Sharp pain surged through my body, and everything went black—I lost consciousness completely.
When I woke up again, I was greeted by a spacious and bright classroom filled with noise. In my hand were a steaming jianbing guozi (a savory Chinese pancake wrap) and a cup of soybean milk.
I stared blankly for a moment. Wasn’t I dead?
This is...
I looked up and saw the bright college entrance exam countdown on the blackboard. It hit me—I’d been reborn, and reborn in my third year of high school. Tears blurred my eyes.
"Song Wanning, don’t think bringing me breakfast every day will make me like you."
A cold male voice pulled me back from my shock.
I lifted my eyes and saw a familiar face from my memories—Xiao Yuchen, but younger. A wave of hatred rose in my heart.
He frowned, looking at me with utter impatience, as if I were an annoying fly he couldn’t swat away.
In truth, that’s exactly what I’d been in my previous life.
I’d liked Xiao Yuchen since the first year of high school.