Lu Shao had a white moonlight in his heart.
As a teenager, Lu Shao got into fights, went clubbing, played video games, and dated. There was nothing he didn't do, except study.
"Brother Lu, Song Zijin is wearing a skirt today. A V-neck, no less. Tsk, tsk~"
Lu Shao glared at him, looking a little fierce. "Do you have any damn self-awareness? Good students bring honor to the class. They're not for you to damn well defile! Where's your sense of collective honor, huh?"
Everyone stared at him in confusion. The beauty from the neighboring class was a model student too, but she still obediently followed you around carrying your schoolbag.
A few years later, Lu Shao was abroad watching a live sports match when his phone rang.
"Brother Lu, your dad's getting married."
"What the hell's that got to do with me?" Lu Shao was about to explode from being tortured by this lousy match.
"Guess who your new stepmom is," the voice on the other end said with a sleazy laugh.
"Couldn't care less who the hell it is."
"Song Zijin~"
"What did you say?"
"Your new stepmom is Song Zijin~"
Lu Shao froze for a moment, then roared, "Fuck you!" Smack! His phone shattered into pieces.
The night before Song Zijin's wedding, she was kidnapped by none other than her cheap "son." Lu Shao drove like crazy, with police cars behind him in a real-life version of Fast and Furious. Then, with a crash, the car flew off a bridge, ending in tragedy.
Lu Shao was reborn, back in the year he first met Song Zijin as a freshman in high school.
To hell with this "sense of collective honor." Given a second life, he would never let that damn woman chase wealth and marry an old man.
He had plenty of money. He'd shower her with it!
Exams? Nothing to worry about.
Later, Lu Shao even became a fortune-teller in the eyes of those boys.
