Time Travel Rebirth:From Post-Apocalyptic superstar to 70s Sidekick!

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◎ Lin Jiaming Had a Long Dream ◎

The first time Zhao Zhihong was asked by a student to apologize, he was so infuriated that he almost laughed: "Haha, Lin Manhui, have you gone mad with a fever? I—"

Before he could finish, the sound of a bell ringing echoed from outside the classroom corridor.

"Ding-ling-ling—" The bell signaling the end of the early self-study period rang.

Students from the adjacent classroom began to move around, and teachers carrying materials for their lessons walked down the corridor towards their respective classrooms.

The first class for Class 3 of the first year was math, and Teacher Cai, holding a yellow wooden set square in one hand and textbooks and handouts in the other, stood at the classroom door. Zhao Zhihong, who had been looking for an excuse to retreat, dropped a final remark: "Alright, class dismissed!" and turned to leave.

An apology? What a joke! What teacher in the world apologizes to a student?

Lin Manhui watched the teacher flee and lowered her head with a faint smile. In reality, she hadn't genuinely expected an apology.

In a school where teachers were considered as gods, changing someone's ingrained prejudice was too difficult and exhausting—why bother? Success in clearing the false accusations and making the teacher and Lin Jiaming think twice before bullying others was enough.

Seeing the usually imposing Teacher Zhao hurriedly leave, a buzz of conversation filled the classroom.

"Oh my, Lin Manhui is so amazing, she scared me to death."

"She dares to make the teacher apologize! Oh my god, I wouldn't even dare to dream of that."

"Even though the teacher didn't apologize, I think she's really brave."

Hearing her classmates' comments, Lin Jiaming felt things slipping out of control.

She took a white handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her tears, her tone gentle and gracious: "Manhui, it's my fault for not explaining things clearly. You can't blame the teacher. I apologize. Please, don't make a fuss anymore."

A wave of sadness washed over Lin Manhui: her younger self had truly been pitiful.

Her cousin, whom she had treated with all her heart, saw her as an accessory and suppressed her at every turn. Yet now, in front of everyone, Lin Jiaming pretended to be acting in Lin Manhui's best interest, as if all her grievances were merely her own fault.

The sense of frustration built up day by day. With her parents deceased and her health fragile, Lin Manhui already felt insecure and inferior, becoming increasingly timid, anxious, introverted, and prone to self-harm.

Lin Manhui had initially been indifferent to the heroine from the book, but now she felt a surge of impulse to tear off Lin Jiaming's hypocritical mask.

"Lin Jiaming, the teacher asked you why you were crying. It's clear that just handing over the blank test paper would have cleared everything up. Why did you choose to conceal the truth? Were you deliberately trying to harm me?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiaming's tears fell like pearls: "I... I wasn't!"

Lin Manhui smiled, but her smile was cold: "If I hadn't forcibly searched your bag, I would have been falsely accused of lying, not doing my homework, and disrespecting the teacher, forever wronged by the teacher and mocked by my classmates.