TRANSMIGRATION: HIGH SCHOOL'S LOVE CIRCLES
PTE
BER 3
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e ceiling fan in my room when its booming sound kept remembering me of my bad dream, its sound was just like a background soundtrack of my dream. I've had the dream several t
mans from my late granny but a scenario where a dead would come back again to live was a
to me in a Martial artist uniform and calls himself my love. He even said he had waited for me to
a Monday morning when all the junior students of the Campbell academy would go for their transition examination to further their studies
ver my neck, and moved to the bathroom. A few minut
of the school bus outside. I descended the stairs of my ro
ed my name when my neck
in a motion immediately I heard his voice else he would ask me where I went to last night
ere new, I was so timid to just look up to wher
ster to the seat allocated to me
til he slid his hand to my sight and showed me the comb that I forg
led back at him bu
at me over my forgetting comb not until I saw them pointing their fingers at a guy approaching a seat on the bus, meanwhile, I was
ould he be the one I was seeing? I doubted. I had never believed in such mysteries but the consternation unfolded in my eyes made me two-minded. I wip
ing a Martial artist uniform just
n minding how people were making a jest out of him, he wasn't even shy. He
ents weren't laughing at the Martial artist guy sittin
trying to call his attention to a black guy staring at him suspiciously by the left. The black guy's look was ev
seemed the guy in Martial artist uniform was invisible to everyone except me but I didn't know. I
nd my business and tried to
as closed and th
ult to recall what I'd read and tilted my head sideways to hi
nce, but he wasn't answering, he was maintaining the
f because I was becoming s
ool bus
couldn't find the Martial artist guy and the black guy
nt seat taking off her last step to the floor from the bus, so how di
hat just happened, and not even Andrew could detect my forgotten comb. Well, I didn't blame Andrew the comb detector for no
tep off the bus, and sighted the Progressive School of Li whe
my face and asked in pretense. Surely something must be happening t
kly regain myself and say and
ppened on the bus on the spot I was in while
taking bold footsteps to the examination hall. Though he was
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ont of the hall. The guy was wearing a silky kimono suit with large sleeves from his shoulders down to his heels.
ist uniform. I wished he could be coming to my dream in this extravagant dress instead of the old Chinese Martial dress. Besides
a who was the mistress in charge of the examination paper snappe
.... yes,
stion paper and move
tion but quickly turned my face at the
ute guy that was sitting in the front b
g to sit at the back but I never expected him
into my eyes from afar. I wish he could wait for me outside till I
w the cute guy could answer all the questions in a few minutes but I quickly foc
am Yilva said, "submit!", and of course, no one dares to copy from his col
ere only 4 stu
t minding what I wrote. I expected the least becau
will insult me over my failure but my kid brothers may have me as the topic of the day if the resul
me minutes. I looked back and saw the Martial artist guy that disappeared again holding me by my waist. The Marti
I dreaming? Maybe anyone should tap me and wake me up. I taught him he was in
I quickly say and shive
of course, I was talking to a human and not a statue bu
st confusion and headed back