A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

It's no wonder Jiang Zheyuan has mind-reading abilities; he only glanced at her while waiting at the traffic light and immediately saw through her little scheme.

"Do you want to learn to drive?"

Shao Wanwan was taken aback.

This guy is amazing. She was only slightly lost in thought, and he could tell that she wanted to take the driving test.

She really only thought about it quietly in her heart.

Now that she'd been found out, Shao Wanwan stopped trying to hide it.

She nodded.

"Yeah, I'd like to learn, but I feel like getting a driver's license is really hard." Shao Wanwan was telling the truth.

Jiang Zheyuan's Crown was already a pretty good car, but it was still much more troublesome to operate than the new energy vehicle she drove later.

There is indeed a big difference between these two decades.

“You can enroll in driving school and go through the exam process, and I’ll teach you practical experience. My grandfather can borrow a practice area and ask a retired sergeant from the motor transport unit to teach you. With your high aptitude, you’ll definitely get your driver’s license soon.” Jiang Zheyuan became serious immediately.

"Don't you think it's a bit... improper for a woman to learn to drive?" Shao Moli had been listening the whole time, and because she was so shocked, her mouth really did not think before she did, and this sentence just popped out of her mouth subconsciously.

It's perfectly normal for Shao Moli to think that way.

In this era, new ideas are emerging, but the more vibrant and open things seem, the more deeply ingrained some outdated thoughts are.

It's not uncommon for fashionable women dressed in tank tops and bell-bottoms to die on the operating table while giving birth to a son.

Both Shao Wanwan and Shao Moli had heard of it.

Zhang Suran collectively labeled these pitiful women as "improper" and "deserving of it."

They also said that in the past, women would never go to the hospital to give birth; they would give birth at home, and all they had to do was sterilize the scissors with boiling water.

Hearing this sent a chill down Shao Moli's spine.

She knew these thoughts were wrong, but she had unconsciously become accustomed to the way the people around her restricted her.

So when she heard that Jiang Zheyuan was so open-minded and willing to help Shao Moli grow, she was both envious and shocked.

Shao Moli's words made her realize her mistake quickly, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

Jiang Zheyuan did not feel any aversion.

He simply said in a calm tone, "A car is just a production tool, just like a farmer driving a harvester or tractor. There's nothing profound about it. It's just to take you where you want to go. If you want to learn, I can help you register."

Shao Moli hadn't heard such normal human speech in a long time.

His envy of Shao Wanwan increased even more.

She quickly waved her hand, "I... I'll pass! I haven't even earned enough money for my grandma's hearing aid yet, and the cost of a driver's license... I really can't afford it, and I'm scared too."

Jiang Zheyuan knew that she would overcome this fear in the future, so he didn't say anything more.

The car fell silent again.

Shao Wanwan really admired Jiang Zheyuan's polite and gentlemanly demeanor.

He doesn't preach, but he also actively responds to questions.

Truly a character created by the author with his soul.

It was all worth it for her to stay up all night reading his book and be so infatuated with him.

I've even bought merchandise related to his character.

Many artists have drawn numerous portraits of Jiang Zheyuan based on the author's descriptions, and he also has cartoon characters, all of which sell quite well.

But the moment I saw him in person, I still felt that his aloofness and distance could only be felt after getting to know him.

Shao Wanwan recalled the first time she met Jiang Zheyuan on the bus.

The bus was so noisy, with the sounds of chickens, ducks, and geese coming and going.

He was wearing a white shirt and obediently stood up to offer her his seat. That moment was enough for her to savor for a long time.

The pickup truck quickly drove out of the city and began to slowly head towards Shao Moli's hometown.

Because Yantang Village is far from the sea, the villagers mainly make a living by farming, rather than being a traditional fishing village.

But the sea is just two hours away, so I still prefer seafood.

Winter has arrived; the sea is silent, damp, and cold, a scene of desolation.

The same is true in rural areas during the off-season; you can hardly see any people or vehicles on the paved national highways.

So much so that as soon as Jiang Zheyuan's pickup truck entered Yantang Village, preschool children called their friends over to see what was going on.

That's true, not many people have ever seen a pickup truck.

“This car… can only be parked in the open space near the village committee office. There’s no road beyond that, so we… will have to walk,” Shao Moli said rather apologetically.

Because Yantang Village is far from the sea, few people make a living by fishing.

Therefore, compared with the surrounding villages, it is considered very backward and poor.

The cement road was only built up to the vicinity of the brigade, and then the rest of the area was all dirt roads, some places were even just paths the size of field ridges, which became extremely muddy after it rained.

Shao Moli regarded Jiang Zheyuan as a god-like figure.

It's the kind of thing that needs to be kept high and untouched by the world.

So when Jiang Zheyuan saw the backward Yantang Village, he was extremely embarrassed.

Shao Moli was in a difficult situation, but Jiang Zheyuan and Shao Wanwan each had their own worries.

When Jiang Zheyuan first came to Yantang Village, he and Shao Moli came to visit his grandmother. At that time, his grandmother was already old and, although she wore a hearing aid, she still needed people to speak very loudly for her to hear.

Shao Moli had already achieved some success by then, so she donated 100,000 yuan to repair the road.

The village chief and the brigade secretary also erected a monument to thank Shao Moli for her donation. Because of Shao Moli's initiative, he later returned to the village to repair bridges and roads, donating more than one million yuan.

Because Yantang Village has many rice paddies, Shao Moli sponsored an uncle in the village to open a duck farm, then collected duck eggs and made preserved eggs and salted duck eggs, which later became famous.

Shao Moli is a celebrity in Yantang Village.

Jiang Zheyuan looked at Shao Moli, who was now feeling ashamed and heartbroken about the poverty of her hometown, and was filled with mixed emotions.

Jiang Zheyuan was recalling events from his previous life, while Shao Wanwan was desperately trying to remember the passages in the book related to Yantang Village.

Because the original owner had no affection for her grandmother.

Therefore, the author almost never visited Yantang Village, and he didn't describe it much.

After the original owner died tragically, her grandmother shed many tears for her.

Yantang Village held no emotional significance for the original owner.

However, it is true that Shao Moli's body and spirit were both in her hometown.

The depth of Shao Moli's feelings for her grandmother is the same as the depth of her feelings for Yantang Village.

With the joint donations from Shao Moli and Jiang Zheyuan, Yantang Village later became a model village.

The average annual income per capita increased from fifty or sixty yuan in 1998 to more than six thousand yuan later, which was a qualitative leap.

Whenever Shao Moli returns to her hometown, she is always greeted with a warm welcome from the villagers.

With her head bowed, Shao Moli certainly couldn't imagine what the future held, but she really couldn't say anything. As the saying goes, secrets of heaven cannot be revealed, and she was already doing well enough to save herself.

The male and female protagonists will always have admirers and be loved; they are the chosen ones.