Rebirth: My college entrance exam score was stolen? I turned the tables and made a billion.

Liu Guangming remained silent.

Zhao Xiaojun has a long, thin face and a bright white smile, just like his father. He looks quite kind.

In court, Zhao Youcai stood in the dock, still with that kind demeanor, head bowed.

When the judge asked him why he helped Chen Defu forge identity documents, he replied with four words: "I couldn't refuse a favor."

It's hard to refuse a favor.

Four words changed someone else's life by thirty years.

"Brother Guangming?"

Zhao Xiaojun waved his hand in front of him, "Are you alright? You don't look too good."

"fine."

Are you nervous?

Zhao Xiaojun patted his chest confidently.

"Let me tell you, my dad said that when you're nervous, you should take a deep breath."

After saying that, he stood by the roadside, puffed out his cheeks, and demonstrated for Liu Guangming, looking like a pufferfish.

Seeing that Liu Guangming didn't smile, Zhao Xiaojun took another half step closer to him.

"Brother Guangming, everyone knows you're serious, why are you so nervous?"

"I should be the one nervous. With my grades, my dad says I'd be lucky to even get into a junior college."

Liu Guangming hummed in agreement.

Zhao Xiaojun scratched the back of his head, wondering why Liu Guangming was so quiet today.

He thought for a moment, then took something out of his pocket.

A White Rabbit milk candy.

"for you."

Zhao Xiaojun stuffed the candy into Liu Guangming's hand.

"My mom bought this for me yesterday. She said sweet things can help with stress, and that eating a piece of candy will make me feel better when I'm nervous."

Liu Guangming looked down at the candy in his palm.

White Rabbit Creamy Candy.

In 1992, you could buy four White Rabbit milk candies for 50 cents at the corner store.

He remembered Zhao Xiaojun's mother.

When Zhao Youcai was arrested during the lawsuit, Zhao Xiaojun's mother went to his rented place, knelt at the door and cried, saying, "Please let my husband Zhao go, he was forced into this situation."

By then, Zhao Xiaojun had long since left the county town. I heard he was doing business elsewhere, and was doing so-so.

After Zhao Youcai's accident, he came back once, glanced at Liu Guangming from afar, said nothing, probably because he was too embarrassed to say anything, and then turned and left.

"Brother Guangming, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Xiaojun tilted his head and stared at him.

Liu Guangming put the candy into his pocket.

"Nothing, just thinking about something."

"Don't think about it. Thinking too much will only make you perform worse during the exam. That's what my dad said."

Zhao Xiaojun hopped on his old-fashioned bicycle. "Alright, I'm off now. I need to go to my aunt's to pick up some things. See you at the exam hall tomorrow!"

After saying that, he pedaled twice, wobbled up the dirt slope, and rode away with the creaking of the bicycle chain.

Liu Guangming stood there, reached into his pocket, squeezed the candy, and then exhaled.

When Zhao Youcai is mentioned, he is filled with resentment!

Can......

Zhao Youcai is Zhao Youcai, and Zhao Xiaojun is Zhao Xiaojun.

Seventeen-year-old Zhao Xiaojun knew nothing; he just felt that he looked unhappy, so he took out the candy from his pocket and gave it to himself.

Liu Guangming stuffed the candy back into his pocket and turned to continue walking.

Uncle Wang's house is not far from the village entrance. It consists of three mud-brick houses with the gate wide open. A hand-held tractor is parked at the gate, chugging and emitting black smoke.

Uncle Wang was squatting next to the tractor, holding a wrench in his hand and tightening screws. Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

"The light is coming? Wait a minute, this screw is loose, let me tighten it."

"No rush, Uncle."

After a while, Uncle Wang wiped the oil off his face with his sleeve, stood up, and clapped his hands.

"Come on, get in the car. It'll be a bit bumpy, but it'll only take an hour to get to the city."

Liu Guangming put his schoolbag on the back of the tractor, then climbed on himself, sat down against the sideboard, and the tractor slowly drove out of the village.

Liu Guangming was also busy, recalling the college entrance examination questions and answers from back then over and over again.

Forty minutes later, the tractor entered the county town.

Songyang County is not a big town. There is a main street running from south to north, with a department store, post office, Xinhua Bookstore and cinema all crammed onto this street.

Along the roadside, there were vendors pushing carts selling watermelons and others setting up stalls selling cold noodles, their shouts mingling together.

Uncle Wang parked the tractor at the street corner.

"Guangming, we're here. Turn east from your eldest sister's house, it's the second alley, you know it, right?"

"I recognize you. Thank you, Uncle."

"Don't mention it. Do your best on the exam; our village is counting on you."

Liu Guangming carried his bag and walked towards his elder sister Liu Cuihua's house.

My eldest sister's family lived in the staff quarters behind the county cotton mill. It was called a staff quarters, but it was actually just two rows of single-story houses, with each family having two rooms separated by a small courtyard.

Before even entering the courtyard, I could smell the aroma of meat.

My brother-in-law, Zhou Dehou, was squatting in the yard chopping wood. When he saw him come in, he immediately put down his axe and stood up.

"The light is here! Come inside quickly, your sister is cooking."

"Brother-in-law."

Zhou Dehou stepped forward, took his schoolbag, and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhou Dehou worked as a loader in a cotton mill. He had rough hands and great strength. This slap almost made Liu Guangming stumble.

"You've lost weight."

"Your sister bought half a pound of meat today. Have a good meal so you'll be full of energy for the exam tomorrow."

Liu Guangming went into the kitchen.

The eldest sister, Liu Cuihua, was standing in front of the stove, and the pot was sizzling with the sound of stir-fried green peppers and pork slices.

On the stove, there was a plate of smashed cucumber, a dish of peanuts, and a bowl of egg drop soup.

"Light, you've come!"

Liu Cuihua glanced back at him, her hand still holding the spatula, "Go wash your hands, it'll be ready soon."

Liu Guangming watched his older sister's retreating figure.

The 32-year-old woman still has a straight back, is quick and nimble, and has her hair neatly tied up.

In my past life, when we were in court, my older sister was hospitalized twice. She had high blood pressure and bad knees. When she came back from the provincial capital, she needed help getting off the train.

But she said, "Go ahead and sue me, I'll smash it and put it back up, I'll splash it and paint it again."

"What are you standing there for? Go wash your hands."

The older sister urged her again.

"oh."

After washing my hands, four dishes were placed on the table.

Zhou Dehou pulled him down to sit and put three pieces of meat in his bowl.

"Eat, don't skimp."

The older sister sat down opposite her, only eating some rice from her bowl and not picking up any meat.

"Guangming, have you brought everything? Where's your exam admission ticket?"

"I brought it."

"Is the pencil sharpened?"

"Sliced, two pieces."

"Where's the pen? Did you bring the ink?"

"I brought it."

The older sister nodded, then thought for a moment, "The exam venue is at No. 2 Middle School, right? It's not far from here, about a fifteen-minute walk. I'll take you there tomorrow."

"No need, I can go by myself."

"Then get up at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

Liu Guangming grunted in agreement and buried his head in his rice.

Zhou Dehou, holding a bowl beside him, hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Guangming, if you get into university, don't worry about the tuition."

"I've discussed it with your sister. The factory can advance six months' wages, and we can borrow from a few relatives to make up the difference."

The older sister glared at him.

"Why bring this up at the dinner table? Just let him eat in peace."

Zhou Dehou gave an awkward laugh and said nothing more.

Liu Guangming paused for a moment with his chopsticks.

I never got into university in my past life, so I never had the chance to say these things.

He had no idea how many times his older sister and brother-in-law had secretly discussed it and how many meals they had saved on meat.

"Thanks, brother-in-law."

"No need to thank me, we're family."

After dinner, his older sister made up the bed and told him to go to sleep early.

Liu Guangming didn't lie down immediately. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through his textbook for a while, reviewing many of the easily confused points.

I closed the book only after it was completely dark outside.

He woke up around six o'clock the next morning.

My older sister was already busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of noodles wafted into the house.

After finishing his noodles, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed out the door.

The July morning was already warm. Groups of students walked along the road, heading towards the Second Middle School, clutching their exam admission tickets and stationery bags, some muttering something under their breath.

When Liu Guangming arrived at the examination hall, it was not yet 7:30, and there was still an hour before the exam.

He found a shady spot under a tree, squatted down, took out his textbook, and looked at the places where he had lost points in his previous life.

After squatting under the shade of the tree for a short while, Zhao Xiaojun came over eagerly and squatted down as well.

"Brother Guangming, you're here so early too?"

"Um."

"I got up at six o'clock and ate three steamed buns at my aunt's house. I was so full."

Zhao Xiaojun looked around, lowered his voice, as if he was about to share some incredible secret.

"Hey, Brother Guangming, do you know what's going on?"

"What?"

"Among the students who applied to the county's No. 1 High School this year, there's one named Chen Defu. Have you heard of him?"

Liu Guangming paused for a moment as he turned the pages of the book.

Zhao Xiaojun gestured, "You don't know, he's been bragging to people these past few days that he's definitely going to get into a good university."

"This guy is incredibly boastful."

Liu Guangming turned the page and didn't reply.

Zhao Xiaojun muttered to himself:

"I don't know if he really did well on the test or if he was just pretending. Anyway, when I was in the same tutoring class as him, I didn't think he was that great."

"In English class, he was even made to stand as punishment for pronouncing the word 'background' as 'bai ge rou de'..."

"Hey, look, that's it!"