Chapter 129 Ridiculous
Mom's... perfect score...
Just hearing that name made Zhong Wan's heart sink.
But she didn't have time to think about these things; everything went black before her eyes.
"Rui Rui, look at Mommy..."
"Wow, Rui Rui is so great! He can even say 'daddy' and 'mommy'."
"Rui Rui, slow down, don't bump your head."
"Rui Rui, look at the car Daddy gave you, isn't it fun?"
"Rui Rui, come here..."
Zhong Wan has few hazy memories from her childhood, and she can't see any clear images.
Yet one could clearly sense the joy and happiness in his heart.
You can also sense the loving parents he remembers.
But it seems this happy period didn't last long; soon things became clear again after he started school.
My parents, whom I remember, seem to have changed. My father leaves early and returns late every day, his face always looking exhausted.
Mother……
Strict yet loving, a contradictory feeling.
Especially after He Shengrui entered junior high school,
His mother... seemed like a completely different person.
"This question is so simple, how come you can't do it? I've explained it several times in class!"
Watching Wang Jia Hui expressionlessly tap the test paper on the table, and seeing the bright red 98 on the paper, Zhong Wan felt an unbearable sense of oppression in her heart.
So, is it really that suffocating to have your mother be both your homeroom teacher and math teacher?
She couldn't imagine how heartbroken Rui Rui must be, and she couldn't even fathom how her sister-in-law would feel when she saw that scene again.
"What's wrong with your brain?"
"sorry……"
"Heh, sorry? Is that all you can say? Can't you take the exam seriously?"
"If you had been just a little more careful, how could you have lost those two points?"
"Sigh, Rui Rui, Mom is only doing this for your own good. If you don't study hard, what will you be able to do in the future?"
The images in front of her continued to load, but Zhong Wan couldn't relax at all.
Looking back at his memories, Zhong Wan suddenly realized...
Of all the test takers from the four dialect groups, which one truly had it easy?
From elementary school to junior high, from junior high to high school, and then to the college entrance exam, it seems like all that's left is studying and taking exams...
At an age when he should be playing freely, He Shengrui's memories seem to consist only of studying, exams, and tutoring...
Especially after entering high school,
Working from 5 a.m. to 10 p.m. every day has become the norm in his life.
Every day I am immersed in a sea of questions, and even before eating, queuing, or running, I carry a small notebook with me to study and memorize.
His youth was a black and white blur, seemingly devoid of color.
It was only then that Zhong Wan realized that signs of his health problems had already appeared back in his second year of high school, with frequent, severe headaches and occasional dizziness...
I don't know if it was the immense pressure or the stifling stimulation of washing my hair with cold water,
He Shengrui also noticed that he was feeling unwell, but he still tried his best to persevere.
Only during his two-hour break on Sunday afternoons did he have time to quickly take a shower and then go to buy medicine.
The young boy didn't even bother to go to the hospital for a checkup; instead, he bought headache medicine on his own.
Maybe they don't have time either.
"Your lifeline is here! If you don't work hard today, you won't have a chance tomorrow!"
Do you know what it means to miss out on the college entrance exam by just one point?
"If you're just one point away from winning, you'll have to compete against a whole playground of competitors. Think about what that means!"
"Don't keep asking me for leave if there's nothing wrong. Nothing is more important than studying right now."
The old man in front of me stood on the podium with a serious expression, looking at the students below and continued, "I personally encourage a wolf-like culture."
"They say wolves travel a thousand miles to eat meat, while dogs travel a thousand miles to eat excrement. Whether you want to eat meat or excrement in the future depends on your choices now."
"If you don't care about studying or the future, then do as you please."
"Whether you give it your all or just lie around and eat shit, I won't force you. After all, you're not here for me to learn."
"The future is in your own hands."
Hearing this, Zhong Wan felt utterly ironic and wanted to laugh speechlessly.
Once upon a time, she, too, sat below, listening to the brainwashing of so-called "wolf culture," just like them.
But what was the result?
She was once one of the millions of students who worked hard at their desks.
They studied diligently day and night, and even attended art exam preparation courses to increase their chances of getting into a top-tier university.
Just so I can get into a good university
It was only then that she realized that art students actually worked even harder than students majoring in general subjects.
It became the norm for me to do my homework until 1 or 2 a.m. every day.
It's become natural for clothes and hands to be covered in paint and brush shavings, and the sheen on black clothes is a common sight.
But what was the result of her efforts?
While she was struggling in the art studio and exam hall, her fellow students who were just coasting through their time in the studio had already secured their places in art schools...
That was the first time Zhong Wan realized the complexity and darkness of society...
Thinking of this, Zhong Wan sighed heavily, pulled herself out of her thoughts, and continued watching.
Watching He Shengrui struggle through the college entrance exam with painkillers like Analgin and Paracetamol,
Watching him collapse the moment he saw them after finishing his last exam,
"Thankfully... the college entrance exams are over..."
His weak tone was full of relief and relief.
Hearing those words again, Zhong Wan couldn't help but burst into tears.
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes still blurry with tears as she continued to watch.
Looking at He Shengrui lying on the hospital bed, his face pale and bloodless, and seeing his increasingly thin figure,
Watching him being wheeled into the emergency room again and again...
He was becoming less and less lucid, but each time he tried to smile, looking at them, at his father and mother.
"Dad...Mom..."
"sorry……"
His hand, covered in IV tubes, trembled as he tried to lift it to wipe away the tears on his mother's face, but it could only hang down helplessly, and he stopped breathing.
He Shengrui, only 18 years old, passed away from a cerebral infarction, dying at the most beautiful age of his life...
"Rui Rui!"
Wang Jia Hui screamed his name in anguish, but received no response.
He Shengrui left around 11 p.m. If he could have held on a little longer…
In just a short while, you can check your college entrance exam results...
Clearly, he was also unwilling to accept it.
Zhong Wan clearly saw that, the second after he breathed his last, a transparent figure slowly appeared beside them.
His expression shifted from dazed to sorrowful and forlorn.
He was still emotional at this point.
Zhong Wan clearly remembers that night.
On that silent and painful night, He Liqun, with trembling hands, changed He Shengrui's clothes, then carried his son and walked heavily back home.
The grades were checked by Zhong Wan at Wang Jia Hui's request that evening.
The score of 705 on the screen stung the hearts of everyone present.
How ridiculous!
At that moment, Zhong Wan really didn't know what the point of studying so hard was.
Twelve years of arduous study—the best twelve years of my life—seemed like a joke.
At that moment, Zhong Wan clearly realized that it wasn't education, but more like a slow massacre of youth.
Ha, and they call it "struggle".
They even said that if you improve by one point, you can wipe out the entire playground.
Is this really wolf-like behavior?
At this moment, Zhong Wan felt it was more like animalistic instinct.
She always believed that education should be guidance, direction, and hope.
It should be a spark that ignites a flame, guiding students toward a bright future, rather than locking people together and constantly spurring them on with so-called "wolf culture."
It is a logical paradox to exchange students' time, health, and future for a ticket to the future. Effort itself is not wrong, but it should not come at the expense of all students' health and happiness.
Every student's youth should be vibrant and colorful, not black and white.
Each of them should have all the possibilities to explore and strive for a variety of colorful futures.
Instead of oversimplifying their standards to the point where only "scores" remain as a single dimension,
We also need to make them engage in crazy infighting and internal strife in this distorted dimension.
That night, Zhong Wan personally printed out his transcript and stayed up all night to draw a handwritten version of Kyoto University's admission letter.
The two items were placed in He Shengrui's arms the next day and buried with him.
And his soul dissipated as a result.
Upon seeing this, Zhong Wan couldn't help but frown, utterly perplexed.
His soul had clearly left by then.
So what's going on now?
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