Chapter 29

During the lunch break, Lu Siwen came to find Zhai Da, which attracted the attention of quite a few people.

Of course, it wasn't everyone, but even if it was only one-tenth, in the small Textile Middle School, it was enough for a "person-to-person" phenomenon to occur.

Lu Siwen's popularity at Textile Middle School was actually far higher than Zhai Da thought; unfortunately, in his past life, someone only seemed to have eyes for Lin Shuyao and selectively ignored Lu Siwen's excellence and fame.

It's hard to say, but perhaps he had even scoffed at Lu Siwen before, having thoughts like "How can any girl be mentioned in the same breath as Lin Shuyao, or even be better? I won't listen, I won't listen."

But he might have already forgotten.

And in the eyes of those who knew, Lu Siwen was a campus goddess two levels higher than Lin Shuyao.

Which two levels? Her studies were completely superior, and her family wealth was completely superior.

One was Cinderella, the other was a true princess.

It's just that Cinderella might still arouse unrequited love, while a true princess always carries a sense of unreal detachment. It is said that Lu Siwen was picked up and dropped off by car every day and had learned musical instruments, which had already exceeded the imagination of many small-town high school students.

Some people thought it was a pity that Lin Shuyao wasn't there during the lunch break; otherwise, that would have been lively.

This matter might eventually reach Lin Shuyao's ears, but Zhai Da didn't care.

During the Chinese class in the afternoon, the head teacher Ding Rong walked in with a stack of test papers: "There's a small test today. Including the evening self-study, there are 150 minutes in total. Those who need to go to the bathroom, go now."

Small tests in the third year of high school come as they come; everyone wasn't that surprised, and quite a few people got up to go to the bathroom.

Zhai Da raised his head, feeling a bit eager to try.

He had been reborn for more than ten days; although various test papers were piled up like a mountain at home, he was still in the state of "absorbing knowledge from books" at this stage, rather than "verifying sorrow from test papers."

In addition, he hadn't done any homework, so this would be his first time seriously doing a test paper, and it was in the Chinese subject he was good at.

He didn't know how many points he could get.

The "Big Three" of Chinese, Math, and English are the only three official subjects in the scattered province's college entrance exam, with a total score of only 480, meaning the value of each point is higher than that of a 750-point total.

If he could get 120 points or more in Chinese, the help for the college entrance exam would be huge.

He had been memorizing ancient poems and texts a lot recently, so he had some confidence.

The test papers were soon handed out, and Zhai Da answered the questions very seriously. His impression of the texts he had memorized was still quite deep; after all, in his past life, he had always dealt with words as a copywriter, and coming back to learn them now, he was much stronger than the Zhai Da of that year.

Occasionally, in places he couldn't remember clearly, he could fill them in by relying on his sensitivity to words...

Word selection and filling in the blanks, distinguishing polyphonic characters, diagnosing faulty sentences, applying idioms, modern text reading, classical Chinese reading, subjective questions...

Time always passes quickly during exams, and under high concentration, there is a feeling of being in another world.

When he looked up, it was already dark outside.

Wu Yue had already slept through two cycles.

Looking at his watch, there was still an essay to write, but there were only twenty minutes left.

Zhai Da twisted his neck; this advantage was in his hands.

It wouldn't be the case that someone is all-around in every subject but gets a low score on the essay, right?

The theme of today's essay was "Flower." On the test paper was a series of descriptions of various flower languages, and finally, candidates were required to write an 800-word essay with "Flower" as the theme.

Although there were no restrictions on genre other than poetry and classical Chinese, 90% of students would choose "argumentative essays" and "narrative essays," which means spending 800 words explaining their understanding of the theme.

Zhai Da spent about three seconds, and then he started writing.

"Flowers Across the Four Seas"

Let's try writing a prose piece.

"Not all flowers bloom in spring; not all rivers flow to the sea."

"Flowers bloom in all four seasons; rivers flow in all directions. As long as there is passion, mountains and seas are all seas of flowers."

"I hide the rose behind me; when the wind rises and the flowers fall, from then on, I gift the flowers to myself and ride toward freedom."

He hardly used his brain; his writing was smoother than going to the bathroom. Grasping "Flower" as the theme and focusing on "self-love and self-confidence," he finished the prose piece quickly.

Of course, the large amount of top-tier copywriting accumulated in his past life also contributed significantly.

This was also an attempt; college entrance exam essays aren't necessarily about how flowery the language is to get a higher score. Let's see how many points this style can get.

Following Ding Rong's prompt, the two-hour Chinese small test officially ended.

Zhai Da wrote the last sentence.

"Spring has a promise, flowers will not be missed; year after year, they do not fail each other."

Perfect!

A pair of delicate, fair hands reached over, and the test paper was taken away before he had time to appreciate it.

Turning his head to look, it was Lin Shuyao with a "strictly business" look.

Heh, childish.

What's the difference between this way of wanting to attract someone's attention and male students pulling out a girl's hair to use as dental floss?

Lin Shuyao left without looking sideways.

"Your pants are stuck in your butt."

Lin Shuyao's little waist, which was twisting as she walked, almost jolted; she stumbled and subconsciously covered her little perky butt.

Zhai Da said to Wu Yue, who had just woken up after sleeping for 150 minutes: "Pull them up quickly, it's disgusting; the edge of your underwear is outlined."

Wu Yue nodded ignorantly and pulled his pants... they were indeed stuck.

Lin Shuyao froze in place, her face turning red in a flash.

She couldn't leave, and she couldn't stay.

It wasn't until Ding Rong called out that she left with her head buried.

Zhai Da stretched, feeling happy and comfortable.

Since he had already been reborn, isn't it too much to derive a little happiness from the awkwardness of adolescence?

The scores for this kind of small test should be known tomorrow, and they would have to go over the test papers in class. Zhai Da suddenly felt that Ding Rong was also quite hard-working; he didn't know how late she would have to grade them.

The teaching profession, at least in 2008, had high pressure and low pay, and the third year of high school was even more of a 996 grind.

For students, studying can be considered changing their own destiny, so being a bit bitter is nothing; for teachers, teaching is also this bitter, but it actually can't change their own destiny.

Without a bit of sentiment for teaching and educating people, one really can't do it for long.

On the way home from school, Zhai Da and Wu Yue walked side by side:

"You seemed to be sleeping in a daze during the exam; did you hand in a blank paper?"

"Pretty much..."

"Does your family have discs?"

Wu Yue shrank his neck: "How could I have such things... my family's TV is in the restaurant, it's not convenient to play those..."

"Aren't they stuck to the back of the subject tutoring books? Did you throw them all away?"

"The discs behind the tutoring books also come with this kind of stuff? That's so wild! Are they genuine?"

"There are both genuine and pirated ones. Go back and look for them. Anyway, you don't use them, so give them all to me later; any subject is fine."

"Subject... so it was that kind of disc... scared me..."

Zhai Da had sorted things out over the past two days; because he didn't know how to cherish them in the past, many subjects were incomplete, such as having the first part but not the second, or having the third but not the second. It would be too late to look for them when he saw the relevant content.

He wasn't picky about which publisher they were from or whether they were famous teachers; mixing and matching was fine too.

Wu Yue realized late: "Are you planning to start studying?"

"I've always been studying. What about you? Have you completely stopped? What have you been doing lately?"

In his past life, Wu Yue went straight to serving dishes in his family's restaurant after graduating from high school, and after that, he let himself go after the demolition. If the trajectory doesn't change...

In these last few months, he was purely wasting time.

Zhai Da was thinking, what if he invited Wu Yue to watch the TV discs together... but he felt subjectively that "doing it for someone else's own good" might be looking for trouble...

For a demolition household, is it important whether their studies are good or not? With this effort, it would be more effective to remind him not to go down the wrong path and not to get himself into the detention center.

Wu Yue suddenly whispered: "I'm investigating."

"What investigation?"

"There's a street behind my house, and at night there are those little houses with red lights. I didn't dare to look much when I passed by before, but recently I've been learning about their business model."

Zhai Da looked at this guy in surprise: "You went in to play? Let me warn you, small workshops use heavy ingredients; be careful not to get caught."

Going from one wrong path to another?

But this one seems okay...

As everyone knows, there are actually only two major illegal acts that harm society.

Wu Yue hurriedly shook his head: "I'm just observing their customer flow from afar."

As he spoke, he swung his schoolbag to his chest and took out a small notebook, which recorded many things; that was his "Entrepreneurship Notes."

He said seriously:

"Basically, there are the most people from ten o'clock to one o'clock in the morning, and it's much less in the second half of the night. In addition, I suspect that a small shop at the entrance of the street has a connection with them. One day a police car stopped at the intersection, and the boss immediately made a phone call, and the rolling shutter door over there was pulled down."

"You investigate these..."

Wu Yue became more and more excited as he spoke: "I searched on the internet at the internet cafe. In our scattered province, the reward for reporting this kind of thing is not less than 500 yuan. For every administrative detention, there is an additional reward of 1000, and if a fixed place is destroyed, there is an additional reward of 2000 yuan, with a cap of ten thousand!"

"Think about it, working part-time only pays one or two thousand a month. Ten thousand yuan is half a year's salary. I investigate carefully, verify cautiously, and collect evidence. I can figure it out in a month at most, and the efficiency can be even higher in the future. Isn't this better than working part-time? Maybe I can even get a banner!"

Zhai Da felt as if he had re-recognized Wu Yue: "Aren't you afraid of retaliation..."

And even higher efficiency in the future—is this changing from part-time to full-time?

How wicked is this?