Returning to the Second Year of High School: Starting from My Deskmate's Wrong Question Book

Thirty-one-year-old Lu Zhiyuan woke up and went back to his sophomore year in high school. There was no earth-shattering golden finger, nor a one-step counterattack. He just sat back in the familiar classroom, facing the missed youth, the unfinished papers, the friends who were drifting away, and the cold and quiet classmate. Everything he had no time to cherish before, this time, he wanted to slowly make up for it.