C1 Flying

On the way home, the high school student Qi Jin was wearing a school uniform. His mood was as gloomy as the twilight in the western sky.

There was no other reason. Today's entrance exam was a failure.

His academic performance had always been in the lower grades. It wasn't because he wasn't working hard, but because he felt dizzy whenever he saw a book.

In this world, there were people who fainted from cars and airplanes, but he was the type who passed out. As long as he saw something with words on it, he would doze off.

Sometimes, Qi Jin unscrupulously brought this problem to bear. Perhaps it was because his parents liked to read too much, or perhaps they had passed on the suppressed side of their heart to him.

Qi Jin's father was an engineer, and from primary school to university, his academic performance had always been exceptional.

His mother was a junior high school teacher, a person who never left her books.

When it came to him, this good habit of inheriting from the elders was completely reversed.

Qi Jin had asked his mother countless of times for confirmation, "Mom, I definitely am not your biological son."

"Stop finding excuses. You just didn't have the ambition. As long as you find the right direction and establish the goal of your life, you will have the motivation to learn."

Mom hit him on the head, a little harder, and knocked his head out of the bag.

"Hiss —"

Qi Jin thought of his tragic situation and made a painful expression. Looks like he was destined to be "packed" when he returned home today.

Got it.

It was going to be the College Entrance Test in three months. With such a poor score today, in the future, even third-rate universities would not be able to pass. His mother, who had never shown mercy in her studies, would definitely give him a good beating.

"Pa!"

A sound.

The depressed Qi Jin discovered that there was something on his chest.

"What is this?"

He reached out his hand to feel it, and coincidentally, there was something right below his collarbone, next to his skin. It was a small piece of "wood chip."

It was oval in shape and had wooden rings on it. It felt light to the touch.

"Who is so wicked? Throwing stuff around and smashing little kids. "

Qi Jin scolded himself. When people were down on their luck, even drinking a mouthful of cold water would cause them to choke on their teeth.

A "hee hee" sound came from the side.

Laughter, a closer look, it turned out to be an old man on a tricycle, passing by. The old man grinned, revealing his green and yellow teeth, a wretched look on his face.

He said disapprovingly, "Boy, that is a gift from God. Pray with gratitude. You are blessed."

"Old …"

Qi Jin wanted to scold her ruthlessly.

He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

This was because Qi Jin had a very good upbringing. Other than scolding people before due to being ignorant, he had never scolded anyone when it came to remembering.

This was the pride of his parents, the most successful place to teach their children.

Other than that, Qi Jin's actions and his parents' painstaking efforts in teaching him had no effect.

Qi Jin's right hand held that piece of wood, and in the instant of hesitation, he passed by the old man. He wanted to throw away the wood chip, but when his palm loosened, the wood chip slipped back to his chest and stuck itself onto his skin.

"So strange."

Qi Jin was shocked in his heart: "I met a ghost."

The wood chip, on the other hand, didn't feel anything. At first, it felt weird, but there was something extra at the place where it was attached to the flesh.

After a while, it was as if there was nothing there, as if there was nothing there at all.

Qi Jin's current thoughts were completely no longer "wood chip".

They were still thinking about how they would report their results to their parents when they got home.

No matter what was waiting for him, after dinner, Qi Jin still placed the entrance exams on the desk.

looked carefully at the word "59".

These two numbers were enough to copy the ordinary-looking numbers tens of times. Only then did she raise her head and said to Qi Jin sorrowfully: "If it really doesn't work, then I'll definitely be able to get into a university after next year's examination."

He made up his mind to be tortured.

Qi Jin, who was prepared, said with an uneasy feeling: "Another year? How many years has life been? "

"You're only 18 years old, so it's normal for you to pass the college entrance exam at the age of 20. When you were in school, you started studying earlier than your peers, so Mom considered this."

"Mom, you are really far-sighted."

Qi Jin was speechless. When he went to primary school at the age of six, his mother thought about how he would be admitted to university in twelve years. Thinking about it, his back started to break out in cold sweat.

"Don't praise Mom so much. Mom just wants to see how you plan your life from the age of eighteen until now. Mom won't interfere with your life's ambitions."

"I want you to support me for the rest of my life. That's impossible."

Qi Jin muttered in a low voice, angered to the point that his mother's eyes burned with anger, her heart was not as calm as he appeared, in fact, his son's poor grades in school had completely disappointed her, and the calm words now could only suppress the anger in her heart.

But what could a mother do?

She could only vent her anger after a beating. Seeing that her son was already a head taller than her, the way she used to beat him up was already in the past.

This was fate.

The matter of going against the will of the heavens and changing one's fate had never occurred in the legends.

Without the bag that he expected, Qi Jin's mood was even worse. He could feel his mother's disappointment towards him, and that kind of deep grief was even more painful than beating him up.

Under the cover of the dark clouds, he only ate a little bit of dinner.

Returning to the bedroom, Qi Jin did not have the mood to study at all. Lying on the bed, he stared blankly at the roof, surrounded by snow-white walls.

"This is a cage."

As he was thinking, he unknowingly said it out loud.

Muttering to himself gave him a fright, and he carefully looked around.

If his mother knew that he had said such words, she would definitely feel even more disappointed and hurt him even more.

Mom often said that people can be a bit stupid, can be inferior talent, but not discouraged.

If he lacked the will to fight, if he lost the courage to struggle, then he would completely die.

The pessimistic thought in Qi Jin's mind was that he lacked confidence and lost his will to fight, slipping to the edge of corruption.

Is there any hope for the people living in the cage?

To put oneself in the way artificially.

Slowly, there will be depression and then despair.

caressing the small piece of wood on his chest, Qi Jin suddenly remembered a fortuitous encounter on the road and his thought returned to reality: "Strange, could my body be a magnet? What's so attractive about it? Why can't the old wood chip leave me alone? "

From then on, in the three months leading up to the college entrance exam, Qi Jin battled against the wood chip on his chest the entire time.

No matter how hard he tried to cut, burn, bite, and curse, he could not make the small wood chip leave his body. It was as if they had become one and would never abandon each other.

These three months were the most important period for any college entrance examination student.

However, Qi Jin spent the most precious time of his life on a strange wood chip.

The strange thing was that even with all his effort, Qi Jin was still unable to figure out the origin and uses of the wood chip.

Fortunately, the wood chip did not affect Qi Jin's living and clothing, and was like a necklace hanging around his neck.

Qi Jin was really afraid of trouble. In the end, he used a red rope to pass through a small hole on the wood chip and made a simple necklace to hide inside the clothes.

Other people wore real gold and silver, a necklace made of jade and jewels, but his necklace was a wood chip.

If someone found out, they would say that he was an eccentric person. Most people would say that he couldn't wear luxurious accessories, and use wood chip as a necklace.

No one knew that he had an abnormal small piece of wood hanging from his chest.

Very quickly, the time to decide the fate of this batch of students for Qi Jin had arrived.

Although being admitted to a university and not being admitted to one was not the same as having no value in life, no one could deny that there was bound to be a difference between the lives of those who were admitted to a first-rate university and those of those of third-rate universities.

That was the distance between a proud son of heaven and a common man.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe the college entrance exam as' fish leaping to the dragon's gate '.

Qi Jin found out from his mother that he had received the treatment to retake the exam.

However, his mind was always tangled by a sentence: "How many years in life is there?"

Would he still be able to find a satisfactory life goal after this year?

Based on his giddiness when picking up books, he could only look up to the doors of first-rate universities a hundred times.

Qi Jin took a deep breath as he stared at the paper. Little stars were shining in his eyes, and the person sitting in front of him was Wu Yaner.

This girl had always occupied the top three positions in the class. The first and second place students often changed, but she had never fallen behind the top three.

Some students joked that she was "the third generation".

Which meant that Wu Yaner was the only one in the top three in the class who stayed.

His chest felt warm, and a warm feeling instantly flowed from his chest to his eyes, spreading around his eyes. Then, his gaze passed through Wu Yaner's body, and clearly saw the exam paper in front of him, and even saw the answer written on the white exam paper by the black pen.

His heart skipped a beat. Qi Jin carefully looked at the proctor, no one paying attention to his mysterious change. Everything around him was normal.

In the college entrance exam, the distance between each examinee was enough to make it difficult to see the words written on the adjacent examinees' papers.

If the examinees were allowed to see the examinees' papers, they would probably set them up to be one person and one room to take the exam. The three invigilators would not pay attention to one student and would absolutely not allow thirty examinees to be like this in the same classroom.

Qi Jin was overjoyed. He did not care about how he obtained the answer to the change in his answer, as he looked at Wu Yaner's back.

This was a true cheat.

Three days of college entrance exams had passed in a flash, fast to the point that Qi Jin felt like he could only gasp for breath. Only when the last exam was over did he react, realizing that the huge mountain over there had been moved away inconceivably.

He hadn't even had the chance to experience the bitterness.

Listening to the surrounding students easily recounting the ups and downs of the exam, he felt that it had nothing to do with him.

Qi Jin secretly glanced at the radiant Wu Yaner. This time, she had told someone else that her performance was extraordinary, and that they would be able to get good results.

After hearing this, Qi Jin felt unsettled in his heart. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have brought the answers up to his paper without changing a single bit. It would have been more perfect to have answered a few wrong questions on purpose.

Who would have thought that a student with a poor grade would suddenly soar into the sky and obtain the same score as the top three students in the class?

Qi Jin strongly scratched his head. No one asked him why he felt so sad, they all felt that Qi Jin was no exception this time, and that he still had the results of an ordinary student. Most probably, he was regretting that he did not put in effort to study properly this time.