Return*************

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning pierced the curtains, I received the breakup news - I was indeed the "loser" who failed the college entrance examination in my previous life. On the first day of my freshman year in high school, fate slapped me hard in the face. The system found me at noon. There were no glittering special effects, only a series of cold task prompts and progress bars. It said that I was its last host, and I just wanted to regain control of my life. Starting from the most basic mathematical formulas, I lit up hope bit by bit in the knowledge graph. Functions that once intimidated me have now become the first level I pass. But reality will not treat you gently just because you are bound to a system. Being at the bottom of the class made it difficult for me to move forward in the class. Teachers didn't like me, my classmates didn't trust me, and even my parents thought I was only popular for three minutes. The turning point began with a monthly exam. I silently studied the questions, repeatedly corrected my mistakes, and got out of the quagmire of inefficient learning under the guidance of the system. The day the names of the top 50 students in my grade were put on the list, it was the first time I felt the real rewards of my hard work. But the price also came: mental exhaustion, frequent mood swings, and even triggered the system's "cooling off period" and was forced to suspend all auxiliary functions. Growth is never a linear rise, but a stumble. If life again is still full of struggles and choices, can we still maintain the original belief?