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

When the list of scholarship recipients was posted, the bulletin board was already surrounded by people.

It was packed with people, even more crowded than when we checked the admission list on the first day of school.

"They're out!"

"Take a look!"

How many first-class scholarships are available this year?

"I haven't heard much about it."

A murmur of discussion arose as many students desperately pushed their way forward.

Gu Xiaolan was among them.

She wasn't very tall, and after standing on tiptoe for a long time, she finally exclaimed in exasperation, "I can't see it at all!"

Liu Xue pushed her forward, saying, "Go quickly! Come back and tell us after you've finished watching."

A few minutes later, Gu Xiaolan finally squeezed out of the crowd, her hair all messed up.

"How is it?" Liu Xue asked quickly.

Gu Xiaolan took a breath: "The Automation Department has two openings."

Two, fewer than I expected.

Su Qing pushed up her glasses: "Who?"

Gu Xiaolan's expression suddenly turned strange: "Li Mingyuan."

No one was surprised by this name—the top scorer in the province, second in the preliminary assessment, on the list of key students to be cultivated, it was normal for him to receive a scholarship.

But when it came to the second name, Gu Xiaolan paused, her gaze falling on Lin Xiuhe: "You."

Then, Liu Xue jumped up: "Really?"

"Really!" Gu Xiaolan exclaimed enviously. "It's written right at the very top of the bulletin board: Lin Xiuhe, First-Class Scholarship in the Department of Automation."

Several students nearby also looked over, clearly recognizing her.

At this moment, Lin Xiuhe was not as excited as she had imagined.

She simply breathed a sigh of relief.

Because her first thought wasn't about honor, but about money.

In those days, scholarships were not just a few hundred dollars that would become a symbol in later years, but something that could truly solve life's problems.

Gu Xiaolan couldn't help but sigh, "Xiuhe, do you know what people are saying about you now?"

"How so?"

"You're a monster."

Liu Xue nodded frantically: "Top of the class, scholarship, on the list of key students for special training. And this has only been a short time since the start of the semester."

A burst of laughter filled the dormitory.

Only Lin Xiuhe herself knew that although these things looked glamorous, no one saw the time and effort she had put in behind the scenes.

In the afternoon, the official scholarship disbursement notice was issued, and the amount was announced, causing another sensation throughout the school.

Even Li Mingyuan made a special trip to see her:

"Did you see that?"

"I saw it."

"How does it feel?"

Lin Xiuhe thought for a moment and answered seriously, "I can buy more books."

Li Mingyuan paused for two seconds, then burst out laughing: "It really was you."

The two walked towards the teaching building together. As they passed the cafeteria, they saw several students gathered together calculating their bills.

"We exceeded the limit again this month."

"Me too."

"We're almost out of food coupons."

"It won't be delivered from home until next month."

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Xiuhe paused slightly.

Li Mingyuan followed her gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

She looked away and continued walking forward, but those words kept replaying in her mind.

Money, it's all about money.

Scholarships can solve some problems, but not all of them. Especially in the future, she can't rely on scholarships to live indefinitely.

Thinking about this, another idea popped into my head: making money. And it was even clearer than before.

Just then, Li Mingyuan suddenly spoke up: "Are you short of money?"

Lin Xiuhe glanced at him: "Why do you ask that?"

"Because you've been looking at money the wrong way lately."

Lin Xiuhe chuckled: "You're quite observant."

Li Mingyuan shrugged: "My dad once said that truly smart people see resources in problems, and the most direct resource is money."

This statement startled Lin Xiuhe.

Because after she went into business in her previous life, she understood the same principle—that many things, in the end, are all about resources.

As the two were talking, someone suddenly called out from ahead, "Li Mingyuan!"

A boy ran over, holding several documents in his hand: "The research group is having a meeting, and Professor Chen wants you to go there right away."

Li Mingyuan frowned: "Now?"

"Now."

"Okay." After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Xiuhe, "Let's go."

"Should I go too?"

"Of course, you're on the list."

Lin Xiuhe nodded and followed them towards the automation building.

The three people had already arrived in the conference room.

Zhao Guodong was also there.

When he saw Lin Xiuhe enter, his gaze paused for a moment before shifting away.

Over this period of time, although no one said it, everyone knew that Lin Xiuhe had become the most special person in the group.

It wasn't just because of the grades, but because of Professor Chen's attitude.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Professor Chen walked in, and his first words were:

"Did you get the scholarship?"

Everyone was taken aback, clearly not expecting the professor to talk about this.

Li Mingyuan nodded, Zhao Guodong nodded, and Lin Xiuhe also nodded.

Professor Chen smiled and said, "It's good that you got it. At least you won't have to think about what to eat every day."

Laughter filled the meeting room, lightening the atmosphere considerably.

But the next second, the old man suddenly stopped smiling, took a document from the folder, and placed it on the table:

"I called you all here today not for the scholarship, but for this."

Everyone lowered their heads at the same time.

The first page of the materials prominently displays the words: "[Beijing Youth Science and Technology Competition]".

Li Mingyuan was the first to look up, and Zhao Guodong's expression changed as well. Everyone knew that this level of competition was simply beyond the reach of ordinary students.

Professor Chen's gaze slowly swept over the three of them, finally settling on Lin Xiuhe: "Are you interested?"

At that moment, Lin Xiuhe's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Because she knew that this might be the first real opportunity since her rebirth to step onto a bigger stage.

Meanwhile, outside the conference room, a middle-aged man in cadre uniform was shaking hands with the institute's leaders:

"Where is the student Lao Chen recommended? Our research institute would like to meet him first."