After a few days of being bullied, Gary finally stopped coming to bother me. He was probably too busy dealing with the harassment to find time for me.
After all, he had to clean dead rats, dead birds, and mysterious liquids from his desk, force down spit- and phlegm-laced food during meals, and get cornered in alleys after school.
Within days, he was emaciated, and his grades had plummeted.
But he never experienced any of this in the previous life. Back then, he only suffered a few punches and kicks because I rescued him early. This time, without my help, everything unfolded as it should.
In contrast, I had been working hard, getting rid of my romantic obsession. Not only was I acing my homework, but I was also scoring full marks on the tests my elite tutor arranged.
One day after cla
