Death Row Inmate Returns to School, Class Monitor Asks Me for My Homework

As they prepared to execute me by firing squad, I heard a prison guard say, "Who still uses a slingshot these days?"

When I opened my eyes again, I was drooling over my desk in my final year of high school.

The homeroom teacher pointed at the beautiful transfer student. "Wang Qiang, you'll sit with the new student."

The whole class burst out laughing. Who didn't know that I'd been called a pervert when I pursued her back then?

As the beautiful girl sat down, she whispered, "Strange, you don't smell like smoke anymore."

I felt beneath my desk for the familiar slingshot. It had actually come back with me when I was reborn.