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

"It seems that the document I sent yesterday was a bit unnecessary."

After Li Mingyuan said this, many people in the classroom changed their expressions.

Because everyone can tell that this is no longer just polite talk, but a form of recognition, or even admiration.

It's important to know that from the beginning of the discussion until now, Li Mingyuan has been almost universally regarded as the core figure.

A provincial top scorer, second in the preliminary exam, and a student in an advanced English class—he's a genius among geniuses, no matter where you put him.

But now, he admits that he underestimated Lin Xiuhe.

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became subtle.

Some people envy them, some admire them, and of course, some feel uncomfortable.

Especially Zhao Guodong, who was sitting in the third row. His expression hadn't been pleasant since the discussion began.

He comes from Shanghai, and both his parents are engineers. He has almost never been second in his class since childhood, and his college entrance examination scores were among the top in his major.

I originally thought that my biggest rival after arriving at Tsinghua University would be Li Mingyuan, but then Lin Xiuhe appeared out of nowhere, and she was from the countryside.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Professor Chen ignored the crowd's emotions, put away the documents, and said calmly:

"That's all for today. I'll review the list again."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people looked up at the same time.

Sieve it once? What does that mean?

Someone couldn't help but ask:

"Professor Chen, not everyone can stay?"

The old man glanced at him:

"Who told you that?"

Professor Chen's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority:

"I only need people here who can get things done; they don't need to be top students or have special quotas."

After saying that, he left the classroom, leaving a group of people looking at each other in bewilderment.

The discussion only truly erupted after the old man had walked away.

"Still going to eliminate them?"

"That's too strict."

"I thought it was just a study group, but it seems it's not that simple."

The crowd gradually began to leave.

Lin Xiuhe had just finished putting away the documents when she noticed a gaze. Looking up, she met Zhao Guodong's eyes.

The other person didn't say anything, just looked at her for a few seconds, then turned and left.

That look in his eyes, while not exactly hostile, clearly carried a scrutinizing quality.

Li Mingyuan saw it too and couldn't help but smile.

"You're in trouble."

"What's the trouble?"

"Zhao Guodong, one of Shanghai's top scorers, has a rather bad temper."

Lin Xiuhe remained calm: "What does this have to do with me?"

"It wasn't there before," Li Mingyuan paused, "but it is now."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Lin Xiuhe deep in thought.

It was nearly evening when I left the automation building.

The setting sun bathed the entire Tsinghua campus in gold, and many students rode their bicycles along the tree-lined paths. Some discussed their courses, while others carried books to the library. The campus was filled with a vibrant and uplifting atmosphere.

Just then, a shout came from behind:

"Xiuhe!"

Turning around, Gu Xiaolan was jogging over, along with Liu Xue and Su Qing.

"Finally found you." Gu Xiaolan said, panting. "Where did you go today?"

"Discussion meeting".

"We know," Liu Xue said, her eyes shining. "It's spread throughout the entire department."

Lin Xiuhe was stunned for a moment:

"What are you spreading?"

"It's said you stunned a group of top-scoring students."

Gu Xiaolan burst out laughing:

"Everyone outside is saying that a monster has come to the Automation Department."

Lin Xiuhe was both amused and exasperated: "It's not that exaggerated."

"have."

Su Qing suddenly spoke.

All three of them looked at her at the same time.

Su Qing adjusted her glasses, her tone remaining calm:

"The teacher mentioned you in today's English enrichment class."

Lin Xiuhe was taken aback:

"Mention me?"

"Yes. He said that getting first place in your major courses isn't scary; what's scary is knowing where your weaknesses are and still being willing to work hard to improve them."

Gu Xiaolan and Liu Xue were both stunned, clearly not expecting that even the English teacher had noticed Lin Xiuhe.

Lin Xiuhe fell silent, because she suddenly remembered the stack of English books in the library yesterday.

It turns out someone saw it.

A group of people walked towards the dormitory together. When they passed the bulletin board, it was surrounded by students.

"What's going on?" Liu Xue stood on tiptoe to look inside.

The next second, she froze: "They're out."

"What came out?"

"The list!" Gu Xiaolan had already squeezed in, her voice noticeably excited. "Professor Chen's project team's preliminary selection list!"

In short, all the students around him pushed forward.

Lin Xiuhe also walked over.

At the top of the bulletin board was a newly printed list. There were only five names.

First line: Lin Xiuhe.

Second line: Li Mingyuan.

Third line: Zhao Guodong.

……

A murmur of discussion immediately arose from the side:

"Only five people left?"

"That's too cruel."

"This is just the beginning; I heard there will be more eliminations later."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion; some were excited, some were disappointed, and some were unwilling to accept it.

Lin Xiuhe's gaze, however, lingered at the very bottom of the list, where there was a line of text—

The final assessment will be conducted in three days.

Final assessment.

Those four words made the surrounding air quieter.

Because everyone understands that the real competition has only just begun.

Meanwhile, in the automation building office.

Professor Chen was flipping through some documents when the teacher next to him couldn't help but say:

"Old Chen, your students are quite good."

Professor Chen nodded, but his gaze lingered on one of the notebooks—the calculation process left by Lin Xiuhe.

After a long while, the old man suddenly smiled:

"That's good. However, the tallest tree in the forest catches the most wind."

The teacher next to him was stunned for a moment:

"What do you mean?"

Professor Chen closed the documents and looked out the window:

"Showing up too early may not be a good thing."