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

After the math exam, the entire county's No. 1 High School was discussing the final, most challenging question.

People were chatting at the cafeteria entrance, by the playground, and even in the water room queue.

"You actually made it?"

"I heard there were only two people."

"Those two in the first exam room."

Which commune?

The news spread faster and faster.

By the time the afternoon political exam began, many people had already memorized two names.

Lin Weidong.

Lin Xiuhe.

Meanwhile, in the marking office behind the teaching building.

Several teachers are looking through the morning's math exam papers.

Mock exams are graded as they are taken, so the results come out faster.

An elderly teacher with gray hair turned to the last major question and stopped writing with his red pen.

"This process went well."

The teacher next to me leaned over and asked, "Whose is it?"

"Lin Weidong".

The older teacher handed over the test paper. The draft was complete, the steps were clear, and the final answer was correct. Several teachers nodded in approval.

"The foundation is very solid."

"It also has strong computing power."

"It would be great if the county's No. 1 High School had a student like that."

Just then, another exam paper was placed on the table.

It was the last and most challenging question, and it also earned full marks.

The writing methods are completely different.

The old teacher's eyes lit up as soon as he read the first line.

"Who is this?"

The teacher next to her glanced at the name column: "Lin Xiuhe".

There were still whistles coming from the playground outside the window, and people were moving around in the classroom next door. But the attention of the examiners was all focused on the exam papers.

Because this answer is so unique.

For the same problem, Lin Weidong used the conventional solution, while Lin Xiuhe used a different approach. Her method was shorter, required less computation, and yielded the correct result.

The experienced teacher looked at it again, and then a second time. Then, he picked up a red pen and drew a circle in the upper right corner of the paper.

"interesting."

"What's wrong?"

"This child is quick-witted." The old teacher handed over the test paper. "Take a look."

Several teachers took turns flipping through the pages, becoming more and more attentive with each reading.

Finally, one of the teachers asked, "Which school did she go to before?"

"It seems to be from the Red Flag Commune."

"Where are the files?"

"Check it later."

Meanwhile, the political exam began.

Lin Xiuhe was unaware of what had happened in the marking room. She was sitting in the first examination room, reviewing the exam papers that had just been handed out.

Page 1, Page 2, Page 3.

When I saw the more challenging questions, my pen paused for a moment.

Because one of the questions was almost identical to the key points marked in Zhou Zhiyuan's review plan—he had specifically circled the "political major question" on the page from May 28th.

Those words suddenly flashed through my mind.

She picked up her pen and began to answer.

Beside him, Lin Weidong was also answering questions. He was very fast, clearly well-prepared.

When he got to the third major question, he slowed down. The question had changed—the knowledge points remained the same, but the approach was different from previous years' practice questions. Many test-takers got stuck.

Lin Xiuhe continued writing one question after another without pausing.

Time passed, and the sun gradually began to set in the west.

The exam ended with the bell ringing.

the next day.

Day three.

The mock exams continue.

Chinese, Mathematics, Politics, Physics and Chemistry.

One subject after another.

Many test takers are becoming increasingly exhausted. Some are experiencing insomnia, while others are falling asleep at their desks immediately after the exam.

But those two names from the first exam room remained a topic of discussion.

On the last day, all exams were over. A long bell rang out from the teaching building.

The students walked out of the classroom. Some cheered, some were stunned, and some even started comparing answers on the spot.

Zhao Xiaomei rushed downstairs with her schoolbag in her arms, her face full of excitement.

"Finally, the exam is over! I solved the last question! I don't know if it's right!"

She spoke and laughed, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Just then, from the direction of the teaching building office.

A young teacher rushed into the marking room, carrying a newly compiled score sheet.

"The results are in! The first batch of results are out!"

Several teachers in the room looked up at the same time.

The elderly teacher took off his glasses and took the form.

My gaze swept from top to bottom.

It then stopped at the first line.

His movements stopped.

The teacher next to them immediately chimed in: "Who came in first?"

The older teacher flipped the form over and placed it in the center of the table.

In the first place column, there was a name written on it.

Lin Xiuhe.