Rebirth 08: A Happy Life Begins in Elementary School

Chapter 116 Anticipating the Sun Rising Every Day

Unexpected yet perfectly logical.

Li Zhao was somewhat surprised that Wu Weisong would bring up a writer in the public eye.

But people are inherently diverse. Wu Weisong's proficiency in science and his love for computer science do not mean that he dislikes the humanities.

Judging from their past lives, Wu Weisong should be someone who is talented in science but also pays great attention to the humanities and social sciences.

Given the current influence of Sikoudao in Linjiang, it's not surprising that anyone who reads the newspaper regularly would pay attention to it.

"Why?" Li Zhao asked.

"He can change the world."

This time, Li Zhao's eyes lit up.

"Too."

"He used his talent and knowledge to write articles that helped people understand urban planning, which in turn influenced the government to take action, and even saved many people in the earthquake!"

Wu Weisong was quite excited when he talked about this.

Li Zhao restrained his expression.

"Don't you like the four-bladed knife?" Wu Weisong asked.

"Oh? No, I like it too."

You don't seem to agree.

No, bro, I'm just a little embarrassed by your compliments.

Wu Weisong didn't dwell on it, but simply sighed, "I wonder if Sikoudao is still writing articles."

Why do you think he's lost his writing ability?

"After the earthquake, there was a deluge of news, but he didn't respond. And I haven't seen any new articles from him either."

"Perhaps he just wants to continue quietly sharing his views with everyone?"

"That's right!" Wu Weisong clapped his hands. "You seem to know a lot about Sikoudao. Do you know him?"

Xiao Wu's ideas are really unconventional.

No, I was just guessing.

"You two, come and eat!" Wu Weisong's mother called out.

Wu Weisong was reluctant to leave; the "dinner party" was still too much pressure for him now.

Li Zhao was quite interested in what kind of dishes would be served at the informal family dinner at New Taipei First Senior High School in 08.

The result was unremarkable; it was just a simple home-style stir-fry, but the dishes were good, the portions were generous, and the presentation was beautiful.

It was a well-made, reasonable, and pleasant dining experience despite its lack of presence.

This is exactly the attitude that schools should be adopting now.

A lavish meal won't do, nor will a simple lunchbox. Han Xu, the dean of students, looks like a PE teacher, but he's quite good at making arrangements.

During mealtimes, the conversations are mostly between the adults.

Because Zhou Xiaoyun didn't talk much, Wu Weisong's mother also adopted a reserved demeanor, making the two of them appear mysterious and unpredictable.

Therefore, the topic could only be brought up by Han Xu and Wang Wenzhao, who took turns introducing the school again.

After they had eaten enough, a female teacher brought over various documents and forms, moved to a different table, and began processing the registration procedures.

Wu Weisong pulled Li Zhao aside and asked, "Since we registered so early, are we going to start classes right away?"

"It's just preparation in advance. We haven't graduated yet; our student status is still in elementary school," Li Zhao laughed. "They want to lock us in first, afraid we'll go to other schools."

"I see—" Wu Weisong nodded, adjusting his glasses. "I had actually thought about that."

Huh? No wonder New Taipei First Senior High School was so nervous; it turns out they were both "uncertain."

"Where to?"

"New Taipei Experimental School"

Li Zhao thought he had misheard. "What? An experiment?"

"Yes, they invited me too. The computer lab is amazing, it's brand new!"

This brain circuit is truly unique.

"Why wasn't I invited to the experiment? —" Li Zhao muttered to himself.

Wu Weisong glanced at the adults and whispered to Li Zhao, "I overheard their teachers talking about how Xinbei No.1 High School contacted you ahead of time, but they weren't confident and stopped contacting you."

Didn't New Taipei First Senior High School contact you beforehand?

"No, I was with other people behind me."

Oh, so in the eyes of New Taipei First Senior High School, there is still a difference in class between him and Wu Weisong.

"Li Zhao," Wu Weisong began, "do you know any other students who were specially admitted?"

"I don't know him, so what?"

"6

""

This guy couldn't hide his feelings at all; his expression perfectly conveyed the phrase "wanting to say something but holding back."

"It's alright, go ahead and tell me."

Do you have a girl you like?

Huh? Isn't this kind of eccentricity?

"Elementary school students, what do they know about liking or disliking things?"

"Oh, I see. You just look down on elementary school students."

"No—" Li Zhao didn't know how to explain for a moment.

"Don't worry, I'll tell her to give up on that idea and not let her bother you."

"Who?"

"I can't say that."

Then Wu Weisong entered a state of reverie.

Damn it, Lao Wu, were you this difficult to deal with when you were a kid? No wonder your adolescence was so bleak!

It was almost 2 p.m. when they got home. Li Zhao felt inexplicably tired, while Zhou Xiaoyun was full of energy.

"Mom, aren't you tired? You can still go help Dad with his business right away?"

"Why not? You had such a great time today, I need to have a serious talk with your dad about it."

Oh, helping with business isn't that important; what's important is being able to show off. I get it.

In the afternoon, Li Zhao turned on his computer and logged into QQ.

I received a message from He Shuyao right away: Have you celebrated Children's Day yet?

[I went to New Taipei First Senior High School, let's just say that. What about you?]

However, since both profile pictures were grayed out, Li Zhao didn't pay any attention to them.

He entered Wu Weisong's QQ number and requested to add him as a friend.

"Song" is such a simple nickname, and the profile picture is also gray.

Why doesn't anyone use a computer?

Having a computer makes it much more convenient to send emails directly to the South China Weekly's email address.

So Li Zhao submitted his article "Urban Villages".

If South China Weekly has any further ideas, they can communicate directly via email. Otherwise, they might really portray "Four Knives" as a reclusive master, and if someone really wants to connect with him one day, it would be difficult to issue some kind of public invitation.

Of course, the royalty statement was still sent to the neighborhood committee—in fact, Li Zhao no longer cared so much about the royalty.

Time fell silent again.

It's June now, and the feeling of "heat" is officially starting to appear, reaching its peak during the summer vacation.

Li Zhao got up and walked to the window, looking down at the few shops that had become quiet.

The shop owners used cement blocks to support huge parasols, sat in rattan chairs and plastic stools, and chatted while being fanned.

In Li Zhao's eyes, this was a boring and wasteful way of life.

But to Li Zhao now, the people he chats with seem to be living quite wisely.

Being clear-headed often means figuring out what you want.

When everyone wants to chat idly in the afternoon and have a good time, things naturally become clearer.

What is Li Zhao's insight?

It's about what he wants to do.

This has been a problem since my rebirth.

The desire for financial freedom has progressed very smoothly; the desire to make up for regrets from a past life has also yielded considerable results; what comes after that?

We need some new expectations, and we need a constant stream of new expectations.

Li Zhao didn't have any expectations for going to New Taipei First Senior High School today; it was just an opportunity to show off.

But I never expected to meet Wu Weisong, and I never expected that the two of us would become good friends.

Wu Weisong exhibited a unique vitality in his exploration and thirst for knowledge, which was very pure.

This rekindled some of the ambitions Li Zhao had harbored since his youth.

This also made him realize that New Taipei First Senior High School, this brand-new platform, was worth his expectations.

This is not just a simple impact of a "better school," but mainly about Li Zhao's status in the new school.

If he is still at the same level as in his previous life, then the only difference is that he went from the experimental school to the No. 1 Middle School, where the overall atmosphere is better.

However, he entered as a prodigy, and his influence will be amplified among the group of young geniuses at No. 1 High School.

Li Zhao wanted to be a true genius.

It's not just about information asymmetry.

Li Zhao was very much looking forward to his upcoming junior high school life, looking forward to the group of specially admitted students, each with their own strengths, looking forward to how Wang Wenzhao would teach this group of outstanding children, and looking forward to doing something special himself.

That's the kind of expectation.

Simple, direct, and passionate.

Life is filled with expectations, big and small, and every step is full of motivation. We expand the boundaries of our lives with our own hands, explore different possibilities, and generate more and more new ambitions.

Then go and realize these ambitions, which will bring more exciting possibilities.

It's not a responsibility imposed by society, nor a demand from others, but rather an exploration you yourself desire.

The problems I want to solve, the challenges I want to overcome, the predicaments I want to break through, the things I want to possess, the people I want to cherish, and the future I want to create.

The result of these expectations is happiness.

Regardless of success or failure, success is naturally good, but failure is also without regret.

If you keep going like this, life will naturally be wonderful. When you look back, there may still be many regrets, but you will never feel that you have wasted your life.

Li Zhao sat calmly in his seat.

"What is happiness?" is a difficult question to answer. Everyone has a different answer. It can be expressed simply as an event, or it can be so abstract that there is no way to summarize it.

For the former Li Zhao, happiness was the task imposed on him by society and family. He naively believed that as long as he did well, he would be happy. For the reborn Li Zhao, happiness is to make up for the regrets of his previous life. As long as those wrong things are corrected, he can be happy.

He now has a new answer.

Simple, direct, and passionate.

Having lived two lives, I have never wanted to live so freely.

The passage of time no longer caused him anxiety, and the sunrise of a new day no longer served as a reminder of the past.

What a wonderful Children's Day gift!

Looking forward to the sunrise every day. Happiness +5, Total 8

Just then, He Shuyao replied to the message: [Why didn't you reply to the link I sent you before?]

Oh, so that's what that resentful look meant.

Li Zhao thought for a moment, then replied crisply: [I thought I had replied. Oh dear, I admit my mistake.]

You are innocent.

[Thank you, Your Majesty]

What are you doing at New Taipei First Senior High School?

Li Zhao immediately started writing a short essay, which made Emperor Shuyao transform into a bewildered little girl, constantly exclaiming "Wow!" and sending shocked and envious emojis.

"Don't you use the computer from Monday to Friday?" Li Zhao asked.

[Exams are coming up soon, who else can skip studying like you?]

[Then I definitely can't play anymore, bye-bye]

The profile picture immediately turned gray —

It seems like everyone is under a lot of pressure.

In June, all the sixth-grade students at Xinbei No. 6 Elementary School studied very diligently, especially Class 1.

Including Li Zhao.

But he was studying from junior high school textbooks.

This put a lot of pressure on Chen Nian. Whenever he had a question and wanted to ask his god-like deskmate, he would turn his head and see that the other person was writing a bunch of formulas that he couldn't understand at all, so he was too embarrassed to ask.

In less than a month, Chen Nian had diligently studied most of the elementary school supplementary materials, while his deskmate Li Zhao had diligently gone through all the junior high school textbooks, leaving behind a mysterious notebook titled "Let's Take Another Look".

Then came the graduation exam.

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