Chapter 1, Gold Medal Tutor

He stood up and was momentarily stunned. Damn, there was a mirror on the wall in front of him. Although it was quite worn, with many scratches and a large corner missing, it still reflected his entire body. In the mirror stood a young, handsome, tall, charming, and dashing youth, unexpectedly appearing before Yang Rui. ... Damn, he is truly handsome ... ... With beautiful, deep-set eyes, a delicate nose, fair skin, a nice chin, and rosy lips. Alright, this face is a bit feminine, but the most important thing is his figure: slim and tall, probably over 1.8 meters. Those long legs, it must be some kind of golden ratio, he looks incredibly stunning.

"Hey, you two over there, it's you again, stop right there!" Just as Yang Rui was lost in the charm of his own flamboyant handwriting, an old man rushed over with a broom in hand.

In the height of joy, Yang Rui, in his excitement, unexpectedly stepped into a puddle, causing him to slip again, and his head struck the corner of the bed, leading him to faint once more

As his mind was in a state of confusion, Yang Rui heard voices coming from outside. Not yet fully grasping the situation, he decided to simply lie down for the time being

Ultimately, Yang Rui, who had consciously mastered all the "secrets" of the college entrance examination, simply jumped out with two colleagues to establish his own tutoring school. In order to expand its visibility, he had no choice but to also distribute small advertisements

Yang Rui felt somewhat bewildered, his head still aching, sensing that something was amiss in his surroundings. It resembled an abandoned old factory dormitory, the environment peculiar, and he had no idea where he was. It was surprisingly more dilapidated than the shabby tutoring school where he worked. Feeling a bit thirsty, he noticed a cup not far away and, unable to endure his thirst any longer, decided to go over and get some water to drink

Despite the absurdly low college entrance examination admission rates in the 1980s, the quality of university students during that time was remarkably high. At that time, bearing the title of a certain top scholar and wandering through the picturesque campus, combined with today's strikingly handsome and tall appearance, wouldn't that compensate for the regrets of the first half of one's life

Initially, Yang Rui was feeling tense and unsure of what to do, but upon hearing the call of "Little Bao," tears streamed down his face, as his mother used to call him that too

The old man became increasingly sorrowful as he scolded, and Yang Rui could empathize with his tone. Indeed, paint is difficult to wash off; if it were easy to remove, we wouldn't need to use paint in the first place

"Yang Rui, I like you." Yang Rui, holding his head, groggily opened his eyes and saw a small girl with an oval face, her eyes sparkling with moisture, her skin fair, sporting two horn braids, adorned with two red flowers on her head, wearing a white shirt paired with a blue skirt that reached her ankles, and on her feet, a pair of black cloth shoes. Her hands seemed to have a grudge against her white shirt, tugging at it vigorously.

A stout man wearing a gray and white striped T-shirt was vigorously writing against the wall, exuding a commanding presence, when suddenly, an object fell from the sky—a worn-out red flip-flop struck his head.

Yang Rui earnestly summarized two reasons for his inability to find a job

This individual is the son of the village party secretary, also named Yang Rui. The village party secretary holds a higher position than the village head, essentially acting as the local authority in this area, a true second-generation official with deep-rooted connections. Surprisingly, he contemplated suicide due to poor performance in the college entrance examination. However, his attempt at suicide was clumsy; he ingested a small amount of pesticide, then became so frightened that he could not expel it, vomiting but unable to do so effectively, and he called for help, fearing embarrassment. After struggling for a while, he was discovered by his classmates, who mistakenly thought he was suffering from heatstroke, and he was taken back to the dormitory to rest.

Yang Rui ran desperately with his thick legs, while an old man chased after him with a broom, cursing as he ran: "If you want to write an advertisement, just write it. Others use chalk, but you actually use paint. Do you know how hard it is to wash off paint..."

Moreover, after being a tutor for so many years, Yang Rui has encountered more college entrance examination questions than women he has met, and he secretly harbors a desire to participate in the college entrance examination once again

Secondly, due to years of diligent study, waking up earlier than the rooster and going to bed later than the rooster, he has literally worn himself out to the point of gaining weight. His physique is unique; the more tired he becomes, the fatter he gets. Of course, he can also control his weight, gaining as much as he desires, and if he wishes to become even fatter, he can do so. It is difficult for others to see his handsome essence through his overweight body, which has led to repeated missed opportunities in his work.

"Alright, I understand. Returning to campus, experiencing the atmosphere, breathing in the air of youth, and reflecting on it, is that not permissible?" The chubby guy quickly finished writing the advertisement in just a few strokes, ultimately leaving behind his handsome phone number: 13888801118. Not to mention, he has some skills; his handwriting is truly beautiful, shining with a special brilliance under the sunlight, visible from afar.

Which class is this student from, dressed so... with a rustic vibe, such a pretty face wasted. Wait, he suddenly remembered that phrase "Yang Rui, I like you"! The girl selling rice cakes. Is this little girl confessing to me? Could she be possessed by a spirit? From childhood to now, apart from his mother who constantly calls him "little treasure, mommy loves you the most," no other woman has ever "confessed" to him.

Yang Rui could not help but ask, "What did you say?"

First of all, who was it that arranged for him to switch to the biology major? No research institutions or public sector units in any country will accept him; he simply cannot compete with those who have connections. In ordinary organizations, his major does not match; what is a biology student doing in our e-commerce company? Just causing a ruckus

The girl, upon hearing his question, felt her fair face flush bright red like a Fuji apple. The recent confession had already exhausted all her courage. Seeing that Yang Rui was fine and awake, she stomped her foot, wiggled her little bottom, and ran away

In response to this, Yang Rui could only deeply lament, being born in the wrong era, and that great talents mature late! It has been many years since graduating from the college entrance examination, and only now has he managed to understand, comprehend, and thoroughly grasp the content of the past college entrance examination; to say more would only bring tears!

In the final moments, Yang Rui, by sheer luck, narrowly avoided the furious throw of the old man's elite broom and dashed out of the campus gate. However, just at the moment of Yang Rui's triumph, a sleek BMW brushed against him, and everything froze in that instant. In the last moment of his life, Yang Rui thought: I haven't completed my goal of conquering 100 people at Tsinghua, what a pity.

Enough, Yang Rui, stop embarrassing yourself. Just write an advertisement, a total of one line: Mingyue Tutoring Center is recruiting students, contact Xiao Yang, leave your phone number, finish it quickly and leave, or the security guard will catch you and you'll be in for another round of trouble. The young man walked over with one bare foot, clearly the one who threw the hidden weapon.

Looking at himself in the mirror from top to bottom and left to right, Yang Rui was overjoyed, thinking that he had encountered the legendary phenomenon of time travel. He had transformed from a downtrodden fat man with a waist larger than his height into an exceptionally handsome, charming, and tall young man with long legs, a tremendous gain!

However, upon hearing the woman say she would not take the college entrance examination and would join the army instead, Yang Rui immediately became anxious. What is the purpose of joining the army? After all, we have worked hard to become handsome and charming, and we have yet to enjoy the benefits. Are we supposed to go to the military camp to provide benefits for the veterans?

Yang Rui indulged in self-admiration, appreciating that his handwriting was comparable to that of great figures. At the same time, he lamented his misfortune, reflecting on how he failed to unleash his potential during the college entrance examination, resulting in his admission to an ordinary second-tier university, where he was even assigned to the biology major. After graduation, he struggled to find a job and had no choice but to work hard to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination. By sheer luck, he was admitted to a graduate program, where he worked diligently and studied even more seriously than he did for the college entrance exam. Finally, he graduated, only to face another wave of difficulty in finding employment.

The result has only cheapened oneself, truly a foolish child. Your father is the secretary; even if you cannot pass, there are other paths to take. My father is the secretary, who am I afraid of!

In the end, he found himself at a tutoring school. Unexpectedly, this marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life. In his class, more than ten students were admitted to key universities all at once, and from that point on, things spiraled out of control. Within just a few short years, the students he taught spread across the country, including prestigious institutions such as Tsinghua University, Peking University, Fudan University, and Zhejiang University, leading him to become a star lecturer at the tutoring school.

One day, I, Yang Rui, will also be on the front page of the People's Daily! A full-page feature, with the headline 'China's Strongest Tutor' or 'Phenomenal Lecturer', everyone will admire me, I will be incredibly handsome...

Just as the words were spoken, the old man, with a head full of white hair, dashed forward like an arrow. Yang Rui had not yet reacted when the broom's bristles were already close to his face, exuding a strong killing intent that pressed directly towards him. He could only flee, looking around to find that none of his companions were in sight. That troublesome Zhang Aimin, always like this, making him cover for him.

... ...

When he woke up, his mind was inexplicably filled with a lot of things. By the time Yang Rui processed the excess memories, he just wanted to curse.

At this moment, Yang Rui finally understood why that shy girl mustered the courage to confess her feelings; after all, she also likes a man who looks this good, he is simply too handsome

Two people entered the room. One was wearing a blue Zhongshan suit, had glasses, was tall and thin, with deep-set eyes; he was the homeroom teacher, Mr. Lu. The other was dressed in a yellow dress, was quite plump, and had a uniform width from head to toe, although her face was not large; on the contrary, it was quite delicate and attractive. As soon as she entered, she hugged Yang Rui tightly and exclaimed, "Xiao Bao, are you alright? What will your mother do if something happens to you? We won't take the college entrance examination anymore; you can join the army, and let your father tell his comrades about it."

I want to attend university! Yang Rui's attitude is unwaveringly resolute

It has actually reached the year 1982