After the darkness!

"These are the results of this test, and I can tell you very seriously, they are terrible!"

Some of you have really dropped in grades. I have to admit now, you are the worst class I've ever taught!

In the classroom, the math teacher was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing thick glasses, with graying hair tied in a high ponytail, sallow skin, and thin lips.

Just by looking stern, he can create an indescribable sense of pressure.

Everyone in the classroom immediately held their breath.

About four or five seconds later.

"Do you really think you can stop studying if you don't get into college? You're all just not studying hard enough. Let me tell you, a good vocational high school isn't necessarily worse than a junior college!"

Day by day, he's become less and less like a monster!

After finishing speaking, the math teacher slammed the folder in his hand onto the table, waved, and told the class representative to distribute the report cards.

The class representative is a petite girl named Xiao Ting. She is the math class representative and has excellent grades. In terms of academic subjects alone, she consistently ranks among the top three in the class and can be among the top twenty in the grade.

If nothing unexpected happens, they might even be able to get into some less prestigious key universities.

Therefore, he was well-liked by his teachers in the past.

Xiao Ting jogged forward to take the report card and then distributed it to several familiar classmates.

Soon, the group of students darted around the classroom like little bees.

The previously serious atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Everyone started looking at each other, asking about their grades.

As the college entrance examination approaches, everyone's mind becomes increasingly restless.

Especially for those who fail to get into university, the options are either to attend a vocational school or to enter the workforce early.

Vocational schools are located in rural areas, and even the closest ones are just undeveloped areas behind high walls, with conditions far inferior to those in the city.

In Lin Yijue's memory, if the urban area he was in now looked a bit like some fourth-tier cities in 2025 in his previous life, then the rural first-tier cities would be directly relegated to the level of third- or fourth-tier cities in the 90s.

If it's beyond the third ring, it will be even more exaggerated.

It's directly a peri-urban area.

Therefore, most people who fail the exam think about making the most of their time to have fun and enjoy all the things they haven't had yet.

It can be considered a form of indulgence.

After all, if you go to a vocational school, you can only go back to the city during winter and summer vacations.

"Jue Mei, how did you do on the exam this time?" Wang Qi, who was in front of her, turned around and asked curiously.

As she spoke, her gaze kept glancing at his report card.

Lin Yijue did not cover up, and even moved his hand away slightly.

"Chinese 103, Math 80, Electronics Theory 50, History was better, 80, Biology was also good, 70, only Electronics Theory was a bit weak." Wang Qi calculated the scores, Lin Yijue's total score was about 380.

Based on a total score of 650, he barely passed.

He ranks around the top half of the class.

If you perform like this in the college entrance exam, you should have no problem getting into a vocational high school in the third ring road area.

If we can improve our electronics theory, we might even be able to compete with vocational high schools in the same category.

"Not bad, you're just 60 points away from catching up with me." Wang Qi said with a rather sentimental look, sounding quite old-fashioned.

As she spoke, she flipped through Lin Yijue's test paper.

"Something's not right. How come you only got this many points on the basic questions in electricity theory?" Suddenly, she seemed to have discovered something amazing.

In a typical exam, the questions are divided into basic, intermediate, and challenging sections, with a score distribution of approximately 6:3:1.

What an average student can get is probably just the basic points.

Of the total score of 150, 30 out of Lin Yijue's 50 points were advanced questions, which is quite exaggerated.

"Oh." Lin Yijue lay on the table and nodded softly. He had been a little reckless at noon and had overdone it. Now his body felt completely drained, and he could still faintly taste blood rising to his head.

The more I think about it, the stranger it seems.

How can you feel like you've been seriously ill after training?

If it weren't for his extraordinary stamina allowing him to recover from the negative effects the next day, he probably would have gone straight to the hospital.

"Did you hear me? What's wrong, are you asleep?" Wang Qi saw that Lin Yijue seemed a little dazed and couldn't help but shake his arm.

"Huh? What did you say?" Lin Yijue snapped out of his daze, looked at the other person, and casually said, "As for the grades, I don't know either. Maybe it was just luck."

He wasn't being perfunctory. In just a few days, he was relying on the original owner's existing knowledge for tests, at most developing some new skills in thinking and question types.

If the question involves knowledge that is relevant to your area of ​​knowledge, that's fine, but if it doesn't, even a basic question will be useless.

"Luck..." Wang Qi's lips curled down, giving Lin Yijue a look that said, "Who believes you?" "King Juan, just be modest."

She looked at Lin Yijue seriously as she spoke, "Actually, I feel that if you really gave up martial arts and went into academics, you might actually be able to get into university."

"We'll see when the time comes," Lin Yijue said with a laugh.

"Don't even mention it. The college entrance exam is just a month or two away. Don't even mention it." Wang Qi gave him a look of exasperation, assuming that Lin Yijue had been provoked by Luo Wen.

"Don't worry, I'm on the path of being both scholarly and martial. Master Wang, you'd better be careful, lest you can't beat me in a fight or learn from me." Lin Yijue pretended to be stupid.

"It makes you look good."

"It's alright, it's alright."

"By the way, there's something I need to tell you. Did you offend Xu Jie?" Wang Qi suddenly lowered her voice.

"what?"

"What? People are saying everywhere that you only follow the teacher after school, and they'd better not get caught by him."

"What exactly happened? I have a friend from another class who knows Xu Jie. Maybe he can help me sort things out?" Wang Qi asked earnestly.

"It's nothing, just a small disagreement, don't worry about it."

"If you consider me a friend, then don't say things like that. Besides, what's the big deal to you? It's just a matter of passing on a message." Wang Qi didn't say anything more and turned his head away.

Just as the test papers were handed out, the math teacher called for quiet and then began to review the mistakes.

Lin Yijue looked at Wang Qi in front of him, who was buried in her head, her hands heaving as she diligently took notes, and felt a mix of emotions.

Those who can attend No. 7 Middle School all come from families with some influence or power.

He has an older sister who is a leader in the city's armed forces department, so he can be considered a minor official's son.

Of course, he is far inferior to Wang Qi.

I heard from others that the other family runs a business, and it's quite a large one. When school starts, the vice principal personally handles the enrollment registration.

In this world, just like in the 1990s of my previous life, it's impossible to do business, especially big business, without force.

Dealing with a hoodlum who hasn't even graduated from school could actually be done with just a few words.

The only thing he didn't expect was that Xu Jie hadn't been watching him for the past few days, and he thought that the guy had given up, but this still happened.

"Forget about it for now, whatever happens, it's a good thing."

He lay down again and began to close his eyes to rest.

I think I should reduce the amount of training tomorrow.

His condition today is so bad that it's almost affecting his normal studies and life, which is definitely not acceptable.

Should we go to the hospital to get it checked out?

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

The medical resources in this world are far scarcer than in the previous one.

In my past life, at least I had medical insurance. I paid a few hundred dollars, and if I got sick and needed to be hospitalized, several percent of the costs would be reimbursed.

But that's not available here; all you can find are medical loans...

Yes, if you get sick and don't have money, the hospital can provide a loan, and you can arrange to repay the loan after you recover.

If you don't have the ability to repay the loan, you can directly use your work to offset the loan.

After all, whether it's the high-standard underground farmland to the east of the high walls, the salt algae lake to the south, or the weapons workshops, there has never been a shortage of skilled workers.

This can be considered a characteristic of the times.

Regardless of their abilities, every person who can move and move has their own value.

More importantly, having awakened his talent tree, he subconsciously felt a bit afraid to go to the hospital.

Soon, math class ended.

Wang Qi glanced at Lin Yijue, then called her best friend Ding Jie, and the two walked straight out of the classroom.

He didn't come back until almost time for class.

Wang Qi walked to Lin Yijue's table, shrugged, and said, "It's resolved. The kid can go home by himself now."

"Wow, thank you so much, Master Wang. I'm deeply grateful." Lin Yijue, who was studying electrical formulas, was somewhat surprised by the other party's decisiveness and said solemnly.

"Okay, it's alright. Just be prepared to be a slave in your next life." Wang Qi waved his hand.

"Get lost," Lin Yijue replied.

*

Despite receiving a firm promise from Wang Qi, Lin Yijue still chose to go back with his Chinese teacher.

The Chinese teacher's surname was Yang, and his given name was Yang Xiaozhong. He continued to chat with Lin Yijue casually on the way.

Either ask him if he's dating, or if you get excited, start asking him questions.

Say the first half of a classical Chinese poem and ask him to complete the second half, or read a passage of classical Chinese and ask him to translate it.

He has a strong tendency to be a know-it-all.

Lin Yijue didn't let the conversation get awkward and cooperated very well.

After all, to some extent this can be considered special tutoring, a free cram school.

Of course, only a minority of people take extra Chinese language classes on weekdays.

After listening to Lin Yijue's translation of the classical Chinese text, Yang Xiaozhong nodded slightly.

"Your Chinese language skills are good, and your test score this time is also good; you've improved a lot compared to before."

"Teacher Yang is still the best," Lin Yijue said earnestly.

These past few days, when we walk home together, the questions they ask me are almost all about knowledge points.

Lin Yijue originally thought the other party would be modest.

After all, a normal teacher, upon hearing such praise, would instinctively reply, "Not at all," and then add, "It's all thanks to your own hard work."

But nothing came of it.

"I also think I've taught well. I'm only telling you this, for three years, at most three years, right before I retire. I plan to become a renowned teacher." Yang Xiaozhong said in a solemn voice.

There are five levels of teacher professional titles: junior teacher, intermediate teacher, senior teacher, associate senior teacher, and senior teacher.

Senior-level teachers have another title: renowned teachers.

In the entire No. 7 Middle School, there are only two renowned teachers, one for academics and one for martial arts.

The renowned physical fitness instructors are only on temporary assignments; they never come to the school or teach classes.

As for Yang Xiaozhong, if Lin Yijue remembers correctly, he is only a mid-level teacher.

After all, compared to strong subjects like mathematics, such as electricity and physics, Chinese language doesn't have much of an advantage.

"Teacher Yang is ambitious, and I'm not afraid to tell you the truth so you'll laugh at me. You have the makings of a great teacher." Lin Yijue opened his mouth, thought for a long time, and then replied.

"You little brat."

Yang Xiaozhong immediately beamed with joy.

"Anything to do after you get back and have dinner? If not, why don't you come over to my house for some tutoring? I'm only telling you this, but all these years, I've been working at No. 7 Middle School, and I haven't been doing nothing."

"To date, I have compiled three sets of final Chinese language exam papers, truly the ultimate masterpieces, the culmination of my life's work." He looked intently at Lin Yijue.

"The grand finale?" Lin Yijue felt a conditioned reflex of excitement.

But when I thought about Chinese literature, my interest waned a bit.

"I might not have time; I need to practice the Eighteen Forms when I get home," he said after thinking for a moment.

Given his current condition, he wouldn't have the energy to continue with the "Eighteen Styles" once he gets back.

But he really didn't want to brush up on Chinese; he'd rather spend that time studying electronics theory.

"Eighteen styles? Isn't it enough to just learn the routines? You don't actually want to go into sports, do you?"

That's probably due to your sister's influence; after all, your sister is so outstanding.

"Speaking of your sister, she's very smart too. I've taught her as well. That girl is no less capable than you, of course, not as eloquent as you, kid." Yang Xiaozhong said as if he knew everything, his eyes showing a look of reminiscence and a hint of teasing.

"Maybe so. I also think Lin Xiaofei isn't as good at teaching Chinese as Teacher Yang," Lin Yijue retorted.

"You're not talking nonsense."

The two started chatting casually.

……

When I got home, my older sister Lin Xiaofei was still not home, but some relatives had come to visit.

It was my second uncle and his son, Lin Xu.

There were four people in Lin's father's generation.

There were three men and one woman.

Lin's father is the eldest son. The second and third sons are both men, and the fourth son is a woman.

Overall, all four of them are doing quite well, and they all live in the city.

The second son, Lin Qiang, fared the best, working in a government department, specifically the Agricultural Bureau, which wielded considerable power.

The most obvious example is that the second uncle's family lives in a large apartment, and although both are in their final year of high school, Lin Xu's weekly living expenses are two thousand yuan.

More than Lin Yijue's two months.

It's easy to imagine how lucrative Lin Qiang's job was.

That's normal, though. In this era, military strength is the most important thing, followed by food.

Food security is of paramount importance.

Therefore, Second Uncle Lin Qiang is recognized as a capable person in the Lin family.

"Xiao Jue is back." Lin Qiang, Lin Yijue's second uncle, greeted him as he opened the door.

He was sitting with Lin's father, reading the newspaper and occasionally chatting about policies and current events.

As for Lin Xu...

This guy was actually performing the "Eighteen Styles" in a very precise and methodical way.

As soon as he opened the door, Lin Yijue saw the other party performing "White Crane Spreads Wings".

However, the other party was quite round in shape, weighing over 200 pounds, with short arms and legs, and its wings were rather comical when it spread them.

After realizing that Lin Yijue had returned, they spread their wings even higher.