He Wronged Me, I Rejected Him

Chapter 4

"Serena, how about letting the new student sit next to you?"

I snapped open my eyes and met the teacher's pleading gaze.

In shock, I realized I was sitting in my high school classroom. Standing at the podium was a teenage Gary Grant in his old uniform, a tattered backpack slung over his shoulder.

In the background, I could still hear Jenny's barely mature voice: "Anyone but me. I don't want to catch any bad luck from the poor."

Seeing this familiar yet strange scene, my heart leaped with joy.

Heaven had heard my prayer and given me another chance.

My hands were smooth and soft again, without any calluses from work.

Before I could get too excited, the teacher's voice pulled me back.

Meeting the teacher's gaze, I chose to refuse this time. "Miss, I don't want to."

This time, I wouldn't repeat the same mistakes.

As soon as I said that, the teacher looked disappointed for a moment.

But Gary shot me a shocked look too. What was that expression?

'Did turning him down really hurt his feelings?'

No, that's impossible. The only explanation was—

Was he also reborn?

Now that I looked closely, he seemed completely different from our first meeting in the previous life. Though his body was still young, the aura he exuded and the smug confidence on his face were exactly like his adult self.

He was surprised that I gave a different answer this time.

Without me to take him in, Gary was seated at the back of the class, in the corner by the wall.

This life, I wanted nothing to do with him.

But even so, I could feel a sinister gaze on my back.

I turned around and saw Gary. After spending so much time with him, I knew that expression—he was angry that I had embarrassed him publicly.

I immediately flipped him off.

Probably because I had never done that before, his face turned uglier than if he had eaten crap.

Idiot. Did he think I'd bankroll that ungrateful wolf again?