Is Ling Yi a genius? No!
He just had a slightly better memory, and since he was young and energetic in junior high school, he had to work very hard to memorize the books.
Only he knows how much suffering he endured back then.
Ling Yi knew very well that he was not a genius.
They are no match for true geniuses.
During junior high school, all he knew was studying, studying, and more studying. He spent almost 20 out of every 24 hours studying.
Every day I'm in a state of high tension, completely oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on studying.
There was no way around it; in his parents' eyes and his teachers' eyes, Ling Yi was a genius.
In order to maintain his image as a genius, Ling Yi had no choice but to study like crazy.
Once you get to high school, the Changes in environment and the increase in the difficulty of the courses make it difficult to keep up with the pace of the course by simply memorizing.
Especially Physics, chemistry, and mathematics.
I really don't know.
For the average student, there is no other way but to cram in practice problems.
I put in too much effort in junior high school, and when I got to high school, that energy just melted away, and my grades got worse and worse. The worse I got, the less I had that fighting spirit.
After visiting internet cafes, I completely let loose and let myself go.
However, now that he has the Baidu search engine in his mind as a cheat code, Ling Yi can completely transform himself into an all-around genius.
Basically, anything found can be automatically downloaded into my mind.
If I were to go through all the high school courses and exercises in my mind using Baidu Chinese search engine), I'd be a genius, if not a genius.
Moreover, this is the future Baidu, and the word "future" is the key.
With a thought, Ling Yi found the phrase "contents of the 1997 high school Chinese textbook" in Baidu's search bar.
The reason for adding a timeframe is that textbooks are updated every year; you can't exactly search for a high school Chinese textbook from 2043, can you?
The content is far inferior.
Soon, all three Chinese textbooks were found, along with their table of contents and contents, and were instantly imprinted in Ling Yi's mind.
Then, Ling Yi felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
A wave of extreme Weakened Sensation washed over Ling Yi, almost causing him to faint.
However, having learned from past mistakes, Ling Yi was already prepared. He took out the steamed bun he had prepared beforehand and took a big bite.
After eating ten steamed buns, the dizziness finally disappeared.
At this moment, Ling Yi also realized that his cheat code might not only Baidu, but also his stomach.
Damn, eating so many steamed buns in one go would make an ordinary person burst, but not only am I perfectly fine, I can also digest them quickly in a short time.
What else could this be but a cheat code?
With such a bizarre stomach, as long as he keeps eating, he can use Baidu) endlessly.
However, Ling Yi dared not eat anymore.
If my mother and the others find out, I won't be able to explain it.
Let's wait until we get to school to talk about it.
However, precisely because of this, Baidu cannot be used casually.
Otherwise, getting dizzy every time you use it would be a hassle.
Therefore, it's best to use it in a secluded place.
As for the 09 Potion project, it can't be done right now; we'll have to wait until the school discusses it.
"Looks like when I get back, I'll have to figure out how to get a spot for off-campus accommodation from my homeroom teacher!"
Ling Yi has too many secrets; he definitely can't stay in the dormitory anymore!
"I wonder if that little courtyard is still there!" Ling Yi couldn't help but fall into memories.
The next morning, my father rode his motorcycle and took me to the bus station.
After giving Ling Yi Ling Yi a few instructions, he slipped him a thousand yuan before hurriedly riding away on his motorcycle.
Ling Yi looked at the thousand yuan in his hand, feeling both amused and exasperated.
He knew that his father had probably forgotten that he had given him money yesterday.
Ling Yi now has nearly three thousand yuan in his pocket.
Three thousand yuan is a huge sum of money in this day and age.
If we look at it in 2043, the purchasing power of 3,000 yuan would be equivalent to about 50,000 yuan.
"Any buses from Red City to Hanyun Town? There are three seats left, we're leaving soon!" the bus conductor shouted from the doorway.
Hearing the ticket seller's call, Ling Yi's memories began to resurface.
Ling Yi had heard this voice for three whole years.
Every time I go home or to school, it's the same car, and it makes the same sound.
At that moment, the overwhelming sense of familiarity made Ling Yi feel inexplicably warm and comfortable.
Hanyun Town is about 60 kilometers away from Red City.
The road conditions aren't great these days, so cars generally don't drive very fast.
In addition, buses often take detours to pick up passengers, frequently deviating from the main roads, which further delays the journey.
Therefore, the bus trip from Red City to Hanyun Town always takes about an hour and a half.
Ling Yi looked out of the car, feeling that everything was both strange and familiar.
Ling Yi gazed at the scenery outside the window the whole way, his mind replaying scenes from a movie.
Although Ling Yi Revive at the age of 17, he had lived for sixty years in his previous life.
Life is full of experiences to remember, good and bad, happy and painful.
Just then, Ling Yi felt someone poking his arm.
Looking back, I saw a pretty girl with long braids.
Lin Yuya was Ling Yi's classmate in junior high school and in the first year of high school; they even sat at desks in front of and behind each other.
But after being separated into different classes in the second year of high school, Ling Yi and Lin Yuya never crossed paths again.
This class division is not only about separating students into arts and sciences tracks, but also about separating high-achieving and low-achieving students.
Lin Yuya went to Class 1, while Ling Yi was assigned to Class 7.
Lin Yuya is a top student; she always ranks in the top ten of her grade in every exam.
Later I heard that Lin Yuya got into Yan City University and even pursued a combined master's and doctoral degree, which is really impressive.
Ling Yi's strongest impression of Lin Yuya was her long braid.
Other girls, no matter how long their hair is, will only reach their waist at Limit.
But Lin Yuya's long braid reached all the way to her heels.
Normally, her braids are hidden inside her school uniform and rarely show.
Take now, for example.
But it's clear that Lin Yuya really likes her long braid.
"I've been calling you for ages, why haven't you responded at all?" Lin Yuya asked.
"I was thinking about something just now!"
What are you thinking about? Can you tell me?
Ling Yi's expression was somewhat strange; he remembered that he didn't seem to have much interaction with Lin Yuya.
In his memory, Lin Yuya had always been aloof and difficult to get along with.
Ling Yi couldn't recall the specifics, but in Ling Yi memory, the two of them barely exchanged a few words throughout their three years of high school.
Ling Yi remembered that there were several times when the two of them met in the car, just like now, but Lin Yuya never even glanced at him.
However, after so many years, many of Ling Yi's memories have become blurry, and he has truly forgotten some details.
"I'm thinking about how to apply for off-campus accommodation with the homeroom teacher!" Ling Yi said casually.
"You don't like the main dormitory either?" Lin Yuya asked, her eyes lighting up.
"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I find it troublesome," Ling Yi said, shaking his head.
"But will the homeroom teacher agree?"
"Our homeroom teacher is terrifying, even more so than Luo Yuhong, our homeroom teacher in junior high. I get so nervous every time she walks past me."
Lin Yuya nose and said.
Lin Yuya looked quite adorable in this state, a far cry from the aloof Lin Yuya he remembered; it was as if they were two completely different people.
Perhaps this is the real Lin Yuya.
As for why he became aloof Later, perhaps it was just that he became aloof to his Later self.
After all, at this time, Ling Yi still had the aura of a genius.
But a few months later, the aura of genius crumbled.
It's not entirely fair to say that Lin Yuya materialistic, since in the minds of students, grades are everything.
Especially these days, good or bad grades really make a big difference in how you're treated.
In Lin Yuya's eyes at that time, Ling Yi was already synonymous with a hooligan or a scoundrel.
Ling Yi's first-year high school homeroom teacher was named Zhao Wen, a very feminine name.
But in reality, he was a big, burly man with a full beard.
She is both Ling Yi's homeroom teacher and his Chinese language teacher.
Students who didn't know him would tremble at Zhao Wen's mere glance.
In Ling Yi's previous life, the teacher he feared most, besides the head of the teaching department, was Zhao Wen.
But the two are probably different.
The head of student affairs might actually yell at you, and even hit you, but Zhao Wen would just present the facts, reason with you, and talk to you about life, ideals, and the future.
It's the kind of conversation that can make you cry, making you feel like you'd be letting the whole world down if you didn't work hard.
Ling Yi felt less fear and more a fear of Zhao Wen's Zhao Wen gaze.
Coming to his senses, Ling Yi smiled at Lin Yuya and said, "If the homeroom teacher doesn't agree, then I'll have to use my trump card!"
"A trump card?" Lin Yuya asked curiously.
"Have you forgotten what I was best at in junior high?"
"Memorizing textbooks? Don't tell me you've already memorized all the high school textbooks?"
"I've only memorized the Chinese text; I haven't memorized the rest yet. But our homeroom teacher is the Chinese teacher, so this should be enough."
"Impressive!" Lin Yuya's eyes shone as she looked at Ling Yi.
This comment, "Impressive," made Ling Yi smile. No matter what, being praised by a pretty girl is always a pleasant thing.
"The homeroom teacher should agree, right?"
Things are certainly not that simple.
The main reason for not allowing students to stay off-campus is to prevent accidents involving students outside of school, and it is also for the students' safety.
Regardless of whether the teacher agrees or not, Ling Yi cannot stay in the dormitory.
Putting everything else aside, the fact that Ling Yi eats and drinks excessively even when using Baidu is something no one could possibly know.
The two chatted all the way, from their old classmates and teachers in junior high school to their new classmates and teachers in high school.
However, Lin Yuya did most of the talking, while Ling Yi listened.
Before they knew it, an hour and a half had passed, and the two got off the bus at the entrance of Hanyun High School.
They chatted for a few more minutes before parting ways.
Watching Lin Yuya's departing the Back, Ling Yi couldn't help but smile and say, "Thank you for Revive!"
Today is the weekend, and school will officially start tomorrow, which will also be the first class for first-year high school students.
The previous week was military training.
The week-long military training was so perfunctory that we didn't even leave the school.
Ling Yi didn't go back to the dormitory or to the school. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the north side of the school.
In less than ten minutes, Ling Yi arrived at the gate of a small courtyard.
Looking at the familiar red-lacquered wooden door, Ling Yi took a deep breath and knocked on the door knocker.