On the first day of the gaokao, I arrived at the exam hall right on time.
The moment my homeroom teacher saw me, her face changed.
“What were you doing yesterday? Why didn’t you show up for the exam?”
I froze. “...Yesterday?”
“Yesterday was the first day of the gaokao! I searched everywhere for you and was about to call the police!”
I was dumbfounded.
My teacher said I’d missed the exam on the 7th.
But I had no memory of the 7th at all.
On the night of the 6th, I set my alarm and went to bed on time.
The gears of time had jumped straight from the 6th to the 8th.
An entire day had vanished from my timeline...
In the end, I failed to get into college because I’d missed the exam.
My parents looked at me with nothing but disappointment, and my classmates treated me like a laughingstock.
In a daze, I wandered into the road and was hit head-on by a truck!
Eight steel rods pierced my body, killing me on the spot.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in my familiar bedroom.
The date on my phone screen stared back at me.
June 6. One day until the gaokao.
