Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Two fights within three days in the same dormitory, the same people—this is something that absolutely cannot be easily overlooked.

In particular, so many teachers witnessed it firsthand, including the vice principal in charge of discipline.

In the teacher's office, Liang Tianxing, with tissues stuffed in his nose, looked aggrieved: "Teacher, this isn't my fault! I was trying to reason with him, and he just punched me. I can't just take the beating for nothing, right? Even if he's my own son, I can't let him beat me up for nothing!"

teacher:"……"

Something about what I said sounds a bit strange.

But he seemed to vaguely understand why Liang Tianxing had been beaten up for advising others.

"What did you say to comfort him?" the teacher asked, trying to confirm her suspicion.

Liang Tianxing: "Oh, the girl he's pursuing already has a boyfriend. I advised him to let go and not become a male secretary."

teacher:"……?"

Is this something that can be persuaded?

He deserved to be beaten!

The teacher rubbed her temples and turned to Chen Jun: "Chen Jun, is there anything you want to say?"

The teacher's questioning of Chen Jun was entirely well-intentioned, giving him a chance to defend himself. After all, he was the one who started the fight, and Liang Tianxing was the one who suffered a worse beating. Even if the teacher wanted to assign blame to both of them equally, there should be some basis for it.

But Chen Jun completely ignored the teacher's good intentions. He frowned and looked out the window, not replying at all.

Seeing his behavior, the teacher frowned involuntarily: "Chen Jun, you need to straighten out your attitude. Beating up classmates time and time again is a serious problem!"

The teacher tapped the table with her finger, trying to make Chen Jun understand what was going on.

Chen Jun finally looked away, glanced at the teacher, then at Liang Tianxing, and coldly uttered two words: "No."

His mind was completely blank; he had no idea where he was.

In his memory, just a second ago his wife, Zheng Miaoying, was arguing with him about the trivial matter of his female secretary taking him home.

But when he opened his eyes, he inexplicably found himself in the teacher's office, listening to a fat man pour dirty water on him.

He should have been a self-made tycoon, a big boss who made millions with a flick of his wrist. How did he become a student being manipulated by his teacher?

Is this a dream?

But he had already pinched himself several times; the pain felt very real.

The office in front of him looked very real. He remembered that it was the teacher's office at Beiliao University, where he used to often come to talk to his teachers when he was in college.

If it wasn't a dream, then he had returned to his university days.

Was it God who favored him and gave him a chance to choose again?

He glanced at the calendar on the wall: March 14, 1992.

Chen Jun's palms began to sweat, and a hint of surprise unconsciously surfaced in his eyes.

If he could do it all over again, he could avoid many detours and achieve success in a much shorter time!

He was preoccupied with his own thoughts and paid no attention to the fat man beside him.

He actually had no recollection of who Liang Tianxing was.

The teacher was quite angry at Chen Jun's attitude. He took a few deep breaths, tapped the table irritably, and said, "Since there's nothing more to say, let's wait for the school's decision!"

Chen Jun gave a dismissive "Oh," and turned to leave.

The teacher stared in disbelief at his retreating figure, then laughed angrily, "Chen Jun! Do you even have any respect for school discipline?!"

Chen Jun didn't reply; he walked away.

Liang Tianxing's eyes darted around.

He felt that Chen Jun was a different person at this moment. Although he was arrogant before, he would never be so disrespectful to his teacher.

But... what does this have to do with him?

Liang Tianxing fawned over the teacher, grabbing a notebook to fan him while muttering, "Teacher, don't be angry, calm down. See? I told you he wasn't quite right in the head. I got this beating for no reason..."

……

Chen Jun walked through the familiar yet unfamiliar school, carefully comparing the differences between now and then.

The biggest difference is probably that Lin Ting is still alive, Su Yu is still alive, and Zheng Miaoying gave him a breakup letter.

Thinking of Zheng Miaoying, Chen Jun couldn't help but frown.

He used to really like Zheng Miaoying, but those feelings were eventually worn down by the daily grind.

He has a female secretary, and she argues with her; he has a female business partner, and she argues with her; he has a female subordinate, and she argues with her too.

She clings to me like a parasitic plant; why can't she be a little more sensible?

Chen Jun felt that Zheng Miaoying was too immature.

So Lin Ting and Su Yu are still alive, which is God giving them another chance to choose again.

Chen Jun stopped and fell silent.

……

"I suddenly felt a chill down my spine, as if some dirty thing was watching me."

Lin Ting, who was discussing details with the renovation workers in the small shop, suddenly shivered.

She shook her head, then continued explaining the blueprints to the craftsmen without a care.

Jiang Zong stood aside, remained silent for a moment, took off his wool coat, walked behind Lin Ting, and draped the coat over her shoulders.

Lin Ting was taken aback and turned to look at him.

Jiang Zong's eyes showed worry as he asked, "To the hospital?"

Lin laughed and quickly shook her head: "I'm fine, I just feel like something is about to happen."

"what's up?"

"do not know."

This answer clearly did not satisfy Jiang Zong. He frowned slightly, still feeling that Lin Ting was ill.

Lin Ting said confidently, "I'm really fine. My dad is a doctor, and I've been exposed to it since I was a child. Although I don't dare to treat other people, I'm quite accurate in judging whether I'm sick or not."

Seeing that Jiang Zong still didn't quite believe it, Lin Ting simply took his hand and pressed it against her forehead.

Jiang Zong's palm was slightly warmer than Lin Ting's forehead. He carefully felt Lin Ting's body temperature to confirm that she did not have a fever.

Lin Ting let go of his hand and said with a smile, "See, I didn't lie to you."

Jiang Zong lowered his hand and nodded.

Lin Ting handed the coat back to him, saying, "Put it on quickly, I'm not cold."

"I'm not cold either."

"you……"

As the two of them were pushing the clothes back and forth, the store door was pushed open.

Su Yu walked in with red eyes, looked at Lin Ting and asked softly, "Lin Ting... can I stay here for a while?"

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and she looked so fragile that she seemed ready to faint at any moment.

Lin Ting casually stuffed the wool coat into Jiang Zong's arms and held out her hand: "Come on, I'll take you upstairs."

As she spoke, she helped Su Yu up and led her upstairs.

The small bed upstairs is still there; although there are no blankets, you can sit on it.

Lin Ting poured her a glass of water, gave her a roll of toilet paper, and then said, "You can cry for a while, I'm going to get busy."

Su Yu was slightly confused: "Aren't you going to ask me what happened?"

Lin Tingxiao asked, "If I ask you, will you tell me?"

Su Yu pursed her lips, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

Lin Ting waved his hand, reminding him, "You can cry, but don't make yourself sick. Call me if you need anything, I'm downstairs. If you can't make a sound, smash the cup as a signal."

Su Yu sniffed and whispered, "Thank you."