Chapter 6: The Acceptance Letter  

After checking off the exercise item on her to-do list, Lin Yumo prepared to dive into her studies.  

“Chapter one of physics…” she murmured softly, pulling out *Innovative Design* from the stack of books.  

Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows over the diagram illustrating Newton’s First Law.  

By the time she reached the third example problem, she suddenly realized that the force analysis concepts she had struggled with in her past life now seemed as clear as the lines on her palm.  

As the afternoon sun slanted westward, Lin Yumo stretched, her spine emitting a faint crack.  

She reached for the jasmine tea on her desk, only to find the cup already empty.  

Right on cue, Wu Ma pushed the door open, carrying a tray with a glass of freshly brewed tea, its surface beaded with condensation.  

“Don’t overwork yourself, Miss,” Wu Ma said, placing the tea at the corner of the desk. “Madam said she’s making your favorite—jasmine shrimp—for dinner tonight.”  

Lin Yumo’s eyes lit up. After thanking her, Wu Ma left the room.  

Lin Yumo continued with the day’s unfinished tasks.  

She gently flipped open *The 3500 Must-Know Words for the College Entrance Exam*, and when her gaze landed on the word “phenomenon”—which had seemed utterly foreign just yesterday—she suddenly found it etched into her mind as if by magic.  

“Huh?”  

Instinctively, she touched the faintly visible jasmine tattoo on her wrist, which was radiating a gentle warmth.  

Yesterday, she had painstakingly copied the word twenty times before barely memorizing it. Yet now, she could effortlessly spell it out: “P-H-E-N-O-M-E-N-O-N…”  

Lowering her eyes, she flipped through the vocabulary book, half-convinced she must have memorized it particularly well yesterday. Shrugging it off, she moved on to the next page.  

But soon, she realized something was off.  

Seventeen minutes—nearly a fifth shorter than usual—and the complex word roots and definitions were already crystal clear in her mind.  

Even the content she had memorized the night before had woven itself into a coherent network, firmly lodged in her memory.  

Her fingers brushed against the jasmine tattoo again, and this time, she felt the faint heat emanating from its intricate pattern. Finally, she was certain—this wasn’t her imagination.  

Lin Yumo pressed her lips together, finally understanding another use of this magical ability.  

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she absentmindedly traced the pattern with her fingertips. “So that’s how it is…”  

Glancing around the empty room, she couldn’t help but hug the vocabulary book and roll onto the bed, her dark hair fanning out beneath her.  

This “magical ability” she had gained after her rebirth was practically tailor-made for studying.  

The thought of making up for the regrets of her past college entrance exam made the corners of her eyes crinkle into crescents, her hair tips practically quivering with excitement.  

“I have to work even harder…”  

Suddenly, the jasmine tattoo on her arm warmed slightly, as if responding to her resolve.  

Quickly straightening up, she returned to her desk, though she couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips as she resumed her unfinished studies.  

In the days that followed, Lin Yumo made a habit of checking her reflection every morning for any changes.  

She began consciously consuming more jasmine tea and jasmine cakes, and sure enough, each day brought subtle improvements.  

……  

One day, under the drawn-out drone of cicadas in the height of summer, Lin Yumo curled up on a soft cushion, a porcelain plate of freshly baked jasmine cakes beside her.  

Spoon in hand, she alternated between bites and recitations.  

“Once I finish this page today, I’ll be halfway done by tomorrow.”

She held the English textbook and thought to herself that she had already memorized half of the 3,500 commonly used words for the college entrance exam.  

Over the past few days of observation, she realized that the miraculous effect from the first day was indeed the most noticeable, like a gift upon rebirth.  

But gradually, she discovered that improvements in other aspects, such as memory, were more consistent—there was a slight increase every day, not rapid but steady.  

While working on math exercises, she was surprised to find that she no longer needed to frantically copy things down as she had in her past life.  

Those complex symbols only required her to focus and look at them a couple of times before they became clearly imprinted in her memory.  

She secretly tested it on a draft notebook, randomly writing down a string of twenty digits. Closing her eyes and counting to ten, she could still recite them flawlessly when she opened them again.  

“The forgetting curve has flattened too.”  

Ancient texts she had memorized three days ago could still be recited fluently when tested today.  

What delighted her the most was that this ability seemed deeply connected to her emotions.  

When she studied quietly on a sunny afternoon with a cup of jasmine tea, knowledge stayed in her memory much more easily.  

But when she forced herself to memorize out of anxiety, the results were slightly diminished.  

As if suddenly remembering something, she pulled out a small notebook and carefully recorded today’s test results: “July 15th, memory efficiency improved…”  

A dried jasmine bookmark drifted out from between the pages. She bent down to pick it up and gently tucked it back into the notebook.  

This summer, she would let every petal witness her transformation.  

……  

The cicadas’ cries gradually faded in August. Lin Yumo’s fingers trembled slightly as she opened the admission letter from A City No. 1 High School.  

Sunlight cast dappled shadows on the letter.  

“Class 7, Grade 10…” she murmured the familiar name.  

Memories of the three years she had spent in that classroom in her past life flashed through her mind like an old film—her figure hunched over the desk in the first light of dawn, the empty seat during lunch breaks, the loneliness of silently packing her bag after school…  

“This time, it will definitely be different.”  

She pressed the admission letter to her chest.  

In her past life, exhaustion from staying up late to study had made her like a little snail hiding in its shell. Throughout high school, she had barely spoken more than a few words to her classmates.  

Lin Yumo opened a brand-new notebook and neatly wrote “Class 7, Grade 10 Friendship Plan.” After a moment’s thought, she crossed it out and changed it to “High School Life Plan.”  

She decided she would interact more with her classmates and learn to share.  

In this life, with the help of her “Magical ability,” she wouldn’t have to stay up until dawn struggling to complete her studies.  

She could go to bed early and face each day’s tasks with full energy.  

She could smile naturally and chat with her classmates. During breaks, she wouldn’t be the drowsy girl napping on her desk anymore…