The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The trip to Beijing ended somewhat abruptly.

The main reason is that senior Wu Zixi was too ashamed to show up again. Ever since Chen Zhi brought up the premise of being "a half-daughter," throughout the summer camp, whenever Chen Zhi and Pei Ningxue walked together, people around them would cast meaningful glances.

As for Pei Ningxue's verbal advantage over Chen Zhi...

Pei Ningxue's revenge was simple.

On the high-speed train back, she asked Chen Zhi to peel pistachios for her the whole way.

Chen Zhi's words, "It wasn't easy for your dad to raise you," were written down in her little notebook, with interest calculated daily.

……

Back in Jiangcheng, the hottest part of summer had just passed, and the heavy clouds of the senior year loomed over us.

The senior high school building at Jiangcheng No. 1 High School is a separate building, with red banners hanging at the entrance that make people's blood pressure rise at first glance: "Study until you drop dead" and "Raise your score by one point and you'll beat a thousand people."

The countdown on the blackboard at the back of the classroom changed from three digits to two digits.

That sense of urgency felt like someone was whipping you from behind. The classroom was always filled with the mixed smell of Tiger Balm and instant coffee.

Lin Wanwan is gone.

As an art student preparing for college entrance exams, she had to go to the provincial capital for a six-month intensive training program. Chen Zhi saw her off on the day she left.

The little girl cried her eyes out, snot bubbles coming out of her nose, and clung to Chen Zhi's sleeve, refusing to let go.

"Chen Zhi, you're not allowed to run off with another girl while I'm gone!" Lin Wanwan threatened, wiping away her tears, but her words held no real power. "Especially that Pei Ningxue, she...she's so wicked!"

"Don't worry." Chen Zhi helped her tidy up her messy bangs. "When you become a big star, I'll still need you to support me."

"Then it's a deal, you have to be my number one fan."

After Lin Wanwan left, Chen Zhi's life became monotonous and repetitive.

The only source of entertainment was probably the two guardians by his side.

Li Zhiyi is still as well-behaved as ever.

Every morning before self-study, she would quietly slip a box of warm milk into Chen Zhizhuo's stomach, sometimes with peeled walnuts.

She didn't talk much, but when Chen Zhi got tired of doing his problems and lay down on the table pretending to be dead, she would gently poke his arm with her pen cap and hand him a sticky note full of problem-solving ideas.

The handwriting was neat and beautiful, and there was also a silly smiling face drawn on it.

Pei Ningxue, on the other hand, has a completely different style.

Ever since that black stockings incident and the summer camp incident, this bad woman seems to have flipped some strange switch.

On the surface, she is a cool and aloof academic genius, and the apple of her teachers' eye.

But under the desk, hidden by layers of test papers, she always managed to come up with some new tricks.

Sometimes during morning reading time, Chen Zhi was reciting "The Road to Shu is Hard" when he suddenly felt a chill on his thigh. Looking down, he saw a foot wearing an over-the-knee sock casually stepping on his shoe and even rubbing against it arrogantly.

Chen Zhi glared at him.

Pei Ningxue twirled her pen in her hand, looked straight ahead, and recited fluently: "Turning to the west, I sigh deeply..."

It was as if the mischievous foot under the table wasn't hers.

This clandestine affair became a tacitly understood secret game between the two.

Compared to the tedious grind of doing practice problems, the thrill of constantly teetering on the edge of danger became the biggest energizer for Chen Zhi during his senior year of high school.

……

Days passed by like this.

Mock exam 1, Mock exam 2, Mock exam 3.

The stack of exam papers was taller than Chen Zhi's head.

Even the balding headmaster, who always liked to find fault, has been walking softly when he patrols the classrooms lately, afraid of disturbing these precious little ones who are about to go into battle.

June.

The chirping of cicadas is so annoying!

In the last class, the English teacher did not go over the questions.

She wore a red cheongsam, symbolizing "a successful start".

She wrote the four characters "May your future be bright" on the blackboard, and when she turned around, her eyes were a little red.

"Students, that's my way of seeing you off."

"From now on, no one will confiscate your novels, no one will interfere with your early relationships, and no one will force you to wear this hideous school uniform anymore."

The classroom fell silent. Then, someone started sobbing, and the sound of crying instantly filled the room.

Even the most mischievous boys had red eyes and lowered their heads.

Looking at the camphor tree leaves swaying in the wind outside the window, Chen Zhi felt a rare pang of sadness welling up in his heart.

This damn youth, it's all coming to an end eventually.

……

6 month 7 day.

The first day of the college entrance examination.

The weather cooperated, and a light rain fell, taking away the heat of the past few days.

Outside the Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School examination center, there was a huge crowd of people.

Parents dressed in cheongsams and carrying sunflowers blocked the school gate completely. Traffic police were blowing their whistles frantically at the intersection to maintain order.

"Did you bring your admission ticket? Your ID card? Are your 2B pencils sharpened?"

"Don't be nervous, just treat it like a regular test. It's okay if you don't do well; you can always go home and inherit the family fortune..."

"I forgot my exam admission ticket again, but luckily I brought my ID card, so I went to an internet cafe."

A cacophony of words of advice and encouragement mingled together. Uh, and that guy who got in through a special program—could someone come and beat him up?

Chen Zhi stood calmly in the crowd.

He looked at a guy next to him who was so nervous his hands were shaking, and the guy was trying to pour a bottle of Red Bull down his nose.

"Chen Zhi".

A cold voice came from behind.

Chen Zhi turned around.

Pei Ningxue was dressed simply today, in a white T-shirt and jeans, with her ponytail tied high, revealing a section of her slender, fair neck.

Today she was as clean as a handful of snowflakes.

"Did you bring your exam admission ticket?" she asked.

"I brought it."

"A 2B pencil?"

"I brought it."

Where's your brain?

"...Pei Ningxue, did you come here to start a fight?"

Pei Ningxue took a thermos from her bag and tossed it to Chen Zhi.

"What is this?" Chen Zhi caught it.

"I don't like ginseng tea, it's a waste to throw it away, you're lucky." Pei Ningxue turned her face away, so her expression couldn't be seen. "It's refreshing."

Chen Zhi unscrewed the cap and took a sniff.

It's not ginger tea at all; it's a special refreshing drink with mint and honey, and it's warm.

This two-faced, wicked woman.

"Thanks." Chen Zhi took a sip and felt a cool sensation rush to his head, instantly clearing his head.

"You're welcome."

"Are you nervous?" she asked again.

"What's there to be nervous about?" Chen Zhi shrugged. "The ones who should be nervous are the teachers who set the questions. They're afraid I'll get a perfect score and scare them."

Pei Ningxue's lips curled slightly, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand, palm up.

"What? You want to pay?" Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow.

"I'll lend you some of my luck," Pei Ningxue said matter-of-factly. "I've heard that idiots usually have good luck."

Chen Zhiqi laughed.

He reached out and slapped that fair hand hard.

"Snapped!"

It was crisp and clear.

"Take it, you don't need to return it."

Pei Ningxue withdrew her hand, clenched it into a fist, placed it on her chest, and softly hummed in agreement.

On the other side, Li Zhiyi was seen off at the door by her grandparents.

The elderly couple kept giving her instructions, and Li Zhiyi kept nodding, but her eyes kept wandering around in the crowd.

Only when she saw Chen Zhi did her somewhat flustered eyes instantly calm down.

Chen Zhichong waved to her and mouthed, "Go for it!"

Li Zhiyi nodded vigorously, her cheeks slightly flushed, and gripped the pencil case tightly in her hand.

The bell rang.

Curly hair.

The whole world seemed to have been muted at that moment.

All that remained was the soft scratching of the pen tip on the paper, like silkworms munching on mulberry leaves, densely packed—the sound of the gears of fate turning.

Language

When discussing the "effects of physical education" in his article "A Study of Physical Education" published in *New Youth*, the great man said: The human body changes every day. If eyesight is poor, it can be improved; if hearing is impaired, it can be enhanced…

Write an essay based on the provided material, reflecting your insights and thoughts. Choose an appropriate angle, determine your theme, specify the genre, and create your own title; do not plagiarize or copy; do not reveal personal information; the essay should be no less than 800 words.

Chen Zhi had been preparing for this essay for a long time.

When I pick up my pen, my thoughts flow like a torrent of urine.

math.

The legendary "Ge's army marches forth, leaving not a blade of grass standing" did not materialize. The difficulty of the questions was moderate, and they were even a bit refreshing.

Chen Zhi did it very quickly.

Those complex functions and geometric figures were automatically deconstructed and reassembled in his mind, turning into simple numbers.

The last challenging question required a bit of thought, but it only required two extra sheets of scratch paper.

Comprehensive Science.

English.

Two days felt like a long yet fleeting dream.

……

February 6 at 8pm.

The bell rang precisely on time, signaling the end of the last English exam.

"The exam is over. Please stop writing immediately..."

The final words of high school life came over the loudspeaker.

Chen Zhi closed the pen cap and exhaled a long breath.

ended.

That high school era, filled with exam papers, rankings, early mornings and late nights, secretly reading novels, and playing pranks under the desk, has come to a complete end.

He stood up and handed in his paper.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling the moment I stepped out of the examination room.

In the hallway, someone shouted first, "Liberation is here!!!"

Immediately afterwards, cheers and screams nearly lifted the roof off.

Some people threw their schoolbags into the air, some hugged classmates they knew or didn't know and cried their hearts out, and some rushed into the corridor and shouted their confessions to the people downstairs.