I Confess to the Campus Beauty from the Start, and the Story Takes an Unexpected Turn

Shaohui, daydreaming again? We're studying physics, not taking a nap!

A familiar, stern voice jolted me out of my daze. I looked up and saw Teacher Wang standing at the lectern, staring at me with a piercing gaze.

Wait... Teacher Wang? Shouldn't I be in that run-down office building in the east of the city, dealing with impossible deadlines and demanding clients?

I sat bolt upright and rubbed my eyes hard. Everything around me left me speechless: the battered desks, the mottled blackboard, and the fan at the back of the classroom with blades that always seemed ready to fall off.

What shocked me most was that my deskmate was Xinyao. She was writing furiously, diligently taking notes. Sunlight spilled through the window, tracing a gentle halo along her profile.

Wasn't she my high school class monitor? I'd heard later that she got into Tsinghua...

What are you looking at? Pay attention and take notes! Xinyao noticed me staring and quietly reminded me with a frown.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.