Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

At night, Song Lingge had a dream.

In her dream, she saw how Fang Xingxing was pushed off the stairs, her head hitting the ground with a dull thud. Dark red blood spread from beneath Fang Xingxing's broken body...

Then she saw Fang Guanghua's hideous face as the fruit knife slashed into her body, splattering blood everywhere.

But Fang Guanghua still didn't let her go, slashing her again and again.

Fang Xingxing's blood and Song Lingge's blood slowly spread, staining the whole world blood red.

......

Song Lingge was woken up by her three roommates.

While wiping her sweat, Li Meimei said, "Lingge, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? We've been calling you for so long."

Yu Shaofen brought her a glass of water, and Song Lingge grabbed the glass and gulped it down.

She was panting heavily, and now she finally felt alive again.

"I just had a nightmare, it's nothing now, thank you all."

Li Meimei waved her hand, and Yu Shaofen, who was more perceptive, casually picked up a book: "Lingge, let's go and save some seats first. You and Meimei, hurry up."

"Why don't you wait for them to come together? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhang Xiuxiu muttered to herself, but Yu Shaofen still dragged her away.

Li Meimei tried to take the empty cup from Song Ling's hand, a move that startled her.

Song Lingge suddenly looked up, which startled her as well.

The two panicked girls looked at each other, and then slowly burst into carefree laughter.

Li Meimei sat on Song Lingge's bed, and Song Lingge moved over to make room for her.

"Lingge, I feel like something's off with you. What's wrong?"

She was shocked by her sudden rebirth and still couldn't believe it, but the facts were right in front of her, and it was all real.

I don't know if it's because she's lived most of her life, or if she was just a little woman with little ambition.

All she wanted in her life was to indulge herself and recklessly enjoy life.

Every day now is a blessing.

Everyone says she has changed her personality drastically, but actually she just wants to change her way of life and abandon her former self.

The moment she opened her eyes and saw Zhao Jueyu, she felt it was unreal; when she saw Song Jianping, she felt even more confused.

Then she met one familiar or unfamiliar person after another, and Song Lingge's emotions were in turmoil; she couldn't control herself.

She felt that being reborn was an opportunity given to her by God, but was this opportunity to start a new life or to seek revenge?

No one could give her an answer, and she herself was uncertain.

But last night's dream suddenly pulled her back into real memories.

That wasn't a dream; that was the crime scene. Fang Guanghua had both her and Fang Xingxing's lives in his hands. Even if it wasn't for herself, she had to do it for Fang Xingxing and personally punish this scumbag.

Thinking of Fang Xingxing, Song Lingge felt a sharp pang of heartache, as if steel needles were piercing her heart again and again.

Fang Xingxing should have had a brilliant and splendid life.

However, that demon was the closest person to Fang Xingxing and her, and he personally pushed them both into the abyss.

However, in this world, kind people often suffer more.

Fang Guanghua killed them, and even if Song Lingge were to be reborn, she could not possibly retaliate by stabbing him in the back.

Conscience was pulling Song Lingge upwards.

Hatred was tearing Song Lingge downwards.

She desperately needed an exit, but no one could save her.

"Lingge, what are you thinking about?"

Meeting Li Meimei's concerned gaze, Song Lingge almost blurted out, but the events that had happened to her were too heavy and bizarre, so she ultimately kept her mouth shut.

Song Lingge shook her head: "I had a terrible dream, and I'm still scared when I think about it now."

Li Meimei hugged her: "Don't overthink it. Go wash your face and clear your head for a while, and you'll feel better."

~

Today's first class is a large lecture on diplomatic etiquette, which is only held once a week.

But no one skipped class, because the lecturer was Qin Sihai, the school's most famous specially appointed professor, who was a diplomat renowned both at home and abroad.

Many students from other departments even come here because of its reputation, so many people get up early to reserve seats.

When Song Lingge and Li Meimei arrived, the classroom was already packed with people.

Thanks to Song Lingge's nightmare, Yu Shaofen and the others arrived early and managed to secure seats.

After Song Lingge sat down, she realized that the seat next to her was actually Qiao Nansheng.

She greeted him with a smile, but Qiao Nansheng didn't even give her a second glance.

Song Lingge pouted, wondering what she had done to offend him. He was perfectly fine last night, and he hadn't been this aloof at all!

Never mind, I should just focus on the lesson. I should do what I'm supposed to do at my age.

It must be said that Qin Sihai is a very insightful and humorous person. Even the most tedious courses can be made to spark endless imagination and generate great interest through his descriptions.

Only Song Lingge knew that this was life experience accumulated through life experiences.

As Qin Sihai spoke eloquently on the podium, Song Lingge couldn't help but think of herself.

Other people's experiences can generate so much richness and variety in conversation, while she has lived so many years in vain; her experiences are nothing but old, trivial family matters.

Comparing yourself with others will really make you angry.

Song Lingge let out a long sigh.

The sigh was amplified in the empty, quiet classroom, drawing everyone's attention to her.

Qin Sihai also looked at her.

He is now talking about the disrespect he received when negotiating with a certain country.

Qin Sihai waved his hand: "That student must have some profound insights. Would you like to share them with the class?"

Song Lingge stood up nervously. This was the first time she had ever thought that it would have been better not to be reborn at all. She never expected that the fear of being randomly called on in class would extend to this fifty-year-old woman.

I never imagined that after living most of my life, I would still be called out for being distracted in my old age.

Song Lingge glanced at Li Meimei and saw her shaking her head, looking constipated. It seemed she hadn't been paying attention in class either.

At that moment, a note was passed over from the other side, on which were written two words in bold strokes: "Return".

Song Lingge had a sudden inspiration. In a few years, Hong Kong would be returned to China. Qin Sihai had just reminisced about the bitter past and sweet present, wasn't he recalling the negotiations for the return of Hong Kong and Macau?

She stared straight ahead, her bright eyes sparkling, and her speech clear and articulate.

"The tide recedes, the river is calm, and there is no wind; we sail together in our small boat." Professor Qin, this poem just came to mind, and it also made me think of how weak nations have no diplomacy, and how even fighting for their legitimate interests is extremely difficult. But no matter how difficult it is, we must speak up and fight for it. One success leads to countless victories to come. I wonder, what kind of national confidence is needed to utter this poem so readily?