Chapter 1: Am I going to die?

With such good grades, of course you are not afraid! I am not afraid of the exam; I am afraid of having to take the paper home for my father to sign!" Zhang Xu continued without even glancing at his friend, saying, "It's always having to get signatures, I don't know which teacher came up with this sneaky trick!"

After the pain, Fang Yi had no interest in reading the text aloud anymore. His girlfriend, Mu Jin, happened to be sitting in the front row. Seeing the back of his little girlfriend, Fang Yi's gaze softened.

The ringing of the class dismissal bell interrupted the scene. Fang Yifang brushed his girlfriend's hair aside and sat up straight. Meanwhile, Mu Jin in front remained composed as she moved her hair to her chest, shook her long hair to shake off her boyfriend's handiwork, and finally gave her head a gentle toss, sending her long hair back behind her.

Fang Yi twisted three strands of fine hair, then extended his hands to braid a small twist for his girlfriend. Soon, the three strands of hair transformed into a slender braid. One hand held the end of the braid, while the thumb and index finger of the other hand quickly twisted a small red paper string, wrapping it around the braid twice and tying it into a small bow to secure it.

Fang Yi smiled and said, "The hopes of parents have no end, unless you score full marks in every subject, or rank first in your grade every time"

The seventeen-year-old boy had jet-black hair that brushed past his ears, and the contours of his face were remarkably soft. His eyebrows resembled a stroke of dark ink, gradually thickening from fine to bold along the brow ridge. His pair of starry eyes now held a hint of confusion, complemented by a strong nose bridge and a well-defined nose that extended into his face. While it lacked the ruggedness of being chiseled by a knife or axe, it possessed an added touch of gentleness. His lips, of moderate thickness, were already surrounded by several strands of black facial hair. The slightly pursed lips revealed shallow dimples on either side of his cheeks.

Fang Yi's parents had also taken him to several major hospitals for examinations, and each time the results showed that Fang Yi was in excellent health, even stronger than most children. Thus, Fang Yi had no choice but to endure this pain alone, and this inexplicable illness made him increasingly silent

As he gazed out the window at the morning sun streaming into the classroom, the young man felt a wave of physical and mental refreshment. He watched as the sunlight scattered in the air, with tiny particles of dust reflecting the beams of light like golden vapor, making the rays that passed through the window appear hazy and diffuse, imbued with an indescribable beauty

Hearing the teacher call his name, Fang Yi stood up from his desk. Just as he was about to push the stool away with his foot, he felt a sudden dizziness in his head, and his body went limp.

After admiring his masterpiece, Fang Yi took a small brush and swept it across his palm, feeling the ticklish sensation brought by his girlfriend's long hair brushing against his hand.

After hearing Zhang Xu's words, Fang Yi smiled but did not respond. The two friends exchanged a few words and entered the classroom before the class bell rang

Even when seated on a bench, the young man is noticeably taller than his desk mate. If he stands up, his height of 1.83 meters makes him stand out distinctly in the entire class. Anyone who sees this young man cannot help but silently exclaim: what a handsome young man!

Fang Yishun followed Zhang Xu's gaze and said, "Since we have exams every day, what's so surprising about it!"

Mu Jin is a good student. She is considered quite beautiful, and the expectations for girls in the science and engineering fields are not too high. Aside from secretly dating Fang Yi, she is entirely the model of a good student.

Sunlight streamed into the classroom, illuminating this pair of young lovers, while the light danced gently off their silhouettes. The beautiful girl reciting in front wore a smile, and the handsome boy behind was intently playing with his lover's hair. It was like a frame from a movie, beautiful and touching

Standing up from his seat, Fang Yi said, "It would be nice to go out for a stroll!"

"Fang Yi! Get up! Don't you feel tired sitting there all the time?" A young man, about 1.7 meters tall and as sturdy as a standing bear cub, walked up to Fang Yi's seat, patted him on the shoulder, and said. The one who approached was Fang Yi's friend, Zhang Xu

September is the season of harvest, a rather pleasant month of the year. However, for the people of Shicheng, September is characterized by the lingering heat of late summer. The young women of Shicheng seize this final opportunity, showcasing their legs adorned with various silk stockings to attract the attention of passersby. Of course, there are occasionally one or two pairs of less appealing legs mixed in. Overall, it remains quite a delightful sight. The prerequisite for admiring the beautiful legs of these young women is having the leisure time to stroll through the commercial district.

Putting away the sketchbook, Fang Yi picked up the book beside him and began to read, while Li Lin also directed his attention to his own text.

This is not the first time Li Lin has said this. Fang Yi smiled upon hearing it but did not respond, closing the sketchbook: "It's difficult to rely on this for a living!" This has also been Fang Yi's constant excuse.

As Fang Yi read, a wave of irritation surged within him, and his head began to throb again. Based on past experience, he knew that this kind of pain would pass if he just endured it for a while. He closed his eyes, holding the book in his hand, and felt the familiar static in his mind, akin to a television losing signal, raging within him. After two minutes, the pain dissipated as expected. It came quickly and left just as swiftly; Fang Yi was aware that this situation was becoming increasingly frequent. From once a week two years ago to nearly every other day now, it had escalated to almost daily occurrences over the past three days.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yi's parents realized that it was not a trivial matter and quickly urged their son to stop painting. Adults tend to be more pragmatic, especially since Fang Yi's mother graduated from a field related to the arts and understands that making a living solely from pure art is quite challenging. The couple unanimously disapproved of their son pursuing pure art, steering him towards the path of his father, Fang Guohua.

Fang Yi! 538 points! Ranked 49th in the grade. The teacher announced Fang Yi's total score and then added: "Put in more effort in the three physics courses, and your grades can improve significantly!"

From the bookshelf in front of the desk, Fang Jin pulled out two books, and her long hair, draped over her shoulders, fell in front of Fang Yi. She reached out to pick up a small strand of hair and gently twirled it in her hand

Although he felt some resistance in his heart, Fang Yi still obeyed his parents' arrangements, giving up his own hobbies to pursue a science education. His current goal is to attend his father's alma mater, Shicheng University of Technology, majoring in Computer Applications, which is a popular field. The development of this discipline can be described as rapid and ever-changing, with salaries continuously on the rise. Moreover, Fang Yi's father, Fang Guohua, has many classmates who remain at their alma mater to teach. Therefore, from any perspective, attending Shicheng University of Technology is the best choice for Fang Yi.

My girlfriend's grades are excellent, with a total score significantly higher than Fang Yi's. In terms of individual subjects, Fang Yi is on par with my girlfriend in Chinese and English, as the two young lovers have been vying for the top spot in the grade for these subjects. However, overall, Fang Yi cannot compete with his girlfriend due to weaker performance in other subjects. In physics, chemistry, and mathematics, where the maximum score is 150, Fang Yi generally hovers around 100, while his girlfriend maintains a minimum score of 110. The teachers' evaluation of these three subjects is that Fang Yi is intelligent, but he has not fully dedicated his energy to studying.

The family background is quite good; the father holds a mid-level position in a large company, earning nearly 10,000 yuan a month. The 10,000 yuan at this time is not the same as 10 years later. Currently, the housing price in Shicheng is over 3,000 yuan per square meter, and in ten years, the same property in the same location will have surpassed 20,000 yuan. The mother is a minor civil servant with a light workload, primarily focusing her energy on managing household affairs.

Zhang Xu listened and said with a smile: "This is indeed!" After saying this, he leaned closer to Fang Yi and whispered, "In the entire science class, only your girlfriend has it easy!"

"You drew again; these are two little sparrows?" said my deskmate Li Lin, turning his head to look at the two birds standing on a branch in the sketchbook. "You really should consider studying art; it's a pity to have drawn them like this and not pursue painting!"

In a senior year classroom in the southern part of Shicheng, almost all the students held their textbooks and were reading the text aloud. Among them, one young man was not part of the loud readers; he was resting his chin on one hand while twirling a pen in the other, his eyes gazing out the window

Mu Jin, who was reading a book in front, also felt a subtle movement in her hair, realizing what her boyfriend was doing. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as she leaned back against the desk behind her and continued reading the text.

Two individuals arrived at the corridor in front of the classroom, leaned on the railing, and observed the students engaging in activities below.

From Fang Yi's perspective, he has a deep fondness for painting and aspires to develop his skills in this area. He studied painting for over a year during middle school. It seems that in the past, with a somewhat carefree attitude, Fang Yi was quite interested in learning to paint, spending all day pondering over it, which somewhat affected his academic performance

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As soon as the bell rang, the homeroom teacher flipped through the stapled test papers on the podium and said, "The results of this quiz are out. Mu Jin scored 569 points, still ranking first in the entire grade!" After saying this, he picked up the paper and handed it to the approaching Mu Jin. He then continued, "Today, each subject teacher will explain the test papers! In the evening, take them home for signatures! Don't think about imitating your parents' handwriting to fool me, because I will call a portion of you!"

Withdrawing his gaze from the two small birds outside the window, Fang Yi lowered his head and spread open his sketchbook on the desk. After about ten minutes, he had drawn the two small birds perched on the branch. Upon examining his drawing of the two birds, Fang Yi felt a great sense of satisfaction, as he had at least maintained his previous level of skill.

Extending his hand to welcome the sunlight, he observed the rays attempting to penetrate his palm, leaving an orange-red outline at the edges. After watching for more than a minute, Fang Yi lowered his hand and noticed two small birds joyfully hopping on a nearby branch. Each time they moved to a slender twig, the original branch trembled slightly twice. The sound of reading drowned out the cheerful chirping of the two birds, occasionally resonating against Fang Yi's eardrums. Each time they moved to a slender twig, the original branch trembled slightly twice. The sound of reading drowned out the cheerful chirping of the two birds, occasionally resonating against Fang Yi's eardrums

This young man is Fang Yi, a member of the Science Class 2 in the third year of high school. Fang Yi's academic performance is commendable; he is the type of student who does not consider third-tier universities, has a firm grasp on second-tier ones, and aspires to enter a first-tier university, while having no hope for Tsinghua or Peking University. In Jiangnan, a province renowned for its high examination scores, one would need around 700 points to even think about these two universities. Those who can gain admission to them are the exceptional talents among all the candidates in the province.

"Alas! The homeroom teacher is going to discuss the exam papers again in the next class, what bad luck!" The sharp-eyed Zhang Xu noticed his homeroom teacher approaching the classroom with a large stack of exam papers and complained to his friend.

The students below couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing the homeroom teacher's words