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"Tang Hongxue, when will your eyes be cured?" These were the last words my biological sister said on my graveside after I died. I was once the top heir with a hexagonal God of War configuration, but I turned my entire youth into a joke. I worked for Green Tea Yang Yu'an for seven years until she took someone else's arm and handed me the wedding invitation. Behind me, my classmate Lin Nianqiu, who always wore an old school uniform and had thick bangs, and was secretly mocked as a "country bumpkin" by the whole class, disappeared forever in the alleyway where he went home from his part-time job during the heavy rain in his junior year. Until my sister, with red eyes, smashed her diary on my face. It is filled with the youth I ignored and the deep affection I never responded to. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the first day of my senior year of high school. The fan hummed and the sun glared. On the podium, the head teacher was changing seats. The eyes of the whole class glanced overtly or covertly at the girl by the window who kept her head lowered, and her whispers contained familiar contempt. "Who wants to sit at the same table as Lin Nianqiu?" The head teacher asked. There was a tacit silence in the classroom, mixed with a few uncontrollable sneers. I was also among them in my previous life, thinking about how to get closer to Yang Yu. And this time-- Under everyone's shocked gaze, I stood up suddenly. The legs of the chair rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and squeaking sound. I pushed away the table, and in the dead silence, step by step, I walked towards that corner that was forgotten by the whole world. Standing beside her desk, I spoke clearly to the astonished head teacher and the entire frozen class: "Teacher, there's no need to adjust." "I want this seat."

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After working overtime for ten consecutive days, Tang Qian, the prince of Tang Group, died suddenly in the president's office. When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn and returned to the senior high school classroom in 2014. Tang Qian smiled as he looked at the college entrance examination countdown on the blackboard and his deskmate Ye Lanyao in the front row who was wearing an old school uniform and had an amazing future but was lonely all his life. I was tortured to death in my last life, how can I repeat the same mistakes in this life? Inherit the family business? No, I want to build my own empire with my own hands! Taking advantage of the rebirth information gap, he pulled together a team of "internet addicted teenagers" and founded a game studio. When everyone thought that the prince was just playing for fun, he was already a quietly rising upstart in the industry. And the only financial director he appointed was actually his deskmate who had been ignored by everyone. "Ye Lanyao, come with me and I will show you the real world." From then on, he was strategizing behind the scenes, and she was in charge of financial power in front of the stage. The world only sees the cold and charming female CFO with sharp methods, but they don't know that all her confidence comes from the young man behind her who lifted her up from the dust. When Tang Qian's business landscape shocked his father's generation, and when Ye Lanyao's brilliance could no longer be concealed, his former classmates were shocked: The gravel they discarded casually had already been tempered by Tang Qian into diamonds that stood side by side on the throne.

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