At the Beginning, I Confessed to the School Beauty, but the Script Became Different.

Shaohui, are you distracted again? I'm talking about physics now, not to make you daze! A familiar stern voice jolted me out of my trance. When I looked up, Teacher Wang was standing on the podium, staring at me with burning eyes. Wait... Teacher Wang? Shouldn't I be in that dilapidated office building in the east of the city, facing various deadlines and clients? I sat up straight and rubbed my eyes vigorously. Everything around me was shocked and speechless - the old desks, the mottled blackboard, and the always shaky blade fan at the back of the classroom. What shocked me the most was that my deskmate turned out to be Xinyao. She was writing furiously with a pen, taking notes carefully. The sunlight shines through the window on the side of her face, outlining a gentle halo. Isn't this the monitor of my high school class? Later I heard that she was admitted to Tsinghua University... What are you looking at? Focus on taking notes! Xinyao noticed my gaze, frowned and reminded me in a low voice. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.