Chapter 560 The Last Year of Senior High

Although she couldn't go home, she wrote letters to her family every week, writing down everything she could think of.

If I ever have the chance to go home, I want them to see me at different stages of my life.

She also kept a diary, which recorded in detail what she did and accomplished each day.

Some even include photos, presenting their memoirs in a visually appealing way.

When she gets old, she can take it out and appreciate it.

After all, no one has such a fantastical life experience.

When time-travel stories become popular after the millennium, they might still be able to be posted online.

The intensive training for the senior year is different from that for the junior year. The junior year is for participating in various competitions, while the senior year is for preparing for entrance exams to prestigious universities.

There are exams almost every day, exams in various subjects.

The teacher will ask you about the universities you want to apply to based on your usual grades, and then give you targeted advice.

They even provide past exam questions and key points for your reference, which is quite thoughtful.

Two weeks passed quickly, and she gained a full understanding of Japan's education system and the careful consideration given to subject selection.

Similarly, impersonation and alteration of college application choices are also unavoidable in Japan. The teacher even taught them how to protect their legal rights if they encountered such a situation, and specifically pointed out that the less power or influence one has, the more likely they are to be coveted.

After saying that, he gave her a deep look, which made Xiao Jiu frown.

She was an orphan, the kind of person who had no power, influence, or connections.

Damn, I never expected this. But luckily, the medical school she applied to isn't one that just anyone can apply to.

Furthermore, in addition to the mandatory requirement of taking the national central examination, the medical schools of the top three public universities in the country that she applied to would all hold a second round of selection.

The second round of selection is also quite challenging, consisting of three stages: preliminary, intermediate, and final.

The second round of exams mainly focuses on descriptive questions.

Unlike the central exam, many questions not only require students to arrive at the answer, but also emphasize the thought process and problem-solving approach.

In other words, this part of the exam requires students to have higher learning abilities.

Think about it, if she can fill a spot once, can she fill it a second time?

Once I understood this, I felt much calmer.

With more than four months until the exam, it's time to give it my all.

She buys Japanese newspapers, and based on the reports from that time, she is now certain that news of what she did on Qingdao has reached her.

This demonstrates the immense power of infiltration; now their newspapers are speculating about who is acting as a spy in their country.

I'm also curious about the power of the person behind the scenes, who managed to secretly transport so many supplies over there.

Neither by water nor by plane is feasible.

Even if it's not their own ship, as long as it passes through Japanese territory along this route, it will be monitored and even strictly investigated.

With so many supplies, it was impossible to keep it a secret. In fact, television media even sought clues and information.

Xiao Jiu wasn't arrogant enough to think no one noticed her, so she carefully studied every report and TV program.

I even went to the mall specifically to watch the TV report, just to get firsthand information.

Fortunately, she was careful enough. At least for now, almost a month has passed, and they haven't managed to get any leads from their home country.

Instead, some people compared the military equipment in that batch of supplies and wondered why there were still Type 38 rifles and bows and arrows from the Republic of China era.

Well... she has no use for this thing, so it's better to donate it, even if you put it in a museum later!

As for bows and arrows, they were truly useless. Actually, she still had a large cleaver, which was made of iron, and she couldn't bear to throw it away. Perhaps she could melt it down and make some iron tools in the future.

She hasn't cooked much lately, and has been eating food brought back from Atai until she gets tired of it, at which point she'll try something different.

Unfortunately, I left all the receipts behind when I left, so when I returned to China, I didn't have any tickets to buy food.

They could only smack their lips, savoring the lingering taste of home in the air, before leaving with regret.

Benzi and Atai are rich in seafood, and she has accumulated quite a lot over the years, but none of them are as good as the ones her fourth sister gave her.

Not only were they large, but they were also fresh and plump. She was genuinely curious about what kind of fantastical world her fourth sister was talking about.

After the intensive training ended, the new semester began. It was the last semester of senior year, and it finally felt like senior year. In the past, school would end at three or four in the afternoon, but now the principle of voluntary staying to do practice problems is encouraged, and the lights in the teaching building are not turned off until seven or eight at night.

It's far inferior to the learning environment in China.

Back in the day, they were superhuman beings who stayed up from 5:30 in the morning until 9:30 at night!

Whether in this life or the previous one, she always thought that this was how life should be during junior and senior high school, until she entered university and realized how different they were from each other.

It's all too painful to talk about, so let's not dwell on it.

In short, we've made it through.

In the second semester of her senior year, fearing it would interfere with her studies, the school changed her job from cafeteria worker to library cleaner.

After all, she had donated money to the library, so the school specially set aside a space for her in the library's storage room.

The salary is the same as when I worked in the cafeteria, except that I have to work two to three hours a day there.

The library only requires a thorough cleaning after school and a patrol during the day at noon, with any dirty or messy areas cleaned separately. This job is much easier than the cafeteria job, and you can earn 20,000 yuan a month. It seems that you are fortunate to have studied well.

After she changed jobs to work at the library, the cafeteria staff would still give her extra food every time she went to get her meals, telling her to eat more.

However, she didn't eat any of the food she brought back; she hoarded it all. Getting the food was just for show; she wasn't eating it because she was already tired of it.

I'll take it out and use it as a staple food whenever I'm feeling lazy and want to save time.

When the school holds parent-teacher meetings, the teachers usually tell her the content in advance, which avoids making her feel embarrassed.

There are many parent-teacher meetings for senior high school students, at the beginning of the semester, mid-term, and final exams. During these times, she hides in the library to study.

Because she wasn't a true orphan, this situation wouldn't be sentimental.

"Ito-kun, which university are you going to apply to? Can you tell me?"

It was quite unexpected that the No. 1 student, who consistently topped the rankings in the science class placement exams, would come to her with such a question.

This seemingly frail-looking boy with glasses is a true science genius; even she admires his abilities.

That's a kid who's won major awards in both physics and mathematics; he's already been accepted into the Physics Department at the University of Tokyo.

He doesn't appear in the classroom often, and when he does, he's usually there as the teacher's assistant, helping classmates solve problems and answer questions. He's a helpful kid.

Unfortunately, he was Japanese, so even if he was a genius, it had nothing to do with her.

So he shook his head coldly and distantly: "I'm not sure yet, what's wrong?"