RBCT Chapter 6, First Bucket
Chapter 6, First Bucket
"...Even when Lü Bu perished at the White Gate Tower, I never saw you so devoted to me. Why are you taking your own life like this today...?"
Lin An wrote slowly, but with exceptional care.
"The Death of Red Hare," this sensational, full-mark college entrance exam essay from his previous life, he had memorized it countless times, and every college entrance exam season, it would inevitably be dug up and rehashed by various media outlets.
Although the article contained several glaring errors in literature and history, its unique writing style and diverse interpretations of the theme still inspired a trend of creating classical Chinese essays for subsequent college entrance examinations.
If his previous deductions were correct, Lin An believed that the article's historical influence and artistic originality would surely give him a pleasant surprise!
Time passed second by second.
After writing the last sentence, Lin An put down his pen, stretched his aching wrist, and silently read the entire article from beginning to end.
There are no typos, one correction, but overall it is quite neat.
Now it's time to verify our hypothesis.
Lin An hopped back to his room on one leg, skillfully locked the door, and then took out the [Future Store] from under the bed.
The screen lit up, he took a deep breath, and placed the manuscript in his hand on the scanning area.
Blue light swept across the paper.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
A line of text popped up on the screen:
[Detection in progress... Please wait]
Lin An's heart raced involuntarily, a reaction he had never experienced before.
He rested his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and stared intently at the screen.
Ten seconds passed.
Twenty seconds.
The text on the screen has changed:
[Text content detected: "The Death of Red Hare"]
[Type: Literary Work]
[Under evaluation...]
Another long wait is about to begin.
Lin An could almost hear his own heartbeat.
Finally, the evaluation results popped up on the screen:
[Literary Value: Medium]
[Historical Impact: To be determined]
[Artistic Uniqueness: High]
Overall Rating: B
[Evaluation Score: 2077]
……
"hiss......"
Lin An stared at the numbers on the screen and gasped.
He ransacked most of the room, selling books, newspapers, and commemorative coins, and managed to accumulate 132 points.
Now, an essay of just over a thousand words is worth 2077.
This amount of points is enough to buy one or two items that aren't overly exaggerated in effect, but are still quite magical.
For example, 200 points can be used to create an "automatic bandage" that immediately reduces inflammation and relieves pain once applied.
300 points. A panacea that can cure most diseases after consumption.
800 points. The [Original Beret] can perfectly recreate the image you have in mind when you wear it.
……
But what really excited Lin An was the [Opposite Sex Attraction Badge]!
The effect is simple and direct—it increases your attractiveness to the opposite sex!
With just 2000 points, you can live a blissful life marrying a beautiful and wealthy woman!
Lin An's breathing became rapid. He wished he could immediately exchange for the items, put on the badge, rush into the swimming pool, and shout: Who else is there!
Even Jesus couldn't stop me!
It seems my previous assessment was correct; people from the future do indeed value stories. Even a high school essay can fetch a high price. Next, I might try CDs and comics, and perhaps even copy some collections of prose poems...
One thought after another flashed through my mind.
Lin An pursed his lips, realizing that the entertainment industry in this world had become an open gold mine for him!
Just then, a noise came from the living room; the rustling sound of plastic bags rubbing together was mixed with the indistinct conversation of two people.
The mystical couple is back.
Lin An's alarm blared, his fingers flew across the screen as he exited the product page and turned off the power.
He stuffed the "Future Store" back under the bed and then pulled out several old textbooks to surround it.
The sounds from the living room were getting closer.
"...Leaving the third brother out alone...that's really asking for a beating..."
"Alright, that's enough... You'll be fine once you've settled down and started a family..."
"Pah... Don't ruin other good girls' lives..."
Lin An leaned against the door, listened for two seconds, and then slightly pursed his lips.
He was so focused on getting into university that he was constantly studying like a hawk, he had no time to ruin good girls.
"By the way, you should also pay attention to the eldest's college application."
Lin's mother, Yuan Li, then spoke clearly, accompanied by the sound of rushing water:
"We need to find a stricter school to properly discipline his unruly nature."
Damn it, how could they treat their own son like this? How vicious! Lin An exhaled a breath of stale air, opened the door, and dragged his broken leg out.
Seeing him like this, Lin's mother, who was washing vegetables in the kitchen, smoothed out her furrowed brows and said in a calm tone:
"Take a good rest these next few days. Your dad will pick up your college application form from the school tomorrow. You're lucky; you can try for a better school."
Lin An knew she was referring to the policy adjustment of "filling out college applications after knowing the scores".
In the past few years, there have been frequent cases of "high scores leading to low applications" and "low scores leading to high applications." In order to change this situation, this year the policy of releasing scores before students fill out their college applications has been adopted.
Unfortunately, this policy was abruptly halted after only one year due to various reasons.
But that's not the point...
"Um, Mom."
Lin An tentatively said, "I have some thoughts on my own regarding my choice of major."
"Oh?"
Lin's father chuckled, a look of satisfaction on his face, and said:
"You're already thinking about what you'll do in the future. You're just like my son."
Lin's mother rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything more.
Having come from a dance troupe, she understands the power of dreams and the pressure children of this age face.
"Having goals is a good thing, tell me about them."
Lin's mother picked up the kitchen knife and, while preparing the dishes, chimed in:
"We are not old-fashioned people, and we will fully support you."
Lin An's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Then I want to be a director."
The air suddenly became quiet.
Lin's father's smile gradually faded.
Lin's mother raised the kitchen knife high.
Lin Meng smacked her lips, turned over, and continued to snore.
……
……
Evening, Dengshikou, West District.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire street in a dark orange hue.
Lin Yi walked ahead, his hands still in his pockets, his pace neither hurried nor slow.
Doraemon followed behind her, his round body casting a short, stout shadow in the setting sun.
"I didn't realize you were so capable."
Lin Yi's voice sounded faint in the evening breeze:
"You get an 8 yuan commission on small appliances and 30 yuan on large appliances. After accounting for parts wear and tear, earning 2000 yuan a month shouldn't be a big problem."
You should know that Lin Yuan's small clinic only earns about 4000 yuan a month.
With this money, he raised his son and daughter, enabling his family to eat meat every day and have new clothes to wear every year.
Doraemon scratched his head shyly and said embarrassedly, "This is all I can do."
Lin Yi replied without turning his head, "Having a skill is already quite good."
She paused for a moment and then said, "Just a friendly reminder: once you've saved enough money, move out and stay away from my brother."
Doraemon was taken aback, and after realizing what was happening, he said with a hint of grievance, "I'm not a bad person."
Lin Yi said, "I know, so stay away from him and don't let him lead you astray."
Doraemon: "......"