I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

This girl's name is Ke Xiuzhi.

She wasn't very tall, probably less than 1.6 meters, and had a bob haircut. Her appearance was average, but her most striking feature was her pair of bright eyes.

Of course, a height of nearly 1.6 meters was considered tall among women of that era.

Judging from her clothes, she comes from a well-off family.

At the very least, they are children from dual-income families.

Yan Jiefang glanced at her from afar and then paid no more attention to her.

Ke Xiuzhi walked straight over and greeted her very generously:

"Wu and Yan, you're here really early!"

Wu Xuewen simply nodded at her and then turned his gaze back to the lesson plan in front of him.

Yan Jiefang looked at Ke Xiuzhi:

"Oh, it's Ke. What can I do for you?"

Ke Xiuzhi glanced at Wu Xuewen secretly and said softly:

"Nothing much, just saying hello."

Yan Jiefang nodded:

"Okay, I'm going to read now. Do as you please."

Actually, he had long realized that the reason people came to the library every day was because they happened to run into Wu Xuewen.

Anyone with eyes can see through this little scheme.

But Wu Xuewen seemed to have focused all his attention on his studies and didn't want to pay any attention to her.

But the more this happened, the more fascinated Ke Xiuzhi became with Wu Xuewen.

She pulled out the stool on the other side of Wu Xuewen's desk, sat down, and took out her own homework to start writing.

...

As October arrives, the autumn winds in Beijing dispel the summer heat, and the leaves turn a pale yellow.

The academic life at the Radio Industry School was very intense.

I have to get up at 6 a.m. every morning and can't go to bed until after 9:30 p.m.

Yan Jiefang felt that he was not much different from when he was in his senior year of high school!

Fortunately, the continuous campus activities during the golden autumn season added a unique charm to the monotonous daily routine.

At the beginning of the month, the school's Youth League Committee issued a notice that the whole school should organize two major events: a National Day singing competition and a class bulletin board competition.

As soon as the news reached Class 1 of the Radio Department, their homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhao, entered the classroom during the break and stood behind the podium to loudly inquire:

"The school has allocated quotas for each class to participate in the singing competition and the bulletin board competition. Are there any students in your class who would like to volunteer? Anyone who wants to showcase their talents can raise their hand."

Upon hearing this, all forty-five students in the class immediately became excited.

After days of burying themselves in books, everyone was hoping to relax for a while through this activity, and students kept raising their hands to sign up.

After a class-wide preliminary selection, Li Jianjun, with his clear voice, and Ke Xiuzhi, with her gentle voice, emerged victorious.

They will represent Radio Class 1 on the singing competition stage.

On the other side, Wu Xuewen, who usually practices calligraphy quietly, stood out with his neat and elegant chalk writing.

The homeroom teacher saw the draft he wrote on the spot, nodded repeatedly in praise, and decided that he would be fully responsible for writing and layout the class's competition bulletin board.

Yan Jiefang sat in the corner of his desk, quietly watching his classmates show off their talents.

With the control panel on his back, he could see his skill level as clearly as the lines on his palm.

I have no skills whatsoever, whether it's singing or calligraphy. Signing up rashly would only make me look foolish in public, so I might as well just sit quietly in my seat.

However, he made up his mind that he would take the time to gradually make up for these shortcomings, so that he would not fall behind others forever.

Whether or not to participate is one thing, but whether or not it will happen is another matter entirely.

After selecting the three participants, Teacher Zhao brought up another matter:

Outstanding students selected for this National Day event will receive a limited number of spots to join the school delegation to watch the National Day parade in Dongdan and Tiananmen Square!

However, spots are limited, with only 2-3 people in each class.

It has been basically decided that the selection will be made from Wu Xuewen and the other two.

Upon hearing this news, all the other students in the class were extremely upset.

I only had three chances to participate in the three years of vocational school, and the first one just slipped right through my fingers!

Just a few days after the National Day celebrations ended, in mid-October, the school organized a professional enlightenment visit.

Ninety students from Radio Class 1 and Class 2, lined up in neat rows and led by their homeroom teacher, walked to visit the 774 Electron Tube Factory, which is located next to the campus.

The military factory area is under extremely strict control, and students are strictly prohibited from entering any classified production workshops.

The group could only tour the outer factory area and ordinary assembly workshops, observing some of the electron tube production lines up close.

The technician leading the tour was a graduate of the school and a senior to everyone. He explained the uses and production processes of various equipment in detail as we walked.

One student couldn't help but ask when they could get hands-on practice, and the senior student explained with a smile:

"We've just started school and have no professional knowledge whatsoever. If we rush into things, it's very easy to damage equipment or cause workplace injuries."

The unified hands-on training in the factory is scheduled for the second semester of the second year. For now, you just need to observe and memorize more to build a solid theoretical foundation.

Looking at the various bulky Soviet-made mechanical equipment in the workshop, Yan Jiefang could only describe it with two words: rudimentary!

Having experienced the prosperous industrial era of later generations, he naturally knew the backwardness of the equipment before him.

On second thought, the new China had just emerged from the ruins of war and was now facing a comprehensive technological blockade and embargo on supplies from the West.

Domestic industry could only rely on importing Soviet-style equipment and exploring its own development to get started with great difficulty. It groped its way forward amidst numerous constraints, and the hardships and difficulties it faced were hard for outsiders to understand.

It's already late October.

The annual school-wide autumn track and field meet opened as scheduled. The simple cinder track and the rammed earth field became the stage for all the students to sweat and give their all.

The number of students enrolled in the Beiwu School (abbreviated as 49 City Radio Industry School) was not large.

There are only 5 major majors in total, and even in 59, which was affected by the big YJ, only 540 students were enrolled.

In 60 years, the number of people decreased to 405.

The number of students admitted in Yan Jiefang's cohort was further reduced, with only 360 students enrolled in total.

Currently, there are only over 1,300 students enrolled.

Therefore, there are not many events.

It only has a few basic events such as the 100-meter and 200-meter sprints, the 400-meter and 800-meter middle-distance races, the high jump, the long jump, and the shot put.

When registering for the class, Yan Jiefang only signed up for the 100-meter and 4x100-meter relay events.

The 100-meter preliminary race started quickly, and with the referee's whistle, more than a dozen athletes rushed out of the starting line.

Yan Jiefang ran with less effort and easily entered the finals as the top finisher in his group.

In the final, even without sprinting at full speed, when he crossed the finish line, the second-place finisher, who had once been the school's number one, was already 20 or 30 meters ahead of him.

Many teachers and students watching the game were stunned, and suppressed gasps of amazement echoed outside the stadium.

"My God, he runs so fast!"

"This student can run at a speed that's almost on par with professional athletes, right?"

...

The physical education teacher in charge of timing the 100 meters quickly checked the stopwatch data and found that Yan Jiefang's time was less than ten seconds!