The scorching sun in July scorched the earth, and the sound of the air conditioner outside the window was overwhelmed by the hysterical cicadas. The temperature in the spacious room is cool and comfortable, and sliced iced watermelons are placed on the low table. On the laptop is the page for querying the results of the college entrance examination.
The moment Jiang Yi saw the results of the college entrance examination, the last bit of luck disappeared from Jiang Yi. While dumbfounded, he felt as if he had fallen into a cellar of ice. His eyes were hazy, and he didn't know whether his eyes were soaked by the cold sweat on his forehead, or his eyelashes were stained with dust. There is even a buzzing auditory hallucination in the ear.
It's over, it's really over now.
This is probably worse than the previous life where I lived all the way to the age of thirty, and had a boyfriend who was so handsome, but God couldn’t see well, and kicked him back to the age of eighteen—failed in the college entrance examination.
His father, who didn't study much but made a lot of money, was still comforting him cheerfully, "It's okay, it's okay. Isn't it just a mistake in performance? You can't get into a good university in China. Dad will send you abroad."
Jiang Yi looked at his father with gloomy eyes, but said nothing.
With 30 years of memory, he is not a young man who cannot withstand the ups and downs of life. But he could only hold back and couldn't say it.
Jiang Yiyou loved to play when he first entered high school. The science teachers praised him for being so clever. If he can use it in his studies, it would be great. It's just going back and forth so many times, not to mention Jiang Yiyou himself, but Jiang Yiyou's father doesn't care much about the teacher's persuasion.
The head teacher could only let it go and let him continue playing. In private, he shook his head and complained to his colleagues that it was spoiling, saying that he would end sooner or later if he continued like this. But he really didn't expect that Jiang Yiyou suddenly immersed himself in studying hard in the second semester of the second year of high school, rushed all the way, and finally got admitted to the famous university A in China.
Father Jiang knew his son's temperament very well, and once asked him insinuatingly, if the head teacher was putting pressure on him for the school's promotion rate, but he got a negative answer.
Jiang Yiyou has lived for 30 years and still remembers it vividly. He once slipped an unsigned confession paper into the desk of the deputy monitor of the next class during the monthly exam of the second year of high school. Not expecting the other party to respond, Jiang Yiyou stated on the paper that he was a boy.
When I came back for the exam in the afternoon, the piece of paper was still intact in the belly of the other party's desk, but there was an extra line of beautiful characters on it that didn't belong to me—"I guess no girl would write such ugly words. If you are admitted to University A, I will consider it. After all, I don't like long-distance relationships."
Jiang Yi carefully read the paper three times, and his heart seemed to be on fire.
Eighteen-year-old Jiang Yiyou's grades were not bad, but thirty-year-old Jiang Yiyou's grades were a complete failure. His college entrance examination results were a full 100 points behind the admission line of University A this year.
Jiang Yiyou subconsciously chewed the watermelon that was slowly warming up in his mouth. He seemed to have seen that the butterfly carrying fate was flapping its wings and taking off slowly. Like two parallel lines that never meet. Or worse, he'll be racing away on the opposite trajectory.
God, he wanted to go back. I still have two new-flavored condoms I bought last month.
It was written that Beijing University became A University, so I had to come back and change it...