Chapter 3: The Plan  

For this summer break, Lin Yumo planned to preview the upcoming semester’s content through online courses while reviewing her middle school knowledge. The middle school material was relatively simple, so she allocated one month for revision and another month to preview high school subjects.  

Lin Yumo was well aware that she was no genius.  

The lesson from her past life—where she had muddled through the college entrance exams—was still fresh in her mind. This time, she resolved to be the “early bird.”  

One month to review middle school knowledge, followed by another month to preview high school coursework.  

Her goal was to transfer from the regular class into the elite class of No. 1 High School by the second semester.  

The elite class at No. 1 High was every student’s dream.  

There was one class for liberal arts and another for sciences. Getting in meant having one foot already in A University.  

Little Jasmine rested her chin on her hand, thinking of A University—a place she hadn’t even dared to dream of in her past life.  

She shook her head, pulling her wandering thoughts back. What mattered now was taking things step by step.  

After all, this fifteen-year-old body housed a twenty-five-year-old soul.  

Much of the middle and high school knowledge had faded from memory, so she intended to reinforce it over the summer.  

**Second Item: Preparing for “Jasmine Language”**  

Though she had just finished her middle school exams, Lin Yumo knew that her future “Jasmine Language” venture couldn’t wait until university.  

**Grades 10-11:** Use spare time to learn basic design knowledge (read fashion design books, follow fashion trends).  

**Grade 12:** Focus solely on college entrance exams, temporarily setting aside design (academics first, but occasional sketches for inspiration were fine).  

**University:** Officially start building the brand in freshman year—three years earlier than in her past life!  

**Third Item: Exploring the Mysterious Tattoo**  

Lin Yumo stared at the jasmine flowers settled at the bottom of her cup, dipping her fingertips into the cooled tea.  

A strange, refreshing sensation traveled through her veins. She solemnly wrote down her research plan in her notebook: *Document daily changes in the tattoo, experiment with different jasmine products.*  

**Fourth Item: Routine Management**  

Lin Yumo drew up a detailed schedule: 20 minutes of morning yoga, lights out by 11:00 PM sharp.  

Sunlight streamed through the window—her fifteen-year-old youth was just beginning.  

This time, she would be both beautiful and brilliant, turning past regrets into future surprises.  

Closing her notebook, Lin Yumo gently ran her fingers over the cover.  

Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting scattered specks of light on the desk. The jasmine tea was nearly finished, leaving only a few white petals clinging to the bottom.  

“Why is there still no reaction…?” she murmured, puzzled.  

Picking up the cup, she examined it closely, her long lashes casting faint shadows under her eyes.  

The faint “Little Jasmine” mark on her wrist remained unchanged, silent as ever.  

She lowered her gaze to the tea residue at the bottom.  

Maybe, like in those fantasy novels, mysterious powers needed time to manifest?  

She shook her head, dismissing the absurd thought. For now, the priority was gathering high school materials.  

The sound of chopping came from the kitchen. Lin Yumo tiptoed over.  

Wu Ma was preparing lunch, slicing cucumbers into uniform strips on the cutting board.  

“Wu Ma, could you brew me another pot of flower tea? And refill it when it’s finished…”  

Wu Ma set down the knife, wiping her hands on her apron before giving Lin Yumo a fond look. “Young miss, you just finished your exams—why not rest a little longer?”  

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes brimmed with tenderness.

Lin Yumo smiled obediently, revealing two small dimples on her cheeks. “I’m about to start high school, so I want to prepare in advance,” she said.

Holding the freshly brewed tea from Wu Ma, she returned to her room and sat by the window, lost in thought.

The summer breeze brushed against the curtains, carrying the fragrance of jasmine from her cup.

She glanced down at her arm, where a petal-like mark remained as quiet as ever.

The wind lifted a corner of the study schedule on her desk, densely filled with revision plans.

Lin placed the teapot within easy reach, deciding to drink a few more cups today.

“Tomorrow morning will tell…”

……

The cicadas’ chirping rose and fell beneath the shade of trees as Lin Yumo rubbed her sleepy eyes and settled into the back seat of the car.

The Jasmine Cake Wu Ma had personally packed was still warm, carefully tucked into her canvas bag.

When the cool air of Xinhua Bookstore, mingled with the scent of ink, greeted her, Lin suddenly felt wide awake.

The coffee area by the floor-to-ceiling windows was filled with young people engrossed in novels, the aroma of lattes blending with the sound of turning pages. Meanwhile, the study guide section was crowded with frowning parents and listless students.

Her fingers tightened around her phone, the silver bracelet on her wrist clinking softly.

Following the “High School Study Guides” sign, she turned past three bookshelves.

An entire wall of exercise books stretched from floor to ceiling, their red, blue, and green covers cascading like a colorful waterfall.

“Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Simulation,” “One Pass,” “Must-Solve Problems”… These familiar yet distant names surged through her memory.

“Do you need help, miss?” A clerk’s voice suddenly sounded beside her.

Lin snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head.

She lowered her gaze and continued flipping through “Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Simulation” in her hands, the pages rustling faintly under her fingertips.

Her phone screen was still lit, displaying a Zhihu page titled “Recommended High School Study Guides.”

She gently bit her lower lip, her eyes darting between the names “Wang Houxiong” and “Xue Jinxing.”

Memories from her past life were like faded photographs—she vaguely recalled using one of them before but couldn’t remember the specifics.

For Chinese and math, her foundation was solid enough that she didn’t need to start from the first year of high school.

“Let’s go with this one,” she murmured, standing on tiptoe to pull “High School Knowledge Complete Guide” for Chinese and math from the top shelf.

“Starting directly from college entrance exam difficulty?” She flipped to the table of contents.

Sunlight filtered through the pages, making the printed words gleam faintly. Functions, solid geometry, classical Chinese reading… These familiar yet strange terms left her momentarily dazed.

The anxiety from her past college entrance exams suddenly welled up, but she quickly suppressed it.

A “thud” sounded nearby—a bespectacled boy had accidentally dropped “Huanggang Secret Papers” on the floor.

Flustered, he scrambled to pick it up, growing even more nervous when he noticed Lin’s gaze.

It reminded her of her own disheveled self before the exams in her past life. This time is different, she silently repeated to herself. This time, I’ll stay ahead of everyone.