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

After the results of the preliminary exam were released, almost every freshman in the Department of Automation remembered one name—Lin Xiuhe.

Coming from the countryside, with professional skills as their top priority. This combination alone is enough to generate buzz.

As Lin Xiuhe walked back to her dormitory from the bulletin board, she clearly felt that more eyes were being cast her way.

There was curiosity, surprise, and scrutiny.

She was no stranger to him.

In her past life, she had long understood a principle: when a person suddenly stands at a high position, people's first concern is never what you have done, but where you came from.

Back in the dorm, Gu Xiaolan threw her bag onto the bed as soon as she entered: "Xiuhe, you're famous now."

Liu Xue was drinking water and almost choked: "What's on fire?"

"The entire Automation Department is talking about her," Gu Xiaolan said exaggeratedly. "The top student from the countryside. Do you know what everyone's saying about you now?"

Lin Xiuhe was tidying her desk, not even looking up: "How should we discuss this?"

"Let's discuss whether you only sleep four hours a day."

Liu Xue burst out laughing: "That's pretty outrageous."

Gu Xiaolan sat down in the chair: "Some people say you were a child prodigy since you were little, that you memorized the high school textbooks. The most outrageous thing is that someone said your father is a university professor."

Even Su Qing couldn't help but raise her head this time.

A burst of laughter filled the dormitory.

After laughing, Gu Xiaolan suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, there's a class meeting this afternoon. The counselor notified us, and everyone has to go."

Lin Xiuhe nodded, not paying much attention. It was just a university class meeting.

But she never expected that this class meeting would be the first time she truly understood what Tsinghua University was like.

At 2 PM, all the new students in the Department of Automation arrived.

The classroom was large and almost full.

As soon as Lin Xiuhe entered, she found that many people had already recognized her—some whispered among themselves, some secretly looked back, and some even offered her their seats.

This feeling is not good; it's like being under a spotlight.

The counselor was a male teacher in his thirties, surnamed Wu.

After briefly explaining the school regulations, everyone was asked to introduce themselves.

Starting from the first row, one by one, they stood up:

"My name is Zhang Jianhua, and I'm from Jiangsu."

"My name is Liu Zhiqiang, and I'm from Tianjin."

"My name is Xu Wei, and I'm from Beijing."

The atmosphere in the classroom gradually warmed up, and each person was greeted with applause after their introduction.

It wasn't until Xu Wei stood up that Lin Xiuhe looked at her seriously for the first time.

Wearing a light blue dress and with permed hair, she spoke confidently, exuding the unique self-assurance of a Beijing girl of this era: "My college entrance exam score was 360."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gasp rang out in the classroom.

This score is high no matter where you look at it. Xu Wei smiled slightly and sat down.

Soon, it was Lin Xiuhe's turn.

When she stood up, the classroom was noticeably quiet for a moment.

Many eyes turned to her at the same time, clearly everyone knew who she was: "Lin Xiuhe, from Hongqi Commune."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the back row paused for a moment: "Commune? Rural area?" The voice was very soft, but it still carried over.

Lin Xiuhe continued, "My college entrance exam score was 379."

Boom—the classroom exploded instantly.

Some people gasped, some turned their heads away, and even the counselor glanced at her.

Three hundred and seventy-nine, taller than Xu Wei, and by quite a bit.

What truly shocked everyone was not the score, but the three words at the beginning – Red Flag Commune.

A student from a rural area got the highest score in the class.

The contrast is too strong.

After the class meeting ended, many people came over to say hello, while others watched from a distance without approaching.

Just as Lin Xiuhe was about to leave, a voice suddenly rang out: "You are Lin Xiuhe?"

She turned around, and there was Xu Wei.

Once you get closer, you can see that she is indeed beautiful and proud.

Xu Wei glanced at her a few times, her gaze landing on the faded shirt, then she frowned slightly: "There's something I've always been curious about. The first place winner is actually from the countryside."

The students next to him looked a little embarrassed, because what he said made them feel uncomfortable.

But Xu Wei clearly didn't realize that she was genuinely surprised.

Lin Xiuhe looked at her and calmly asked, "Why can't she be from the countryside?"

Xu Wei was taken aback: "That's not what I meant."

"What does that mean?"

"I just feel..."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts, "The conditions where you live must be very poor, with few books, few teachers, and little information. To still get first place under such circumstances is truly impressive."

This time, Lin Xiuhe did not speak immediately.

Because she suddenly realized that Xu Wei didn't look down on her, but rather that she had never met someone like her before.

The two people seemed to be living in completely different worlds, so they couldn't understand each other.

After a few seconds, Lin Xiuhe finally spoke: "The conditions are poor, but that doesn't mean I won't do well on the exam."

Xu Wei paused for a moment, then slowly nodded: "That's true."

After saying that, she actually laughed, "Looks like I was just being presumptuous."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving several classmates looking at each other in bewilderment.

No one expected that this conflict would end like this—no arguments, no embarrassment, but it made many people remember Lin Xiuhe for the first time.

On the way back to the dormitory, Gu Xiaolan sighed, "You have such a good temper. If it were me, I would have argued with her long ago."

Lin Xiuhe smiled but didn't say anything.

It's not that she has a good temper; it's just that after experiencing so much, many arguments have become meaningless.

What truly matters is not how others perceive you, but how far you can go.

In the evening, the English placement results were announced.

The four of us from the dorm went together. The crowd was dense, even more bustling than a mock exam.

Soon, Liu Xue found her place in the regular class.

Gu Xiaolan was also in the regular class. Su Qing, unsurprisingly, was placed in the advanced class.

Finally, it was Lin Xiuhe's turn. She quickly found her name—in the regular class, and ranked in the middle.

She wasn't surprised when she saw the result, but her heart still sank slightly.

Because this was the first time since her rebirth that she wasn't standing at the very front.

Someone nearby recognized her and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Top in her major, but in a regular English class, how interesting."

Many people laughed along, not out of malice, but simply because they felt the contrast was too great.

But Lin Xiuhe stood there, looking at the list, and remained silent for a long time.

Because she suddenly realized that Tsinghua University has no shortage of first place winners.