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

"I've found the person."

It was already dark when the call ended.

Professor Chen was the only one left in his office in the Automation Building. The old man stood by the window, gazing at the distant lights, motionless for a long time.

Even he himself didn't expect that a freshman who had just entered university could actually see the problem with that plan.

And it's not about luck, it's about mindset.

This is more valuable than grades, because grades can be developed through practice, but thinking skills can not.

Thinking of this, Professor Chen suddenly smiled:

"The Red Flag Commune... has indeed produced a treasure."

Meanwhile, in dormitory 403.

Gu Xiaolan has gone mad:

"Xiuhe! What have you done?"

"What?"

"The entire Automation Department is talking about you!"

Liu Xue sat up abruptly from the bed:

"There was a lot of discussion downstairs just now. Someone said Professor Chen slammed his fist on the table, and someone else said you found fault with the institute's proposal. Is that true?"

Lin Xiuhe was both amused and exasperated.

Rumors always spread faster than the truth. What was supposed to be just an assessment had, by the end, almost become her taking on the entire research institute single-handedly.

Su Qing put down her book and glanced at her:

You'll be even more famous tomorrow.

Why?

"Because the list has already been posted."

Lin Xiuhe was slightly taken aback:

"What list?"

"The list of key trainees," Su Qing said calmly. "Only three people from the entire department made it in."

Gu Xiaolan immediately replied:

"You, Li Mingyuan, and Zhao Guodong. Everyone else has been eliminated."

Lin Xiuhe fell silent.

She knew Professor Chen would be selective, but she didn't expect the selection process to be so ruthless. Out of five people, two were eliminated immediately.

This means that the competition will only become more intense in the future.

Just then, a bell rang outside the dormitory building—it was lights out time.

The group went back to their beds, but Lin Xiuhe did not fall asleep immediately.

Moonlight streamed through the leaves outside the window, and she thought of the assessment she had taken during the day, as well as many things from her past life.

If she hadn't been reborn, where would she be now? Perhaps she would be married, or perhaps she would be worrying about daily necessities, instead of sitting in Tsinghua University discussing automation and the future.

Thinking about this, she suddenly felt a sense of relief.

I'm glad I didn't give up, and I'm glad I left the Red Flag Commune.

The next day, it was English class.

This was Lin Xiuhe's first formal English class after entering Tsinghua University.

The classroom was much larger than usual because regular and advanced classes were held at the same time, only the seating areas were different.

As soon as Lin Xiuhe entered the room, she felt many eyes on her.

Yesterday's events have spread, and now many people know her—she's ranked first in her major, a key student under Professor Chen's tutelage, and a representative figure among the new students in the Department of Automation.

These labels are being quickly attached to her.

However, there is another label: regular English class.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiuhe couldn't help but laugh at herself. Life is indeed fair; it opens a door for you, but it always closes a window along the way.

"Here." Gu Xiaolan waved.

The two sat down together.

Soon, the English teacher walked into the classroom. She was a woman in her forties, surnamed Zhou, wearing glasses, and with a capable demeanor.

Without any preamble, the lesson began immediately.

The first thing: hearing.

When the tape recorder started playing, a passage of English slowly came out, spoken faster than in the exam, with more complex pronunciation.

Many students were already frowning.

Lin Xiuhe listened attentively.

I understood the first sentence. I understood half of the second sentence. I started to struggle with the third sentence. I couldn't keep up with the fourth sentence at all.

Holding the pen, she suddenly felt a familiar sense of powerlessness.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

It's not that I don't know how to work hard, but that even though I have worked hard, there is still a gap.

Half an hour later, Teacher Zhou began asking questions:

"Who can repeat what we just said?"

The classroom fell silent instantly, with many students lowering their heads, avoiding eye contact with the teacher.

Teacher Zhou's gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on the advanced class area:

"Xu Wei".

Xu Wei stood up and fluently repeated most of it, with standard pronunciation and complete sentences.

Many people in the classroom looked on with envy.

Teacher Zhou nodded:

"good."

Then he continued asking questions.

This time, her gaze suddenly fell on the regular class, and on Lin Xiuhe:

"Lin Xiuhe".

Gu Xiaolan subconsciously turned her head, and many people in the classroom looked over—because everyone knew her name, but also knew that her English wasn't very good.

Teacher Zhou seemed oblivious to those gazes, and calmly asked:

"You tell us."

Lin Xiuhe stood up, her heart tightening slightly.

She knew she couldn't possibly recount the whole story, but she still tried her best to remember.

One sentence, two sentences, three sentences.

He stopped when he got to the fourth sentence.

The classroom was somewhat quiet.

A few seconds later, she spoke frankly:

"I didn't understand the rest."

Many people were stunned, because no one expected her to be so direct.

Without making excuses or putting on a brave face, he simply said: "I didn't understand."

Teacher Zhou looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly nodded:

"Sit down. It's not shameful to not understand; it's shameful to pretend to understand."

In short, many people in the classroom changed their expressions at the same time.

Because many people didn't actually understand what was being said, but no one admitted it.

Teacher Zhou put down the textbook and slowly said:

"I know that many of you are top scorers from your respective regions. But once you get to Tsinghua University, the most dangerous thing is not falling behind, but refusing to admit that you are falling behind."

Lin Xiuhe sat there, but her heart skipped a beat.

Because this sentence is the same as what she has always adhered to since her rebirth.

Acknowledge your weaknesses, and then address them.

This is what growth truly is.

The bell rang, and the students left one after another.

Just as Lin Xiuhe finished putting away her book, a figure suddenly blocked her way.

Zhao Guodong.

He stood there, looked at Lin Xiuhe for a few seconds, and suddenly spoke:

"I heard you go to the library to study English every day?"

"Um."

"Will it work?"

"It's better than not learning at all."

Zhao Guodong was silent for a moment, then smiled, but the smile was somewhat cold:

"I hope that next time we meet, your English will be as good as your major courses."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Gu Xiaolan frowned:

"What does this person mean?"

Lin Xiuhe watched Zhao Guodong's departing figure without saying a word.

Because she could tell that this was no longer a reminder, but a challenge.

Moreover, they came specifically for her.