Chapter 2

【First place: Hu Man, 61 points;】

【Second place: Han Xia, 57 points;】

【Third place...】

【Tenth place: Yan Jinbu, 35 points;】

After the thin, small Teacher Hu started the class, he first announced the top ten of this math mock exam, and then began to explain the problems.

It was only then that Li Ye understood that this little old man wasn't good at comforting people; rather, his score of 28 was truly "a bit low."

Thinking back to what that troublemaker He Weiguo said earlier, he had scored 7 points less on the last college entrance exam, meaning he had only scored 21 points.

And high school students at this time had to pass the provincial preliminary exam before they were eligible for the college entrance exam, and the pass rate for the preliminary exam was less than 50%.

A score of 28 points was actually firmly in the middle of the provincial level. Would you believe it?

This really couldn't be blamed on the students of today being stupid, nor could it be blamed on them being lazy.

Because Li Ye listened to Teacher Hu's explanation for five minutes and realized that his level was even lower than his own.

And this was a math teacher for a repeating class at a county-level middle school.

How long had it been since the college entrance exam was restored in '81? What was the current educational environment like?

It wasn't just the educational gap for middle and high school students during the closed-off period; the teachers' self-learning was also interrupted.

Therefore, this was an era of overall recovery for knowledge education. The tenacity and diligence of students in this era were no less than those of later generations, but their knowledge reserves were truly very weak.

Li Ye had heard a college student from the late 70s say in his past life that when they received their college entrance exam notices, they didn't even understand linear equations in one variable.

At the time, Li Ye just listened to it as a joke, but now it seemed... it didn't seem too outrageous.

Just look at the repeating class Li Ye was in; the ages ranged from eighteen or nineteen to twenty-something.

Many of them needed to start relearning from the basics of the first year of middle school, and then compete with people with an age span of over ten years to cross the single-plank bridge.

In the era Li Ye lived in, the guy who took the exam 14 times in 14 years at age 34 was a rarity, but in this era, educated youth candidates approaching thirty weren't uncommon.

After all, more than a decade ago, they were also green youths in the prime of their lives.

At this time, the national college admission rate was 4%. This wasn't 4% of fresh graduates, but 4% of the youth group from sixteen or seventeen to thirty-something combined.

It was normal for high school students today to take the exam for three or four years in a row. There were classmates in Li Ye's class who had taken it for four years, and the students who got into college every year were basically repeating students.

With that said, for a college entrance exam with a total score of over 600, a score of over 400 could get you into a key undergraduate program, and a score of over 300 could get you into a junior college.

Surprised?

Unexpected?

Li Ye didn't know that Ma Ali had only scored 19 points in math on his second attempt at the college entrance exam, nor did he know that the average math score for the college entrance exam today was only thirty-something. He only knew that he was set.

Just looking at the problems on this test paper, Li Ye didn't need to mobilize the painful memories of his past life. Just by intuition and mental conditioned reflex, he could solve them with ease.

This really wasn't him bragging. Letting Li Ye participate in the college entrance exam of this era was a huge bug.

You expect a group of high school students who are confused by linear equations in one variable to compare with the "chicken babies" (highly pressured children) of later generations?

What kind of experience is it to be tempered in a sea of books and mountains of test papers?

Can the students of today understand the poison beating of the Huang Gang Secret Papers? Can they endure the ravages of the Hengshui special training method?

Compared to them, Li Ye was the Monkey King who jumped out of Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, refined into a spirit.

For the rest of the class, Li Ye basically didn't listen to what Teacher Hu was saying on the podium.

He was afraid that if he listened too much, he wouldn't be able to help but stand up and let the teacher taste the pain of "the student is a genius," and then jump over to throw punches at Li Ye.

【Teacher, you know this problem you're explaining is too long-winded, right?】

【Teacher, I know another, better way to solve it.】

"Spit~, take a punch!"

Transmigrated for less than a day, died.

Li Ye got distracted, quietly activated his brain, and began to read the "painful memories" that had been sealed for many years from the "hard drive," reviewing by himself.

Thinking back to those days, studying until twelve o'clock every night, endless practice problems, endless equations, suffering in a sea of books and mountains of test papers—if you weren't careful, you'd be slapped to death by the waves.

And now, those test papers that blinded his eyes and those notes that made his fingers ache—as long as Li Ye wanted to see them, they could be clearly reflected before his eyes.

And the knowledge points and annotation details within them seeped into the brain of Li Ye's current body, flexibly and joyfully merging into one.

Copy, paste, transport successful.

Easy peasy.

That cruel experience that once made people want to cry now became Li Ye's super secret manual for leaping over the dragon gate.

In the early eighties, there really was a dragon gate.

No need to rely on your father, no need to rely on your grandfather. Even if you are just a wild little tadpole, you don't need to find your mother.

As long as you leap over the gate of the college entrance exam with all your might, you can hit the heaven-defying luck of turning into a dragon.

The talent gap caused in previous years gave the young generation with ability, achievement, and diplomas a broad space to play.

There were many college students in the early eighties who rose all the way to the center of power, and countless others who held important positions in large state-owned enterprises.

It can be said that as long as you weren't too unlucky, college students at this time could take the shortcut of the college entrance exam to reach the pinnacle of life.

The dogs in the village became police dogs—that really wasn't a joke.

Of course, nothing is absolute. There were also some "special talents" who were like fake goods among those who got into college at this time.

For example, Master Ma, who performed the "Lightning Five-Whip," was a first-generation college student from '77. With his own strength, he smashed a hole in the reputation of "traditional martial arts," and could be called a legendary figure of "cowhide plus."

The bell for the end of class rang. After Teacher Hu dragged the class for three minutes, he walked out. The students in the class went out in twos and threes to get some air. Many of them were openly smoking in the corridor outside the classroom.

There were educated youth in their twenties in the repeating class, all of whom were old smokers. The teachers generally didn't care.

Li Ye didn't go out to get some air. After all, he had had a high fever for two consecutive days, which made this body a bit weak, and he didn't want to move.

He lay on the desk, pretending to sleep, and took the opportunity to flip through the memory fragments of the original owner, so as to fully adapt to this world.

But just a few minutes later, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps rapidly approaching outside the classroom.

"Li Ye, Li Ye."

The class monitor Hu Man, sitting behind him, shouted in alarm.

Li Ye hurriedly turned his head, only to find Hu Man looking in horror at someone rushing in from the door.

The person was a big guy with a big pancake face, holding a stool leg in his hand, shouting murderously as he rushed in.

"He Weiguo, I x your mother... you want to kill my brother... damn it, I told you last time, if you mention that b again, I'll break your legs..."

The students in the classroom dodged one after another, clearing a path for this guy who was overcome with anger.

And He Weiguo in the back row of the classroom, while "grabbing a weapon," also shouted sharply: "Li Dazhuang, you're from Class 1, don't meddle in our Class 2's business. Grandpa isn't afraid of you."

"I'll let you call me Grandpa..."

The big guy with the pancake face rushed past the podium with a rumble, his big feet stomping on the classroom floor with a thud, rushing toward He Weiguo like a bear.

But as he brushed past Li Ye, he was grabbed by the arm by Li Ye.

The memory fragments left by the original owner told him that this crazy big guy in front of him was his childhood friend and best buddy. He had come to take revenge for him because of what happened before class.

But Li Ye underestimated Li Dazhuang's strength and anger, and his body was still very weak. Not only did he not immediately hold Li Dazhuang back, but he was instead dragged into a stagger by his strong frame.

Li Dazhuang immediately stopped, held Li Ye, and asked worriedly: "Brother, are you okay? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Li Ye steadied himself, took the stool leg from Li Dazhuang's hand, and pulled him toward the outside of the classroom.

Seeing Li Ye "cower," He Weiguo, who had already nervously prepared for battle, and several of his followers became "spirited" again, letting out jeering shouts of "Ao~ Ao."

Li Dazhuang's explosive temper couldn't be suppressed on the spot, but Li Ye's reaction was faster than his.

He didn't curse, nor did he rush over to bite, just turned around and waved his hand.

"Whoosh~"

"Clang~"

The stool leg in Li Ye's hand flew out of his hand, swept across the entire classroom, and smashed into the back blackboard of the classroom, brushing past He Weiguo's ear.

He Weiguo was so scared he jumped up. If that had smashed into his head, a big bump would have been the least of his worries.

He looked at Li Ye with a face full of anger, and then saw that terrifyingly calm gaze again.

Five seconds, ten seconds, He Weiguo couldn't say a single harsh word, and didn't even dare to breathe.

He seemed to feel that as long as he moved now, this tiger, Li Ye, would ferociously pounce over and kiss his cheeks with its sharp teeth.

"Tiger-slaying people" were, after all, legends in textbooks. He Weiguo asked himself if he could pull off the ultimate move of gutting a tiger with an axe and a slide.

It was just that Li Ye had just transmigrated from forty years later, an era where if you punched me, I'd immediately lie down and order the latest motorcycle. He wasn't used to the situation of being law-abiding and restrained in this era.

Otherwise, he might have really pounced over.

But even just the suppression of momentum made He Weiguo stay in a state of temporary cowardice. It wasn't until he pulled Li Dazhuang out of the classroom door that He Weiguo let out a "whoosh" and returned to normal breathing.

【Why didn't I feel he was so fierce before?】

He Weiguo took two breaths, looked up, and was immediately stunned.

Because everyone around him was looking at him, and their expressions were all strange. A few even showed expressions of contempt.

There was nothing more uncomfortable than this situation.

You were just beating your chest and "ao-ao-ing" like a gorilla, and then you tucked your tail and played the part of a pug. The contrast was too strong, wasn't it?

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm just too lazy to bother with this kind of Huang Shiren, a dog landlord is something special..."

"Spit~"

He Weiguo spat and swore: "If he can get into the capital, God must be blind." *** **Chapter 3: Using Xi'er to Pay Off Debts? **