A Full Tiger Is Not to Be Trifled With

[First Place: Hu Man, 61 points;]

[Second Place: Han Xia, 57 points;]

[Third Place]

[Tenth Place: Yan Jinbu, 35 points;]

After the thin and small Teacher Hu began the class, he first announced the top ten students in the recent math mock exam, and then started explaining the problems.

It was only then that Li Ye understood that the old man wasn't trying to comfort him; his own score of 28 was indeed just "a little low."

Recalling what He Weiguo, that troublemaker, had said earlier, Li Ye had missed the college entrance exam by 7 points last time, meaning he had only scored 21.

At this time, high school students had to pass the provincial pre-examination before they were eligible for the college entrance exam, and the pass rate for the pre-examination was less than 50%.

A score of 28 was stably in the middle tier of the entire province. Could you believe it?

This really couldn't be blamed on the students being stupid or lazy.

Because Li Ye listened to Teacher Hu explain problems for five minutes and realized that his level was still inferior to Li Ye's own!

This was a math teacher in the repeat class of a county-level middle school.

The college entrance exam had only been reinstated in '81. What was the educational environment like now?

Not only was there a gap in the knowledge education received by junior and high school students during the closed-off period, but teachers' self-study had also stagnated.

Therefore, this was an era of overall recovery for knowledge education. The resilience and diligence of students in this era were no less than in later generations, but their knowledge reserves were truly weak.

Li Ye once heard a university student from the late 1970s say that when they received their college entrance exam notice, they didn't even understand linear equations.

Li Ye had dismissed it as a joke at the time, but now it seemed... not entirely unreasonable.

Just looking at the repeat class Li Ye was in, the ages ranged from eighteen or nineteen to late twenties.

Many of them needed to start learning from junior high school fundamentals and then compete with people more than ten years older to pass the single-plank bridge.

In Li Ye's previous life, the guy who took 14 years to pass the exam at the age of 34 was a rarity, but in this era, educated youths in their late twenties who were taking the exam were not uncommon.

After all, they were also vibrant youths over a decade ago!

The national university admission rate at this time was 4%, and this was not 4% of recent graduates, but 4% of the entire youth demographic, from sixteen or seventeen to early thirties.

It was normal for high school students now to take the exam for three or four consecutive years. In Li Ye's class, there were classmates who had been taking it for four years, and the students who were admitted each year were basically repeat students.

Even so, with the total score of the college entrance exam being over 600, scoring over 400 could get you into a key undergraduate program, and just over 300 could get you into a junior college.

Surprised?

Unexpected?

Li Ye didn't know that Ma Ali scored only 19 in mathematics on his second attempt at the college entrance exam, nor did he know that the average score in mathematics for the current college entrance exam was only in the thirties. He only knew that he was safe.

With the problems on the current exam paper, Li Ye didn't even need to recall painful memories from his past life. Relying on intuition and conditioned reflexes, he could solve them with ease.

This wasn't him bragging; letting Li Ye participate in the college entrance exam of this era was a huge BUG.

Did they expect a group of high school students who were confused about linear equations to compare with the "child prodigies" of later generations?

What an experience it was to be tempered by mountains of books and seas of questions!

Could the students of today understand the torment of the Huanggang Secret Exam Papers? Could they endure the devastation of the Hengshui Special Training Method?

Compared to them, Li Ye was like the Monkey King who jumped out of Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, refined and perfected.

For the rest of the class, Li Ye basically didn't listen to what Teacher Hu was saying on the podium.

He was afraid that if he listened too much, he would be unable to resist standing up and letting the teacher experience the pain of "the student is the god of learning," and then jump over to punch Li Ye.

[Teacher, this problem you're explaining is too slow, you know?]

[Teacher, I know another, better solution.]

"Pah! Look out for my fist!"

Less than a day after transmigration, deceased.

Li Ye's mind wandered, and he quietly activated his brain, beginning to read from the "hard drive" that segment of "painful memories" that had been sealed for many years, self-studying.

Back then, he studied until midnight every night, with endless practice problems and equations to solve, struggling through mountains of books and seas of questions, where a single misstep could lead to being washed away by the waves.

And now, those exam papers that had ruined his eyesight, those pages of notes that had calloused his fingers, could be clearly projected before his eyes whenever Li Ye wished.

Furthermore, the knowledge points and detailed annotations within had correspondingly permeated the brain of his current body, flexibly and joyfully integrating.

Copy, paste, transfer successful.

So easy.

The cruel experiences that once made people want to cry now became Li Ye's ultimate secret technique for leaping the dragon gate.

In the early eighties, there truly was a dragon gate.

No need to rely on parents or grandparents; even if you were just a wild tadpole, you didn't need to find your mother.

As long as you exerted yourself and leaped through the gate of the college entrance exam, you could encounter the astonishing fortune of transforming into a dragon soaring through the clouds.

The talent gap created in previous years provided ample room for the capable, accomplished, and educated young generation to shine.

Many university students from the early eighties soared directly to the central government, and countless others held important positions in large state-owned enterprises.

It could be said that as long as one wasn't excessively unlucky, university students at this time could use the shortcut of the college entrance examination to reach the pinnacle of life.

The dogs in the village had become police dogs; that wasn't an exaggeration.

Of course, nothing is absolute, and there were some "special talents" who were like duds among those who got into university at this time.

For example, Master Ma, who performed "Lightning Five Consecutive Strikes," was a freshman university student from '77. Single-handedly, he had shattered the reputation of "traditional martial arts," becoming a truly remarkable figure.

The class bell rang. After keeping the students for three extra minutes, Teacher Hu left. Students trickled out of the classroom in twos and threes to stretch their legs, with many openly lighting up cigarettes in the hallway outside.

The make-up class had over twenty-year-old educated youths, all heavy smokers, and the teachers generally didn't bother them.

Li Ye didn't go out for fresh air. After all, he'd had a high fever for two consecutive days, leaving his body somewhat weak and unwilling to move.

He rested his head on the desk, pretending to sleep, and simultaneously flipped through the fragmented memories of the original host to fully adapt to this world.

But just a few minutes later, chaotic footsteps rapidly approached from outside the classroom.

"Li Ye, Li Ye."

Hu Man, the class monitor from the back row, called out in alarm.

Li Ye quickly turned his head, only to see Hu Man staring in terror at someone rushing in through the doorway.

The person was large, with a round, flat face, holding a broken chair leg. He charged in, shouting menacingly.

"He Weiguo, you son of a bitch, you trying to get me killed? I told you last time, bring up that name again and I'll break your legs!"

The students in the classroom scattered, clearing a path for the enraged individual.

From the back of the classroom, He Weiguo, while "arming himself," also shouted back fiercely, "Li Dayong, you're from Class One, don't meddle in our Class Two's business. I'm not afraid of you, old man."

"I'll make you call me grandpa."

The large, flat-faced man rumbled past the podium, his heavy footsteps thudding loudly on the classroom floor. He charged towards He Weiguo like a bear.

But as he passed Li Ye, Li Ye grabbed his arm.

The residual memories of the original host told him that this rampaging large man was his childhood best friend, who had come to avenge him for something that happened before class.

However, Li Ye underestimated Li Dayong's strength and rage, and his own body was still weak. Not only did he fail to stop Li Dayong immediately, but he was also pulled forward by the other's sturdy frame, stumbling.

Li Dayong immediately stopped, steadied Li Ye, and asked worriedly, "Bro, are you okay? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Li Ye regained his balance, casually took the chair leg from Li Dayong's hand, and pulled him towards the classroom door.

Seeing Li Ye "back down," He Weiguo, who had been tensely ready for a fight, along with a few of his cronies, became "cocky" again, letting out "ao~ ao~" jeering sounds.

Li Dayong's temper flared up instantly, but Li Ye reacted even faster.

He didn't curse or charge forward to bite. He simply turned and raised his hand.

Swish~

Clang!

The chair leg in Li Ye's hand flew out, arcing across the entire classroom. It grazed He Weiguo's ear and smashed into the blackboard at the back.

He Weiguo jumped up in fright. If that had hit his head, a large bump would have been the least of it.

He looked at Li Ye with utter fury, then met Li Ye's terrifyingly calm gaze.

For five seconds, then ten, He Weiguo couldn't utter a single harsh word; he didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

It was as if he felt that if he moved even slightly, Li Ye, this tiger, would pounce ferociously and greet his face with sharp teeth.

The legend of the "tiger tamer" from the textbooks, a skill that could rip open a tiger with just an axe and a slide tackle, was something He Weiguo couldn't imagine himself performing.

It was just that Li Ye had traveled from forty years in the future, an era where a punch meant you immediately lay down and ordered the latest model of motorcycle. He was law-abiding and not yet adapted to this era.

Otherwise, he might have actually pounced and bitten him until his face was covered in bloody flowers.

But even this pure pressure of presence kept He Weiguo in a state of temporary cowardice. It wasn't until Li Ye pulled Li Dayong out of the classroom that He Weiguo let out a "whoosh" and resumed normal breathing.

[How come I never felt he was so fierce before?]

He Weiguo took a couple of breaths and looked up, only to freeze.

Everyone around him was looking at him, and their expressions were strange, with some even showing contempt.

There was no more uncomfortable situation than this.

After puffing out his chest and roaring like a gorilla, he immediately tucked his tail between his legs and acted like a lapdog. The contrast was just too stark.

"What are you guys laughing at?"

"I can't be bothered to argue with this kind of Huang Shiren. Is being a landlord's dog that great?"

Ptooey~

He Weiguo spat on the ground and swore, "If he can get into university in Beijing, then heaven must be blind."