Chapter 3

I walked to the night market.

My dad was calling out to customers for his hot dogs. I hurried over to help.

My mom died when I was born, and my dad never found another partner.

After his leg was broken, no company would hire him. He also refused help from the person he saved. So, every night, he’d come to the night market to sell hot dogs, just to put me through school.

Seeing his lean, busy figure, my heart ached.

In my last life, I ruined everything for you, Dad. Not this time.

I’m going to turn things around. I’ll go to the best university, get the best job, and make sure you can enjoy a comfortable retirement.

But things didn't go as I hoped.

The next day at the school gate, Tiffany grabbed me and slapped me hard. “Why didn’t you help me last night?”

I took a deep breath, then slapped her right back.

I’m a guy, so my slap had force. She was stunned, covering her face. “You… you dared to hit me back.”

“I’m not a doormat. Why would I just take it if you hit me?”

“Why didn’t you help me yesterday?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Class starts soon. Please stop bothering me.”

My expression was cold and distant as I clutched my books and walked inside.

She rushed at me from behind, snatched my books, and threw them on the ground, stomping on them. “Are you working with him? Were you a lookout for him?”

“You’re a despicable, disgusting person for not helping me! You deserve to die, just like him!”

I pushed her away, bent down, and picked up my books. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You ruined my reputation for life by not helping me! Don’t you know you’re wrong?”

She unleashed all her frustration on me, like a madwoman. She lunged, pushed me down, and started clawing at my face.

I wasn't about to give her the chance. I used my hands and feet to push her away.

Her face contorted in fury, and she rushed at me again.

Other students who were passing by quickly intervened, pulling us apart, and then called Dean Miller.