My name is Yu Wen, and I am a standard screw in Chengnan No. 1 Middle School, the "Myth of the College Entrance Examination". Everything here is accurately guided by big data, including our future. Meals in the cafeteria are prepared based on nutritional algorithms, cardiopulmonary indexes are monitored in physical education classes, and even the color temperature of the lights for evening self-study is said to be the most conducive to stimulating cerebral cortex activity. Here, scores are the only pass, and everyone has only one goal: to become the rightmost point on the most beautiful "normal distribution curve" in the system.
Until his senior year of high school, the transfer student Jiang Yu came. He is a virus in this sophisticated system. He would climb over the wall at three o'clock in the morning to go to the playground to watch the stars, fill in the unheard-of "astronomy department" in the application column, and even openly asked the principal at the swearing-in meeting: "If the purpose of education is to screen, then who will define the youth we are left with?"
When the countdown to the college entrance examination was so big that it was dizzying, and when everyone had the same tired expression on their faces, I began to question: Is the youth of our generation an active rush, or a carefully designed prisoner's dilemma?
Intention: Under the rules - some people look up to see the rules, while others look down to count themselves.