Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

Three days after receiving the letter of introduction, Lin Xiuhe successfully completed her college entrance examination registration.

When she came out of the county high school, she stood at the school gate, looking at the registration receipt in her hand, somewhat dazed.

In her past life, she never even got to touch the registration form. But in this life, she's already standing outside the examination hall. Only one step remains until the college entrance examination.

With that thought in mind, she carefully folded the receipt, put it in her inner pocket, and then rode her bicycle back to the warehouse.

I was in a good mood the whole way.

The smile on her face vanished the moment she pushed open the warehouse door.

No, that's not right.

The warehouse was still the same warehouse—the tables, bed boards, and kerosene lamps were all in their original places. But something just felt off, an inexplicable sense of unease, as if something had been disturbed.

Lin Xiuhe slowly walked in, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings.

The next second, she stopped.

The textbook on the table was askew.

It was only slightly off-center; an ordinary person wouldn't even notice. But she noticed—because she had arranged these books herself, neatly every day. And now, the math book on top was off-center by half an inch.

Lin Xiuhe's heart sank little by little.

Someone has been here.

She immediately squatted down and opened the small cloth bag containing the money. The money was still there, twenty-eight yuan, not a penny less.

She checked the registration receipt again, and it was still there.

But the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. If it was a thief, they wouldn't leave empty-handed. If they weren't after the money, then what were they after?

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the corner of the wall.

There lay her most important possessions—her college entrance exam materials.

The next second, she walked over quickly.

One book, two books, three books...

Her expression quickly changed.

Missing. Not many, but definitely missing. One high school math book is missing, one physics book is missing, and one English book is missing. All of them were the most complete versions.

Lin Xiuhe slowly stood up, already having made up her mind.

It wasn't a thief; someone came specifically for the books. And actually, not many people knew she had books there.

Thinking of this, her eyes gradually turned cold.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

"Xiuhe?" Li Hongmei poked her head in. "Why haven't you turned on the lights yet after get off work?"

She had barely finished speaking when she realized something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Lin Xiuhe paused for two seconds: "Someone came in."

"What?" Li Hongmei exclaimed in surprise, "Something's gone?"

"A few books are missing."

The air fell silent. Li Hongmei paused, then her expression changed: "No way... Books are so popular lately, who's so unscrupulous?"

Lin Xiuhe didn't reply, but slowly walked to the door and looked down at the ground.

The ground in front of the warehouse was muddy, still damp from yesterday's rain. Right by the door, she saw a shoe print—faint, yet clearly visible.

Liberation shoes, size 42 or so, for men.

She crouched down, her gaze gradually turning cold.

She recognized the shoe print. She'd seen it just recently.

Lin Weidong.

He has always worn this size since he was a child.

Thinking of this, she suddenly laughed in anger—

Unable to find a job, unable to get paid, now they've started stealing books.

"Xiuhe?" Li Hongmei asked with some concern, "Should we report it to the brigade?"

"No rush." ​​Lin Xiuhe slowly stood up, her voice unusually calm. "Since you've taken it, it'll eventually come out."

Moreover, she knew Lin Weidong too well. He stole books not to study, but to make money. If he wanted to make money, he would definitely sell them. And if he wanted to sell, he would definitely be able to find more.

Thinking of this, her eyes narrowed slightly.

In her past life, she cleaned up his messes. In this life, it's his turn to bear the consequences.

That evening, at the other end of the production team.

In the east room of the Lin family home, Lin Weidong was excitedly flipping through his textbooks. Several brand-new reference books were laid out on the table, brought back from the warehouse.

"Wei Dong," Wang Xiulan said in a low voice, "did no one see?"

"No," Lin Weidong smiled smugly. "She has so many books, she wouldn't even notice if a few were missing. Besides, these should have been mine anyway. Why should she be able to make money, but I can't?"

Hearing this, Wang Xiulan breathed a sigh of relief: "We'll go sell them tomorrow. We'll use the money to cover the Liu family's losses first, and keep the rest for ourselves."

The mother and son became increasingly excited as they talked, as if they could already see the money in their hands.

Little did they know, on the other side, the kerosene lamps in the warehouse stayed on until late at night.

Lin Xiuhe sat at the table with a notebook open in front of her.

The book had several names written on it: people who had bought the book, people who had asked about the book, and people who had recently contacted her.

At the very bottom, she slowly wrote three words—

Lin Weidong.

Then I gently drew a circle.