Before I Beat Them Up, I'll Quit School First.

At the age of fourteen, I was reborn and returned to the year when I was the fattest and most miserable in junior high school. Looking at my bloated body in the mirror and the zero-score test paper on the table, I smiled. This time, I didn't cry or make a fuss, and silently went through the withdrawal procedures. My classmates laughed at me: "Go to the technical school, you fat guy!" I turned around and walked into the most mysterious fighting training base in the country. Three years later, on the eve of the high school entrance examination, I returned as a Sanda champion.