in front of the table.

"Find me."

"The project team deserves credit for its success."

"The project crashed, and my name is listed as the person in charge."

At the conference room door, Secretary Luo caught up with him.

"Director, this is inappropriate."

She's a freshman.

"If problems arise at the city competition, it will affect the Tsinghua project."

The department head looked up.

"Did you ask the project team before you marked her name?"

Officer Luo was stuck at the door. Zhao Guodong flashed the adjustment form in front of him.

Did you ask?

Li Mingyuan put his pen back in his pocket.

"They didn't even ask me."

Someone peeked into the corridor, and the students who had been watching earlier followed.

Secretary Luo's face flushed red and then turned pale.

"I just acted based on experience."

Lin Xiuhe looked at him.

"Experience can't get me on stage."

She pushed the task assignment sheet in front of the department head.

"Director, please see the actual division of labor."

"Whoever is supposed to sign, should have it written on their name."

The department head turned two pages. Steam rose from the teacup. The clock on the wall showed 8:46.

He picked up a pen and pressed the nib against the certification form.

With a few quick strokes.

[As confirmed by the university, the final person in charge of the Tsinghua University Qiming Project presentation is: Lin Xiuhe.]

signature.

stamp.

The red mark fell.

Zhao Guodong punched the palm of his hand.

"It's done!"

Li Mingyuan picked up the certification form and blew on the red seal.

"Fourteen minutes left."

The department head pushed the cover of the proposal back in front of Lin Xiuhe.

"Go."

"Write your name back in the 'Responsible Person' column."

Lin Xiuhe pulled out a new cover paper.

The pen fell.

[Person in Charge: Lin Xiuhe]

The strokes are clean.

There were no alterations.

There is no red line.

Zhao Guodong grabbed the old cover and folded it in half.

"I'll keep this one."

"What are you doing?"

"Remind yourself that if anyone dares to cross out your name, I'll be the first to slam my fist on the table."

Lin Xiuhe took the certification form and went downstairs.

Officer Luo stood at the top of the stairs, his face grim; he seemed about to speak again. Zhao Guodong had already slammed the confirmation form in front of him.

Snapped.

The paper vibrated slightly as it touched the edge of the table.

"Look carefully!"

"The person in charge is Lin Xiuhe."

Li Mingyuan placed the division of labor table next to the identification table.

"Please include this in the materials as well."

Officer Luo picked up the confirmation form.

The red seal was blinding.

He held the corner of the paper, not turning the page for a long time.

Lin Xiuhe placed the recognition form, the division of labor form, and the new cover on the table.

"Before nine o'clock."

"Will you accept it?"

The project teams lined up in the office were all watching.

Secretary Luo's Adam's apple bobbed.

Pick up the stamp.

Snapped.

[The person in charge's materials have been received]

The red stamp is pressed onto the receiving field.

Zhao Guodong shouted outside:

"The person in charge of the Qiming Project hasn't changed!"

Someone whistled in the hallway.

The few students from other schools who had been gossiping earlier stood by the wall, clutching their folders of documents, their smiles completely gone.

Lin Xiuhe accepted the receipt.

When he turned around, Zhou Zhiyuan was still standing by the windowsill. He held the soy milk in his hand, half of the steam from the cup dissipating.

He handed her the soy milk.

"It's still a bit hot."

Lin Xiuhe took it and drank a sip.

"Eight minutes?"

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at his watch.

"Nine and a half points."

"You've miscalculated."

"Um."

Zhao Guodong squeezed in from the side.

"Zhou Zhiyuan, is your soy milk sweet?"

Zhou Zhiyuan handed over the other bag.

"For you."

Zhao Guodong took it immediately.

"Come often in the future."

Lin Xiuhe stuffed the receipt into the folder.

"He's not joining the production."

Zhou Zhiyuan nodded.

"I ran outside."

Zhao Guodong was sucking on a straw.

"It's hers inside."

Li Mingyuan was holding a notebook of documents.

Stop being sarcastic.

"The plan needs to be revised."

Just as the group was about to return to the lab, they heard footsteps coming from the stairwell.

Director Qin went upstairs. He was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and carrying a black document bag.

He stopped in front of Secretary Luo's desk, picked up the certification form, and the red stamp was still fresh.

Next up is Lin Xiuhe's name.

Director Qin picked up the cover of the proposal again.

[Person in Charge: Lin Xiuhe]

He put the two pieces of paper together.

"That's more like it!"

Officer Luo's hand stopped next to the seal box, and Director Qin pressed the confirmation form back into the plan bag.

"The title 'person in charge' wasn't given with a stamp."

He looked up at Lin Xiuhe.

"Preliminary review by the research institute tomorrow morning at eight o'clock."

"You speak alone."