Reborn Revenge

Chapter 4

"Will, what did you write? Was it English?" If RON didn't read it wrong, this is crooked, just like a beginner's should be English, right?RON sweated furiously. Where is Will? Who used to write good handwriting? How is it that when he was struck once, the whole person transformed?

Wilson was helpless. He also wanted to write better, but because of his bad grades in childhood and high school, only half of the problem was how to write. He also wished he could remember everything about Will, but unfortunately, all he had inherited was that extremely tiny part of him and that disgusting finger-biting.

"Will you be scared of seeing Zoe in class tomorrow?" RON put down the English textbook he was holding. He was going to copy it, but it turned out that the guy didn't recognize any of the things he had written.

"Zoe?"

"...... Boss, you're not. I'm a bit scared. They say that man is a man after three days, but you've transformed from the bone up in just one day. It's too much."

Wilson was annoyed that he was hanging on to his changes now. It was evident that he had a bit of a weak heart and was adapting hard to who he was now, but there was always someone reminding him in his ear that you're not doing it right here, unlike you, you're doing it weird here, it's too much of a change. s**t, he wasn't Will, to begin with, and no amount of pretending would turn him into him.

"I think I'm changing quite nicely now. Don't you hang around all day?" The complaint sputtered out involuntarily, and Wilson didn't care about RON's mood.

"Oh," RON spat, touching the tiger's tail.

"Who's Zoe? Should I be afraid of him?" Wilson scratched his head, so annoying, if only it weren't so much of a problem.

"Okay, I'll assume you've forgotten everything." RON clears his throat and says, "This Zoe guy, I honestly don't understand why he wants to go to college. His family is rich and powerful, almost called the city's BIG BOSS, and it's a waste of time to go to such a college. Also, he likes to mess with you. Last time it was he who put you ...... you don't remember?" RON carefully looked at Wilson's expression. He didn't forget that day when Will came home full of bruises and a face full of pain.

"Big boss? Last name Zoll? "Wilson thought of the other side. The big bosses in this city, with the surname Zoll, couldn't be Mr Zoll's family?

As if answering him, Ron continued, "Zoe's grandfather is the famous Mr Zoll."

Coincidentally, Roy, who made himself lose everything and even his life, is a member of Zoll's family. Wilson couldn't help but shake his head, "Oh, Zoe, interesting."

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The university Will attends, built in the city centre, has a definite topographical advantage. The students were very good at pastimes, as the school week was filled with reasons for them to fall off the wagon. RON would smack his lips in envy, "When will I have the money to splurge as well?"

This time was no different, as RON once again voiced his sentiments.

"You work hard to have money to splurge later." Wilson didn't envy it because of that kind of life he had already enjoyed, and apart from the initial discomfort, he felt pretty good now.

"Forget it. Get it little by little. I can't afford it. Hey, I envy the rich second generation. Hey hey hey!" RON suddenly pulled Wilson, "Look, Zoe is here."

Wilson looked along with his line of sight, only to see a sports car slowly approaching. He frowned and said, "It's too flashy, a student, bother, it's still in the family's money."

"Will, you're wrong. He earned this money himself."

"What?" Wilson couldn't believe what he heard. Did he earn it himself? So impressive.

"Yeah, that's how Zoll's old man manages his grandchildren, giving them the basic capital to start their businesses. Zoe pitches in shares, her brother runs a hotel or something."

"How do you know so much about it?"

"They're all talking about it. Zoe knows a lot about the stock market."

"......"

Wilson remembered his former self, always fighting with others for the sake of a rice bowl and turf, and every time he ended up with a bruised face, and not necessarily succeeding every time. In contrast, Mr. Zoll was also born in the mob.