Chapter 141: The Ultimate College Entrance Examination Review Strategy

"There are less than seven months left until the college entrance examination. I advise everyone to sleep a little less and spend more time reading and practicing problems. The college entrance exam is the biggest turning point in a person's life; if you grasp it, you will soar to the sky, and if you fail to grasp it, those pulling rickshaws on the street will be the vivid portrayal of your future!" This was the classic motto of the chemistry teacher, Mr. Ye. Recently, during every chemistry class, Mr. Ye would repeat these words a few times, making all the students feel a wave of nervous tension.

"No way, if we fail the exam, it won't come to pulling rickshaws, right?" Looking at the people riding rickshaws on the street outside, Class Monitor Wu Gang shivered, then frowned and spoke in a low voice, causing the whole class to burst into laughter.

Rickshaws were a major feature of the small coastal city of Binhai. Calling them rickshaws was a bit of an exaggeration, as most were pedal-powered or electric. Their speed was not fast, and safety was not high, but they were much cheaper than taxis. In addition, the people of Binhai seemed to have a special fondness for rickshaws, always calling for a rickshaw when going out rather than hailing a taxi.

"Nonsense, it's almost the twenty-first century, who still takes a rickshaw? Rickshaws lost their market long ago; in the future, we won't even have rickshaws to pull!" Study Commissioner Yao Yumei gave Wu Gang a sidelong glance and sighed.

"That's why we must work hard, prepare well, get into a good university, soar to the sky, and in the future, we won't have to pull rickshaws!" Hearing Wu Gang and Yao Yumei's conversation, Mr. Ye laughed cheerfully. Then he walked over to Yang Tian, tapped on his desk, and motioned for him to come outside. Yang Tian stood up and followed Mr. Ye out. He knew very well why Old Ye was looking for him; he had missed the past few chemistry quizzes, and he had even been absent from last week's school mock exam.

Old Ye didn't call Yang Tian to the office, but instead walked directly to the corridor in front of the classroom. Standing on the marble corridor, one could see the full view of the No. 1 High School campus and the lower-grade students sweating on the playground not far away.

"Classmate Yang Tian, how is your revision going?" Old Ye didn't get straight to the point, but routinely asked a cliché question.

"Pretty good!" Yang Tian smiled apologetically. Actually, his chemistry revision hadn't even truly begun. Although he had already self-studied the entire third-year high school curriculum back in his first year, he had spent most of his time hanging out outside during his second and third years, so some concepts indeed needed consolidation, otherwise it would be difficult to apply them flexibly later.

"Science is unlike humanities; cramming at the last minute simply won't work. You must strive for proficiency! I know you want to apply for Binhai University. It's a bit of a pity, but teachers cannot control your choices. With your current grades, getting into Binhai University is not a difficult task, but the teacher has to nag a bit more: whatever you do, you must be diligent and conscientious, striving to make it foolproof. The exam room is like a battlefield, and many unexpected situations will arise. Don't panic when the time comes and leave behind many regrets. Do you understand?" Old Ye usually talked a lot, but this was the first time he had ever spoken to a student in such a calm and gentle manner.

"Understood, Mr. Ye!" Yang Tian did not show any impatience. Instead, he felt that Old Ye had sounded a wake-up call for him. It was time to make a sprint; otherwise, if he even failed to get into Binhai University, his dream-realizing journey would suffer another setback.

After school, Yang Tian seemed like a different person. He stopped buying and reading things like *Reference News* and magazines, returning directly to his residence to diligently review his exercise problems. The computer on his desk was put away, and the table was covered with physics, chemistry, and mathematics exercise collections. Right on the wall in front of him hung a huge sign: Grand Strategy for College Entrance Examination Revision.

When Huang Juan returned, she couldn't help but be startled, thinking that Yang Tian had suffered some kind of trauma to be burying his head in books like this. It was completely unlike the usually cheerful and carefree Yang Tian!

"Xiaotian, what's wrong with you? Did Mr. Ye scold you today?" Huang Juan poured a cup of hot tea for Yang Tian, placed it on his desk, and then casually began to massage his shoulders. This time, Huang Juan didn't massage his head, but tried massaging his shoulders and cervical spine instead. Her touch was as gentle as ever.

"No. He just asked me to make sure I participate in next week's city-wide senior chemistry joint examination!" Yang Tian laughed cheerfully, picked up the test paper on the desk, and asked Huang Juan, "Take a look, did I do this set of problems correctly?"

Huang Juan was stunned for a moment, then softly said, "En, there are no major problems. But it seems a few steps are missing! Look at you, every time you do problems, you calculate the answer in just a couple of strokes. It's very concise, but certain steps must be written out, otherwise, points will be deducted during the college entrance exam grading!" This was the first time Yang Tian had asked her a question, or more accurately, the first time they had communicated like this in a long time.

This stirred up a long-lost feeling in her heart—the feeling of the days when Yang Tian used to study with her in the past. After entering high school, even though she and Yang Tian sat one in front of the other in terms of seating, Yang Tian seemed like a towering mountain in academics, standing firmly there, and no problem had ever been able to stump him. Therefore, he never communicated with anyone about studies, and for others, trying to communicate with him seemed somewhat redundant.

Today, all of this seemed to have changed, as if they had returned to their third year of middle school when the two of them were always memorizing texts and discussing problems together. Although she had felt a bit lost back then, unsure whether she could get into No. 1 High School or what her future would look like, that period of time was truly wonderful, just like the cup of clear tea on the desk right now—calm, serene, and exhaling a faint, refreshing tea fragrance.

"Oh, I see. No wonder I thought it looked a bit strange; I finished a test paper in forty minutes. It seems I need to put effort into these areas during the remaining time. Points that shouldn't be lost must firmly not be lost, otherwise, failing to get into Binhai University would be a lifelong regret!" Yang Tian took the test paper, looked at it carefully, furrowed his brows slightly, and smiled.

"Xiaotian, do you really want to go to Binhai University that much? With your grades, if you don't take the exam for Tsinghua, I'm afraid your parents won't be very satisfied!" Huang Juan was intoxicated for a moment, then asked softly.

"My parents are very easygoing and don't have high demands for me. They just want me to live happily and freely!" Yang Tian stared at Huang Juan for a moment, naturally understanding the little girl's thoughts in his heart, and thus spoke to dispel her worries.

Yang Bao and his wife were honest country folk who never put pressure on Yang Tian. Just as Yang Tian said, their wish was simply for him and Yangxueling to live healthily and happily. Even when Li Xiuying went to the temple to burn incense, she prayed to the Bodhisattva to bless her two children so they would stay healthy and safe.

"Then why did you choose Binhai University?" Huang Juan pursued the question. Actually, she already knew the answer in her heart, but she just wanted to confirm it—the thoughts of a young girl.

"Because I want to stay in Binhai. My memories are here, and my dreams are here!" Yang Tian reached out, gently flicked the little girl's nose, brought his head close to hers, and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"What is your dream?" Huang Juan's face turned red. Although the two of them frequently bantered and played around, she was growing up now, and whenever she had physical contact with Yang Tian, she would blush, feeling a hazy fluttering in her heart.

"My dream is... to be able to see this look in your eyes forever!" Yang Tian pondered for a moment, then smiled.

Huang Juan was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look in the mirror, wanting to see what kind of look was in her eyes right now. But after looking for a long time, she couldn't make out anything special, and the little girl couldn't help frowning.

Yet Yang Tian saw it. There was a calm expression in her eyes—a carefree, serene detachment, mixed with longing and pursuit of the future.

A calm life intertwined with a trace of dreams and impulses; this was the dream Yang Tian wanted!

"Xiaotian, are you teasing me again? There's nothing in my eyes!" Seeing Yang Tian smiling with a look of infatuation, Huang Juan frowned and asked, her tone filled with spoiled anger.

"There's nothing, but if ten years from now, there's still nothing in your eyes, then my mission in this life will be fulfilled!" Yang Tian laughed heartily, making Huang Juan hurriedly raise her dainty fist, wanting to hit him but unable to bring herself to do it. He had finally rediscovered his drive for studying, and she didn't want to mess with him for fear of affecting him.

Yang Tian's drive to study had indeed returned. He did exercises late into the night and got up early in the morning, reciting English vocabulary while running to school.

Seeing this scene, not only Huang Juan, but even Chen Ming and An Qi were shocked. Was this still Yang Tian? Perhaps this *was* Yang Tian; when everyone else had already been exhausted by the college entrance exam revision, his enthusiasm was just beginning to erupt.

Influenced by Yang Tian, the students in the class also began to step up their pace. The top student of the science class was fighting this hard—how could they not fight?

The happiest person should be Bao Yuehong. She had been worrying about how to mobilize the students' study enthusiasm in her class. Now, the students' studies had entered a fatigue period, and any external measures found it difficult to perk them up again, unless the college entrance exam was over.

However, Yang Tian had invisibly provided momentum for these people, and the study atmosphere in Senior Three Class Eight completely changed its appearance.

Yang Tian's Grand Strategy for College Entrance Examination Revision was copied by every student in the class, and they all began to launch their assault according to the timetable and revision steps outlined on it.

"The students in Class Eight have gone crazy!" "Indeed crazy, they are even discussing exercises while eating!"

"That Yang Tian is even crazier; he's still holding the *College Entrance Examination Vocabulary List* while squatting in the toilet!"

When students from other classes saw the students in Class Eight going crazy, although they acted disdainful on the surface, they also began to fight desperately. Class Eight was already an elite class; since they had all gone crazy, if the others didn't go crazy too, their psychological pressure would only be even greater.

Meanwhile, Zhou Bing's store decoration was almost complete, and Gao Xinhua's energy-saving lamp production had entered the second stage, with Zhou Xing following up. They all knew Yang Tian was intensely revising lately, so none of them dared to disturb him much.

Zhou Bing's decoration followed Yang Tian's blueprints, so there weren't major problems! As for the investment company, Group Five currently had only one cooperative client on track, Gao Xinhua. Following up on that was enough without needing massive adjustments, so there were no issues there either. However, when taking on new clients, Zhou Xing and Sister Li all longed to see Yang Tian's figure. Helplessly, to Shanda, Yang Tian was merely a passerby. Being able to bring them an order was their good fortune; if he didn't come, they could only heave sighs in frustration. After all, he didn't take a single penny from Shanda and had no obligation to break his back for them.