Eight Years After My Death, My Three Crazy Childhood Friends Beg at My Skirt for a Scolding

After Siyi died, she discovered that she had been the long-dead first love of her three childhood friends. After her death, all three went mad, kneeling and groveling before a dancer who looked just like her, only to meet tragic ends one by one. When she opened her eyes again, she had been reborn eight years into the future. Dressed in a red gown, she cracked her whip at the three men and smiled mischievously. “You like being pathetic lapdogs? Fine. Line up, one by one, and I’ll teach you a lesson.” The three childhood friends, all wildly different: Gu Lin, the club kingpin; Yuan Xiao, the dashing officer; and Lu Jianxing, the autistic esports genius. They all seemed to have invisible collars around their necks, scrambling to kneel before her. “Yiyi, please train us.” Siyi was left utterly bewildered as the three tangled together, grabbing at and tugging on one another, spinning around like a giant windmill, creaking and whirring... Meanwhile, the dignified, self-possessed CEO of a top conglomerate took advantage of the chaos, flexed his eight-pack abs, and pulled her into his arms. His voice was hoarse. “Baby, you managed to provoke three men in just a moment. Have I gotten too weak to swing a blade, or too weak to put my back into it?” Siyi was on the verge of tears. Good heavens, will someone come save her?