#ERA rebirth#Slap in the face counterattack#awake#
"There are only three places in the township. You are ranked seventh. Save your money."
"Move that girl's exam number. She can't even enter the exam room."
"The school's funds are tight, and your scholarship quota has been crossed out."
Back in the 1950s when everything was so poor, Lin Xiangyang only had one "golden finger" that he could search to the extreme - it didn't guarantee winning, it would only guarantee that you would be stuck at the last point and the last spot.
Want to change your life? You have to fight with your life!
The family sells iron and steel, and the tuition fee of 1.5 Yuan requires her to bite off her fingers and make a bloody fingerprint to write an IOU.
After finally squeezing into the county junior high school, what awaited her was an even more ruthless plan.
When facing difficulties, Lin Xiangyang did not cry or make trouble, but directly used the rules as a knife and slapped it on the table:
"Accountant Tian, if you cross out two of the seven subsidy quotas approved by the county, where will the rest of the money go? Do you dare to reconcile?"
"Teacher He, I wrote both solutions to the original paper, why do you deduct four points from me?"
She had her calculations engraved in her bones and carved a way out of a dead situation!
Before the mid-term exam, she asked for leave and went back to the village to harvest soybeans. At the last minute, she rushed into the examination room covered in mud and water and handed in an essay with a perfect score that amazed the class.
In the empty classroom, the head teacher slammed the test paper in front of her and stared at her.
"Lin Xiangyang, you are a poor student who struggles to even pass, where did you copy this essay from?!"
It was raining heavily outside the window, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
Lin Xiangyang did not defend himself, nor did he shed a single tear.
She just looked at the angry teacher quietly, and then slowly put her hand hidden behind her back, still dripping with mud and blood, on the podium...
