I will always remember the moment when I fell from the roof of the teaching building. The roar of the wind in my ears was mixed with the laughter of those people. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the primary school classroom in 1999, with a faded curriculum lying in the pencil case. Mo Yan, who was called a sissy in his previous life, now sees his childish face in the mirror from twenty years ago. In this life, I wrote down the names of every abuser in advance - the basketball captain who took the lead in throwing cold water on me in my second year of high school, the study committee member who exposed my privacy on an anonymous forum, and the so-called best friend who smiled and handed me the razor blade. When the gears of fate turned again, I used my past life memories to make plans in advance: I anonymously reported the corruption of the basketball captain's father, and exposed her plagiarism on the eve of the study committee's recommendation. As for that best friend... I let her experience first-hand the feeling of being isolated by the whole school. Before the stock market crashed in 2008, I encouraged the whole family to mortgage their real estate. Now, the way they kneel downstairs at my group headquarters to beg for mercy is a hundred times more exciting than when they watched me jump off the building...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
