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

After the English placement results were announced, dormitory 403 became much quieter.

Liu Xue lay on the bed and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, I didn't fall into the worst class."

Gu Xiaolan also relaxed: "I thought I could get into the advanced class, but I almost did."

Su Qing was organizing her books when she heard this and looked up: "The advanced class isn't that great either; there will be even more homework later."

Liu Xue immediately looked utterly hopeless: "Can't you top students consider the feelings of ordinary people when you talk?"

Laughter filled the dormitory, and the atmosphere relaxed.

Only Lin Xiuhe sat at her desk, staring at the English class placement list, remaining silent for a long time.

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

Tsinghua University is different from Red Flag Commune. Here, the best students in the country gather, and everyone has their own pride, and everyone was once number one.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiuhe slowly put the list away.

Losing once is not terrible; what is terrible is accepting failure.

And she—was never one to admit defeat.

At noon, Gu Xiaolan pulled the group to the cafeteria: "Hurry up, or there won't be any seats left."

As soon as Liu Xue entered the cafeteria, she was stunned: "So many people?"

Looking around, the entire hall was almost full, with long queues at the windows. The sounds of talking, laughter, and the clinking of lunchboxes mingled together, creating a lively atmosphere like a market.

Lin Xiuhe followed the group slowly forward.

He handed over the grain coupons and received two steamed buns and a serving of cabbage stew with vermicelli in return.

She found an empty table and sat down. She had just taken a couple of bites when a wail suddenly came from next to her.

"This is hopeless, I can't live like this anymore." The speaker was a tall, thin boy with a distinct southwestern accent.

He stared at the lunchbox with a pained expression. "This meal cost so much. The allowance my mom gave me won't last long."

His companion laughed and said, "Who told you to order meat and vegetables?"

"That's too expensive." The boy sighed. "I should have brought more pickled vegetables from home."

Many people around laughed.

But Lin Xiuhe didn't laugh, because she knew he was telling the truth.

The cost of living in Beijing is much higher than in county towns.

She looked down at her lunchbox and silently calculated again—food coupons, living expenses, book fees, and round-trip travel expenses. Adding them up one by one, it wasn't easy.

This amount of money is enough if you just want to finish your studies, but if you want to do more things in the future, it will be far from enough.

A thought suddenly popped into my head—make money.

The moment the word appeared, Lin Xiuhe herself was stunned for a moment, and then she laughed.

It's too early to think about these things now that school has just started.

But the seeds have already been quietly planted.

After finishing their meal, the group went back to their dorm together.

Gu Xiaolan was called away by her classmate halfway, Liu Xue ran to buy daily necessities, and Su Qing went to the reading room.

In the end, only Lin Xiuhe was left.

Instead of returning to her dormitory, she turned around and went to the library.

The library was quiet in the afternoon, with sunlight streaming through the windows and falling between the bookshelves, and the air filled with the smell of paper and ink.

Lin Xiuhe went straight to the foreign language section—one, two, three books: English textbooks, grammar books, and vocabulary books, piled up on the entire table.

A boy next to him looked up and couldn't help but say, "Hey, are you planning to move the whole bookshelf?"

Lin Xiuhe smiled: "Pretty much."

The boy laughed and didn't bother him anymore.

Time passed slowly, and the library grew quieter as many students left.

Lin Xiuhe remained seated, memorizing words one by one and translating sentence by sentence, as earnestly as if she had returned to the time before the college entrance examination.

Because she knew very well that others would see English.

She sees the future—future automation, future foreign technology, countless future opportunities, all of which are inseparable from English.

I don't know how much time passed, but the setting sun slowly disappeared outside the window, and the lights in the library came on.

Lin Xiuhe rubbed her sore neck and was about to continue when a shadow suddenly appeared on the table—someone was standing next to her.

"Lin Xiuhe?"

His voice was gentle, with a hint of age.

She looked up and saw an elderly man with gray hair—wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, holding a document in his hand, his gaze fixed on the pile of English books in front of her.

Their eyes met, and the old man smiled. "May I sit here?"

Lin Xiuhe was slightly taken aback.

Because she recognized him—the person who had been looking at her grades for so long in front of the bulletin board that morning.

Professor Chen, Department of Automation.