You open your eyes for the first time and find yourself slumped over a desk. Outside the window is the familiar playground, and your deskmate is poking your arm with a pen. Memories from a past life surge like a tide—the fists of Xiang Jiuhu, the cold laugh of Hu San, the silent gaze of Yan Xiaqi, and the flash of a blade during that brawl. You touch your intact ribs and curl the corner of your mouth. This time, you are no longer the Chen Ergou who was slaughtered by others.