Rebirth on Parallel Lines

  Tears. The sky is gloomy and rainy, with a hint of dampness in the air. Lan Wucheng and Shi Yansheng, dressed in various cotton garments, flowed in like fish, occasionally hearing someone ask: "How's the preparation going?"

  "Not bad, don't dare say first, but can guarantee top 50 in class!"

  "Fine, you're all fifty-one people in Class 6, right?"

  Tomorrow afternoon, Qingyi Middle School's first-year high school students will have their first major exam since entering school.

  After two months of study, this will be a concentrated assessment and comparison of the new students' quality, overall situation, and teaching effectiveness. As is well known, there are great differences between junior high school and senior high school. The elites and top students from all over the city gather together, some people can quickly adapt to the rhythm of high school and continue to maintain their former glory and honor, while others may take a long time to get into the state, become self-abandoned and gradually sink under the huge contrast.

  This is the first important watershed in life, unfortunately, at that age, we didn't understand!

  Of course, there was no such thing as a "seat number system for exams" in this era. By entering the student ID, the computer would randomly generate it, which is convenient and quick, and can effectively prevent cheating. What was popular among young people in Guangzhou at that time was the "old three styles". If the classroom was sufficient, the "empty seat method" would be used. The middle seats were left empty, leaving one or two empty seats; if students of different grades took exams together, the "insert flower method" would be used. Students from grades 1 to 3 were mixed together; but if the classroom was not enough and only one grade level took the exam, there was no way, and only the "hybrid method" could be used. Students from different classes were randomly arranged and combined, trying not to let students from the same class sit together.

  Cheating and anti-cheating is a long-term, persistent and never-ending war!

  The whole day was filled with chaotic scenes of people in a state of panic. Some were frantically cramming, others were restless and anxious, while some were crazily reciting books from memory. There were also those who looked tense and pale, gasping for air, but naturally, there were also those who were calm and composed, exuding an aura of confidence. The students with good grades became the center of attention, with people constantly coming over to curry favor, chatting idly, making countless promises - treating them to meals, playing games together, sending snacks, buying comics, and even wishing they could transform into a daughter, offering themselves up as a sacrifice.

  In this case, the young and promising talents gave a vivid depiction: fighting tigers is like being brothers, taking exams is about pulling connections... copying from left to right, going bankrupt after the exam.

  Class monitor Zhang Tianqi was the first in Class 3 when he entered school. Within just one day, he received eight applications asking him to take care of them during exams. This person is quite interesting, with excellent grades and being the class monitor. Compared to Wen Qian, the public enemy of Class 3, his relationships are exceptionally good. He doesn't have that inexplicable sense of superiority like most good students do. When it comes to cheating, he either strongly condemns it or ignores it, giving a cold face to anyone trying to curry favor with him, even threatening to tell the teacher.

  He always puts on a show of being able to understand the struggles of his peers, pats his chest and talks about loyalty, and agrees to everything. But once they're in the exam room, with the test papers open, it seems like he's not afraid of people glancing over at him, and if you really have the skills, you can even copy everything down. The problem is, there's actually a guy who has infrared vision or something, and he even copies the geometry diagrams exactly the same, but when the grades come out, Zhang Tianqi gets a few more points than him, and he still gets a good grade. As for those who just glance over at his paper, it's not even worth mentioning. The effect of copying is slightly better than doing it himself, but it's extremely limited.

  This has been an unresolved mystery for many years, puzzling numerous "guanxi" holders in Sanban.

  After the second class in the afternoon, a legendary high school student who had been through eight years of war sat in front of Ren Yi and saw this situation. He sneered: "You don't burn incense regularly, but you cling to Buddha's feet when you're in trouble! A bunch of useless people."

  Ren Yi wanted to go to several classmates who study well, but when he heard this, he was suddenly annoyed. He patted Gao Fan's shoulder: "How can you talk like that? What do you mean by 'waste'? Are people with poor grades waste?"

  Gao Fan stood up straight, although he wasn't tall. But his sturdy build gave him a psychological advantage over Ren Yi, who was on the chubby side: "What's wrong, got an opinion?"

  Ren Yi saw Liu Zhihe and was like Little Red Riding Hood seeing the Big Bad Wolf, but it didn't mean he was really afraid. He grabbed a thick language book and was about to hit Gao Fan in the face. Wen Qian had been anticipating his impulsiveness and quickly pulled him back by the arm, shaking her head and advising: "We're classmates, why must you do this? Calm down, calm down."

  Gao Fan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Puffing out his chest, he said: "Want to fight? Come on! I'm not afraid of you, my surname is Gao!" Wen Qian coldly said: "Shut up".

  Although these two months, Wen Qiang's name is notorious outside, but Gao Fan can still attend high school for eight years from now, and there's really nothing to be afraid of. He pushed his glasses again, ready to refute, when Ji Su walked over, smiling lightly: "Gao Fan, classmate, the exam is tomorrow, I wish you a good score".

  Gao Fan puffed out his chest and let out a snort before turning around and sitting back down.

  Ren Yi muttered and pulled away, Wen Chen moved into his position and let Ji Su sit down. He asked: "How are you going to prepare?"

  "It's okay, I just went to hand in the homework and saw that the exam numbers are out. Ye Laoshi will be here soon to announce it. Wen Cen, were you busy for the past two days? Why haven't I seen you?"

  He smiled wryly and said, "I went singing with Xiu Yao on Saturday night, and I was busy with something on Sunday. Sorry about that."

  "Ah, I see. Ji Su still had a faint smile on her face as she said softly, 'Don't run away again tonight, let's organize our notes for each subject and hope for a good score tomorrow.'"

  Wen Cheng stared at her for a while, then burst out laughing and said: "Good!"

  At the end of the third class, Ye Yuting walked into the classroom. She began to announce the exam numbers for tomorrow's test. After finishing the announcement, her eyes swept across each person's face and said:

  It's just a mock exam, don't worry about it. I believe our class will definitely achieve good results! That's all for today, dismissal!

  As soon as Ye Yuting left, Ren Yi burst out laughing and patted Wen Qian's shoulder, saying: "Heavenly fate! I'm actually still in our class at Exam Room 7. With this geographical advantage, this time will definitely be extremely auspicious."

  Wen Cheng was at Exam Room 19, and had to go to Class 5 for the exam. Compared to Ren Yi, it was like being a stranger in a strange land. He laughed and said: "But Zhang Tianqi is in Class 1, didn't you just waste half a day's saliva?"

  "Such things are up to fate, it's always good to have a good relationship. Who knows, maybe next time we'll be together? This is called being prepared for any situation!"

  As they walked out of the classroom, the heavy rain that had been brewing all day finally poured down. Ren Yi didn't even bother to review, relying on his incredibly strong interpersonal relationships instead. Liuxiao and Baxiao from the third exam room went to investigate. Meng Ah also excused himself, saying he had something at home and left first. He picked up a book to cover his head and disappeared into the heavy rain, causing the "four-person group" to collapse instantly.

  The bustling campus quickly returned to quiet, Ji Su and Wen Qing stood under the eaves of the first floor building, looking at the rainwater filling the sky with countless transparent lines that instantly engulfed the world from the ninth heaven. The nearby Honeysuckle swayed in the wind and rain, its long leaves making a rustling sound, the beautiful pink Honeysuckle flowers that bloomed during the day and closed at night had already fallen, leaving only brown fruit scattered on the branches.

  Two people stood half a meter apart, standing for a long time in silence. Ji Su suddenly took a step forward, stretching out her hand to explore the rain. The icy rainwater instantly made the delicate white petals lift their heads to gaze at the Huanhua tree in the misty rain. Whispering: "So beautiful."

  Wen Cai is now slightly regretful that after Meng Ah left, he shouldn't have said those words to Su, and is waiting here for the rain to stop.

  Walked over to her side, imitated her gesture and stretched out his hand, smiling: "Speaking of the honeysuckle tree, there's also a beautiful legend"

  "Hmm, let's hear it." Ji Su tilted her head, her stunning face radiating an irresistible charm.

  It is said that the Huanhuan tree was originally called Kuqing Village, and it had never bloomed in thousands of years. During the Tang Kaiyuan period, a scholar studied hard for ten years and prepared to take the imperial examination in the capital. Before he left, his wife pointed to the Kuqing tree in front of the window and said to him: "Husband, you will surely pass the exam this time. However, the flowers in the capital are dazzling, don't forget the way back home!"

  Ji Su nodded slightly, her eyes shining like stars with curiosity, staring straight at Wen Chen.

  "A scholar left for ten years, and from then on, there was no news. His wife at home turned white hair from black. She didn't even wait to see her husband's shadow again. Finally, that day arrived. She came to the bitter love tree and made a blood-weeping vow with the suffering of thousands of lifetimes: 'From now on, let this bitter love bloom, heartless people as leaves, devoted people as flowers, flowers never wilting, leaves never withering, different hearts in one life, joyful reunions for all eternity!' After finishing speaking, she died. The next year, the bitter love tree indeed bloomed, half red and half white, like small fans hanging from the branches. Blooming during the day, closing at night. As the flowers opened and closed, it was called 'reunion flower'."

  "The flowers do not wither, the leaves do not fall"

  Ji Su repeated the phrase several times, then let out a soft sigh. She gazed into the distance, her eyes narrowing slightly as she muttered to herself that it wasn't good. This kind of story was particularly damaging to girls, and she really shouldn't have spoken so carelessly. Intentionally trying to liven up the atmosphere, she chuckled softly and said, "That Ren Yi guy isn't a good person, he once told me that all the leaders at Qingyi Middle School are perverts, or else why would they plant trees that harm public morals like this?"

  Ji Su was indeed distracted and exclaimed: "Ah?"

  "He said that in the Wuxia novels, there is a certain technique called 'Tian Di He Huan Yin Yang Da Bei Fu', and these two words 'He Huan' refer to the relationship between men and women, haha"

  Ji Su was pure and innocent, even though she knew the other meaning of honeysuckle, she had never thought of it in relation to such a beautiful flower. At this moment, hearing Wen Qian's teasing tone, her face suddenly turned red with shame, and with both hands holding rainwater, she splashed it onto Wen Qian's body, giggling: "I think you're not a good person!"

  Wēn qiān duǒ shǎn bù jí bèi lìn le yī shēn de shuǐ, máng xiào zhe qiú ráo. Huān kuài de xiào shēng fēi guò lóu céng, lüè guò shù diāo, chuān guò céng céng dì dì de yǔ wù, xiāo shì zài yáo bù kě jiàn de zhòng jiàng zhī shàng.

  The sky was getting darker and the rain was getting heavier, showing no signs of stopping. Ji Su's face had a hint of anxiety, and Wen Ze didn't want to stay here either. Although it was raining heavily, it was possible that the teachers from the teaching office would be wandering around in school, and if they were bumped into, it would be somewhat awkward.

  "Let's go!"

  "Is it going to rain like this all day?"

  Wen Qian took off his top and covered his head with both hands. Ji Su exclaimed, "Don't! You'll catch a cold!"

  "Still dazed? Hurry up and come in! You'll really catch a cold if you wait any longer."

  Ji Su's heart skipped a beat. Without further hesitation, she boldly walked in, one hand busy pulling her clothes, the other hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out and gently placing it on his waist.

  "Ready, set, go!"

  Two people rushed into the rain, trampling on the accumulated water on the ground, splashing up waves of youth.

  In the era of white clothes winning snow, was there a boy who ignored your obstruction and took off his outerwear to cover his head?

  In the long and windy season, was there a girl who followed your command, giggling as she rushed into the rain?

  Today Kawenka spit blood, six or seven hours just writing a few words, early this morning until noon, very speechless.