Sou o amigo de infância do F4 do romance escolar

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Wen Xiao died in a twenty-square-meter basement; in just one more month, it would have been his eighteenth birthday.

But when he opened his eyes again, he did not see the so-called "afterlife." Instead, he found himself in a sunlit classroom.

The late autumn sunlight streamed through the glass window, filtering through the lush ginkgo leaves, revealing a clear blue sky, as beautiful as an oil painting.

Around him came the noisy laughter and chatter of children, their young and tender faces flashing before his eyes—completely unfamiliar scenes.

Wen Xiao lowered his head and saw a brand-new homework notebook on the desk, freshly signed.

Grade One, Class Two; Wen Xiao.

The handwriting was crooked but clearly written stroke by stroke, still legible.

At the center of the notebook was a school emblem labeled "Sulent Noble Academy," with a line of elegant British cursive beneath.

He had been reborn. Having died at eighteen, he had returned ten years earlier, now a seven-year-old primary school student.

The others were all of a similar age, curious about everything, and some voices drifted to his ears.

"What's the name of the new student? I heard from the teacher that he was ill and on leave for two months, just now starting school."

"I think it's… Wen Xiao, right?"

"After the teacher brought him to the classroom, he just laid his head on the desk and slept… Hey, look, he's awake now."

Wen Xiao felt like a monkey in a zoo,