On the day I got the civil service admission notice, my useless ex-boyfriend found me and poured out all the resentment of the past year on me.
When I woke up again, it was the summer after my freshman year of high school.
The ex-boyfriend stood at the door of the class: "Let's go racing."
This time, I ignored him.
"Teach me how to solve this physics problem?" He turned to the student in the back seat and asked the question.
"Don't teach." (Huh? You don't play according to the routine.)
When I looked up, that delicate and stern face looked at me with deep eyes.
