Reborn 99 Days Later, Becoming a Landlady and Getting into Tsinghua and Peking Universities

On the first day of school, the sun shone brightly and a refreshing autumn breeze blew.

The school gate was bustling with people.

The new No. 1 Middle School was built in the last two years. It covers a large area but is located in a remote area.

The Huali sisters stood at the entrance of Tahara City No. 1 Middle School, looking at the words "Tahara City No. 1 Middle School" that seemed to be plated with a layer of sacred golden light, and were filled with emotion.

The distance from their home to the No. 1 High School took them two lifetimes to cover.

Tahara No. 1 Middle School is the best high school in Tahara City, and it gathers the best students in the city.

In the late 1980s, when education was not highly valued, those who could get into the No. 1 Middle School in the city were either exceptionally gifted, had connections at home, or had parents who were farsighted and placed great importance on their children's education.

In this situation, there are especially many parents coming to register their children.

Some parents were dressed in smart work clothes, with a "Hero" brand fountain pen clipped to their breast pocket, clearly indicating that they had made careful preparations.

The child next to him was also wearing brand-new clothes, his face showing both pride and nervousness.

There were also parents dressed simply, carrying a large duffel bag on their backs, with basins and buckets at their feet, their faces full of simple honesty.

They would occasionally bend down to talk to the child, glancing around with a hint of fear, and would tug at their clothes from time to time.

A few parents, dressed smartly, arrived in cars or motorcycles to drop off their children.

There were also many students who came alone to register.

Amidst the bustling activity on campus, it was not surprising to see Hua Yuansheng and his two companions, Hua Antao on the left and Hua Lichu on the right.

Following the signs, clutching their notices, the three of them walked with the flow of people, their eyes full of curiosity, to the foot of the teaching building.

The school has a total of 3 teaching buildings, and the one closest to the school gate is where the first year of high school is located.

The notice board on the first floor was covered with white paper, on which were printed the names of students from each class.

There are 20 classes in the entire grade.

Among them, Class (1) is the Sunshine Class, while Classes (2) to (6) are the Olympiad Math Classes.

The rest are regular classes.

Hua Antao was selected based on her performance in mathematics, physics, and chemistry, and was naturally assigned to the Olympiad math class.

Hua Lichu has a well-rounded development and excels in all subjects.

Both sisters were assigned to Class 4 of the first year of high school.

Out of curiosity, Hua Lichu stopped in front of the admission list for Class 1, Grade 1.

A quick glance revealed that my gaze finally fell on the name "Li Dong" in the middle of the second-to-last column of the list.

Seeing her younger sister in a daze, Hua Antao asked, puzzled, "What's wrong...?"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

They had obviously already seen that name.

Hua Yuansheng is old and has presbyopia, so he can't see the densely packed words on the paper. He just thinks that the child is envious of the students who were admitted to the Sunshine Class.

"School has only just started, and there are still three years to go. If my Peach and Pear work hard, they'll definitely be able to do it too!"

After saying that, she worried about putting too much pressure on the two children: "It's okay if you don't get into the Sunshine Class. Every year, so many students from the No. 1 High School of the city get into university, and not all of them are from the Sunshine Class. As long as we've tried our best, that's enough!"

The two sisters looked at their grandfather, who was racking his brains to comfort them, and smiled with relief.

Immediately, an intense competitive spirit arose from the bottom of his heart.

Yes, it's only the beginning of the first year of high school, it's too early to draw conclusions!

The two sisters never believed in fate. They believed that the future was long and that the one who had the last laugh was the true winner.

In the largest office on the second floor, more than a dozen teachers were busy at work.

The homeroom teacher of Class 4, Grade 1 is a middle-aged woman.

She had short, ear-length hair, and her sleeves were rolled up halfway up her arms, making her look extremely capable.

She quickly took the household registration book from Hua Lichu's hand, picked up the class admission form, and prepared to start looking.

"Teacher, we recently changed our names. Before, we were called Liang Yili and Liang Ruotao."

Hua Antao quickly spoke up.

The homeroom teacher frowned: "What's going on?"

Upon seeing this, Hua Yuansheng explained the whole story in detail.

Upon hearing that their biological mother had passed away early and that their biological father was unwilling to support their schooling, the homeroom teacher, who had been busy with her head down, finally looked up at the two sisters.

This look lasted for several tens of seconds.

Hua Antao awkwardly touched her face: "Teacher, what's wrong?"

The female teacher who was eavesdropping nearby chuckled: "Haha, your homeroom teacher, he's at it again!"

"what?"

The female teacher tugged at the homeroom teacher, reminding her to be careful.

After regaining his composure, the homeroom teacher pursed his lips somewhat awkwardly, then said righteously, "Outrageous! You are utterly unfit to be a father!"

Then, abandoning his previous seriousness, he spoke in a soft voice with a gentle expression: "I already know about your situation. Don't worry, there's always a way to overcome difficulties."

These two little girls are so beautiful; they must have accumulated a lot of good karma in their past lives to be reborn with such good looks.

Publishing a notice in the newspaper to change one's surname and sever ties with family must be the fault of that scumbag father!

What could a girl as pretty as her have done wrong?

"Peaches and pears, right? Did you bring the 300 yuan registration fee? If not, that's okay. I'll try to think of a way to give you an extension."

Hua Antao carefully took a black plastic bag out of her handbag, opened it, and took out some money.

The money was all earned from setting up a stall recently, so it was all loose change, in denominations of five cents or one dollar.

The two sisters had already ordered it at home before coming.

But it must be said that the visual effect of 400 yuan in loose change is really quite shocking.

"Thank you, teacher. I have all the money. Teacher, please count it. Here is 400 yuan."

As he spoke, he took out a book from his bag, opened it, and took out the application form for tax reduction and exemption policies tucked inside.

“We applied for a tax reduction and subsidy, and this is the consent form.”

The homeroom teacher saw the stamp on the consent form, confirmed it was correct, and then began counting the money.

She casually moistened her hand with saliva and counted the money with a clattering sound.

This guy looks like a veteran.

After confirming that everything was correct, the homeroom teacher asked kindly, "You're boarding students, right?"

"Teacher, I want to ask, are day students exempt from evening self-study sessions?"

"Day school? Isn't your home in a county town down below? It's so far from the city, how can you commute? Don't you want to attend evening self-study sessions? Don't you want to go to school?"

Hua Antao's heart tightened, and she hurriedly explained, "No, it's because I want to go to school so much that I have to commute."

Hua Yuansheng looked distressed: "Teacher, our family is poor. My two children are sensible and want to do some small business while going to school."

Hua Lichu nodded: "We have to earn our own living expenses and tuition fees."

Looking at the two sisters' beautiful faces, the homeroom teacher cursed Liang Yongchang in her mind again.

He then looked steadily at the two sisters: "For day students in the first and second years of high school, the school has never made it mandatory for you to attend evening self-study sessions."

However, students should still prioritize their studies.

Hua Lichu assured: "Of course!"

We promise to study hard in our daily lives.

Even when doing business, it's done in my spare time, ensuring my academic performance doesn't decline.

Seeing Hua Lichu's confident expression, the homeroom teacher said nothing more.

There's nothing she can do; she's always exceptionally forgiving of good-looking people.

At worst... at worst, she'll just keep a close eye on things!

If the sisters' grades slip, we will take immediate action!

Hua Lichu's eyes darted around twice, then she smiled and approached the homeroom teacher.

"Teacher, we'd like to rent a place near the school. Do you have any recommendations?"