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

Suddenly, the entrance to the supply and marketing cooperative fell silent.

Just a moment ago it was bustling like a market, but now no one is speaking.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on the brown paper envelope.

The wind rustled through the locust trees, and even the distant barking of dogs could be heard.

Old Xu handed over the envelope with both hands: "Comrade Lin Xiuhe, please sign for it."

Lin Xiuhe reached out and took the envelope.

The envelope wasn't heavy, but holding it in my hand felt like holding the fate of two lifetimes.

In her past life, she didn't take the college entrance exam, so she didn't have a report card, a college application form, or even be entitled to receive this letter.

And now, it's in my hands, as real as it gets.

Old Xu handed over the registration book: "Sign here."

Lin Xiuhe nodded, took the pen, and wrote her name in the registration column—Lin Xiuhe.

As soon as the three words were spoken, applause suddenly erupted throughout the hall.

It's unclear who took the first picture, but more and more people followed suit, and there was a burst of applause at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Old Xu grinned from ear to ear: "Alright, I've completed my task. The rest is up to you." He then took a step back, making room for the center position.

All eyes turned to the envelope again.

"Tear it down!" Zhao Xiaomei was extremely anxious. "Hurry up and tear it down, I'm so impatient!"

Li Hongmei couldn't help but say, "Yes, let's take a look and see if it's true or not."

Actually, everyone knows it's probably true. But without seeing the paper, they're still worried.

Captain Wang went even further, anxiously circling the crowd: "Demolish it! Demolish it quickly! Don't keep us in suspense!"

Everyone burst into laughter. But despite the laughter, no one urged them to repeat themselves. Because at that moment, everyone suddenly felt tense as well.

Lin Xiuhe looked down at the envelope.

In the upper right corner of the envelope, the red school emblem stands out prominently—the four characters "Tsinghua University" are printed there.

She took a deep breath and then opened the seal.

The sound of paper rubbing filled the air, and the room fell silent once more.

A neatly folded notice was slowly pulled out.

At the very top, the bright red school badge reflects a faint sheen in the sunlight.

Lin Xiuhe unfolded the admission notice, and the first line caught her eye: [Admission Notice]

Zhao Xiaomei immediately covered her mouth, her eyes already red.

The people next to him craned their necks forward desperately, shouting, "Read it! Read it quickly! What part was recorded?" Captain Wang almost rushed up to check himself.

Lin Xiuhe continued reading. At the very center of the page, a line of black text read clearly: "[Approved after review, you are admitted to the Department of Automation, Tsinghua University]"

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The next second, boom—the entrance to the supply and marketing cooperative was completely blown up.

"Tsinghua! It really is Tsinghua! My God! I got in! I got in!"

Cheers instantly soared into the sky.

Captain Wang slapped his thigh excitedly: "Great! Great! Our Red Flag Commune has produced a Tsinghua University graduate!"

As soon as he shouted, applause erupted again—some clapped, some laughed, and some even had tears in their eyes.

Zhao Xiaomei was already crying, laughing between sobs: "Tsinghua, it really is Tsinghua."

Li Hongmei's eyes also reddened. She suddenly remembered the first time the supply and marketing cooperative met Lin Xiuhe. Who could have imagined that things would turn out this way?

Meanwhile, on the other side, on the periphery of the crowd.

Lin Jianguo stood there, staring at the notice, and remained silent for a long time.

The sunlight fell on his face, illuminating the wrinkles left by the years clearly.

After a long while, he nodded gently and said, "Okay." He only said one word, but it was as if he had unloaded something.

Wang Xiulan was standing there as well.

She didn't squeeze in; she just watched from afar, looking at the notice, at the cheering crowd, and at the girl standing in the center of the crowd.

Suddenly, I remembered many things—she objected on the day I registered, she didn't believe it on the day I started studying, and she doubted the results when they came out.

Now that I have the admission notice in my hand, all the steps have been taken, and no one can say anything anymore.

The wind rustled through the leaves, and she slowly lowered her head.

For the first time, I didn't refute, and for the first time, I didn't say anything.

Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Hold a banquet! We absolutely must hold a banquet! Tsinghua University! We have to have a feast! The whole commune has to come!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Captain Wang immediately chimed in, "Do it! We absolutely must do it! This is a momentous occasion for our Red Flag Commune!"

Cheers erupted again.

In the center of the crowd, Lin Xiuhe looked down at the admission notice, her fingertips lightly tracing the words—Tsinghua University.

The path I couldn't walk in my past life, I've finally reached in this one.

But just then, another piece of paper suddenly fell out of the acceptance letter. It was a thin page, tucked behind the acceptance letter.

Lin Xiuhe looked down, and the next second, her gaze sharpened slightly.

Because at the very top of the paper was written: [List of Freshmen for Key Development Program]

And her name was listed in the first line.