[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981":3,"chapter-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-48":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","That Year, the Flowers Bloomed in 1981",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2294466,4489,"Chapter 48: I Can Responsibly Tell You","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-48",48,"\u003Cp>Li Ye saw off Hao Jian, Jin Peng, and Wang Qiangqiang, shut the door of the small storage room, and dragged out a simple wooden blackboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something Li Ye had asked Jin Peng to make: a wooden frame with two square meters of board nailed on—crude, but functional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone finished eating? Good. Listen up for a moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Full! Full! I’m about to burst, hehehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Ye, what are you gonna say? If you’re gonna regret it and make us pay more for meals, we’re not paying a single cent, hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girls giggled, watching the serious Li Ye, finding it amusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye almost got distracted by the girls, but now he had to be serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang bang bang~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye held a small stick and struck the blackboard hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me explain first: today, we didn’t do anything wrong—it was Xia Yue and her group who were at fault. So why did I bring you all out of school?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girls stopped laughing, staring at Li Ye in surprise, all puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wasn’t it just to get better food?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wasn’t it to avoid hanging out with Xia Yue and her crowd?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye swung the stick, speaking darkly: “Actually, you all should know I’m not someone to mess with. Even though Xia Yue’s been class monitor for years, with some skill and experience........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I can responsibly tell you: if I used my family’s connections to give Xia Yue a lesson or a disciplinary mark, it wouldn’t be hard at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or I could play the same dirty games as Xia Yue—force her to drop out and leave. I could do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I didn’t........ Do you know why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye tapped the blackboard and growled: “All of you, be serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shhh~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All seven teenagers, including Wen Leyu, sat up straight in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because I don’t want to stay in that cesspool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye turned to Li Dayong, Fu Yingjie, and Jiang Xiao Yan: “You three used to be in the remedial class one. Back then, what did you think remedial class one was?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wasn’t it the stronghold of top students? The hope of the whole second high school? The cradle of future college students?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And didn’t the top students in class one see us in remedial class two and three as the school’s burden, wishing all teachers would only teach class one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dayong chuckled silently; Fu Yingjie smiled awkwardly, lips pressed tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xiao Yan lowered her head and muttered like a mosquito: “I didn’t... they were just talking nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all three knew: students in remedial class one, especially the top thirty, looked down on class two and three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the fast track—fifty students drawn from every township and county middle school across the county.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Class one students consistently held the top forty spots in school rankings; when a student from class two or three got transferred over, they’d complain: “Don’t drag down the class average.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite that, students from remedial class two and three still fought tooth and nail to get into class one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the teachers cared most about class one—seventy to eighty percent of their energy went into them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fast track at Qingshui County Second High might not match the one at County First High, but it was far superior to many township schools outside town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every high school student in Qingshui County knew: only by entering the fast track at County First or Second High could you have a real shot at crossing the dragon gate and getting into college.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students from township schools, or even remedial class two and three, were mostly just runners-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t deny it,” Li Ye said coolly. “Class one’s level really is a bit higher than class two and three—but compared to us here........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye waved the stick, sweeping it around the small storage room—barely twenty square meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Class one is a stinking cesspool. Step in once, and you’ll get dirty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xiao Yan and Fu Yingjie were stunned. They felt the Li Ye standing there now resembled........ a charlatan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Even charlatans can be this handsome......】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the weirder part was still coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye tapped the blackboard again, chin raised: “I can responsibly tell you,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This little room is the 1982 Qingshui County...... college preparatory class.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as you join our little group, next year—you will all get into college.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All six students gasped aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Li Dayong thought his brother’s mouth was stretched too wide—he might dislocate his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother, do you even know how many college students Qingshui County sent off last year?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even counting junior colleges, fewer than seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven people all getting into college? No—add you, Li Ye, that’s eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Director of the County Education Bureau wouldn’t brag that wildly in his dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you eat their food, you shut your mouth—the smell of pork ribs stewed with radish hadn’t even left their throats; they couldn’t stick out their tongues and go “bleh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right now, Li Ye stood there radiating such intense confidence, such overwhelming pressure—it felt as if what he said couldn’t be doubted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye was indeed confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, he often browsed Bilibili forums, where the topic “Modern Gaokao vs. 1970s–80s Gaokao” was always hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two main theories emerged—and both had been empirically verified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first: a group of elite university graduates from the late 70s and early 80s challenged their high school kids to retake modern Gaokao papers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The results were dismal—they couldn’t even handle many question types.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those veteran graduates, now holding powerful positions, were certain: with just one year to adapt, they couldn’t guarantee 985, but they could definitely aim for 211.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of IQ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were people who had fought their way into the top 1% of the 4% acceptance rate era. Even if the exam questions were simple, they were absolute geniuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even these geniuses, blindly facing off against modern high schoolers, were overwhelmed—pummeled like they’d been hit with bricks and clubs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second theory: modern high schoolers took the Gaokao papers from the late 70s and early 80s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, the final math problem in 1977 was proving the Pythagorean theorem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following years, through the early 80s, the difficulty rose slightly, but overall, it felt like a middle school exam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even at that level, it crushed countless students—just passing meant college admission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Li Ye believed his real Gaokao rivals weren’t Xia Yue or the fast track at County First High—they were those genius monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, there are always some creatures that make life unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, it was already 1981.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A professor from Tsinghua once said: after teaching so many students, the 1977 batch was the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the educational gap, those geniuses were like gold in sand—impossible to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 1977, though the questions were simple, years of pent-up genius had accumulated—true chaos of monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the first two years of Gaokao, all those high-IQ talents had finally been swept away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, with his own mediocre abilities from his past life, even with his mental biological hard drive to cheat, he’d never have dared to boldly aim for Tsinghua and Peking University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ye had confidence—others didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough~ Li Ye....... I think what you just said is....... not right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Man, having served as class monitor for a long time, could barely muster a rebuttal against Li Ye’s commanding aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kindly advised him: “We should be confident about the future, but not...... arrogant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t matter what we say here, but if Xia Yue and her group hear this, it’ll become a huge joke........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would they hear it? Are you going to tell them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye pointed at the storage room door, sternly: “I warn you—all events inside this room, everything you see here—no word, no sentence, must leave this room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye first tossed a stack of hand-cut white paper to Hu Man and the others, then turned, picked up chalk, and began writing problems on the blackboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he wrote, he said: “Starting today, you’ll complete two to three exam papers every day—until the Gaokao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Two or three papers a day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s that possible? Li Ye, are you saying you’ll make the papers for us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible! Even teachers can’t make one paper a week........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though everyone admitted Li Ye was an excellent student with superb problem-solving skills, no one believed he could produce three full papers every single day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creating questions isn’t copying them. Teachers strain their brains trying to design new papers distinct from past ones—wearing out countless brain cells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remedial class one currently takes a full-subject test every half-month; the task of producing one paper per half-month has already pushed Teacher Luo and others to their limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only recently did Teacher Ke lend a hand, giving Teacher Luo and the rest a brief reprieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, an eighteen-year-old Li Ye is supposed to produce three papers daily—continuously until the Gaokao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would that mean he spends all his time outside class solving problems?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where would you even get that many papers? Even Beijing doesn’t have that many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if it were true........ just imagining it was thrilling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students chattered excitedly, half-skeptical, half-thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu slowly turned her head, her cold gaze sweeping over the group of “little sparrows,” and she rebuked without emotion: “Can you be quiet? Those who believe Li Ye, stay. Those who don’t, leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.........”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't provoke her, don't provoke her; Little Mute rarely speaks, but when she does, it's always extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you really go and whisper in Li Ye’s ear and get yourself kicked out, forget three problem sets a day—even a meal costing a dime will be gone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While everyone’s thoughts were racing, Li Ye had already filled the entire small blackboard; his handwriting was messy but barely legible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye turned around and looked at his stunned classmates, displeased: “What are you all staring at? Don’t you have any sense? Hurry up and copy the problems—do you expect me to mimeograph them for you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several classmates scrambled in a panic, frantically copying the problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they finally finished copying, Li Ye wiped the board clean in one motion and began writing the second set of problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classmates hurried to copy again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they reached the third board, seeing that Li Ye showed no sign of stopping, Hu Man and the others began to doubt their earlier skepticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe Li Ye... actually can do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1756,"2026-06-20T05:04:59.129Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4f61ab64ba5d803136f9ec517fc4db65f69701162acbd98e44363e7ca9b1c4d5","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-49","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-47",884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]