Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Some of them couldn't take it any longer.

"Ethan! Evelyn is going too far! She's bullying Leah!"

Leah's eyes reddened. She spoke as if she had been wronged and was holding it in. "I'm fine, Ethan. I think Evelyn's just misunderstanding me." Ethan's cold gaze landed on me. The atmosphere became tense.

I looked at him emotionlessly. My fist clenched on instinct, and I mocked him silently. Now what? Was he going to speak up for Leah?

His gaze suddenly shifted to the ranking list. He stared for a while before looking at me. His brow furrowed. "You only scored this high in languages?"

He was stern, and his tone was upset. It sounded like he was mocking me. Was he saying this on behalf of Leah?

I wasn't having it. I scoffed and prepared to retort, but Ethan's brow relaxed. He said softly, "You did decent overall though. Keep it up."

"Huh?"

He spoke nonchalantly, as if he was talking about the weather. I was dumbfounded. I stared at him like I had seen a ghost. Had Ethan gone nuts?

He saw my confused expression and said coldly, "What's with you? If you've got nothing to do, go practice writing essays. Quit thinking about nonsense."

With that, he left and ignored everyone else's reactions. Looking at him walk away, everyone was confused. He was scolding me... right?

I was shocked, but I felt better looking at Leah.

She was young now and wanted to maintain her youthful gentleness. However, her expression was warped. Her smile was forced.

I scoffed and dragged Lyla along as I left. When I got back to the classroom, Ethan's seat was empty. I flipped through the practice papers on the table. As I did, I noticed that they looked familiar. Wasn't this the set that my homeroom teacher gave me in my past life?

At the time, I was shocked. I was like the questions prepared were specifically designed for the topics I was weak in. Why would this be in the bag Ethan gave me?

right?" Lyla asked, interrupting my thoughts. She seemed awfully

going overseas for a competition today? He should be on his way to the airport by now! Why would he come to school?'

Antoine said as he adjusted his glasses. "Besides, he's not even taking the

stared at the practice papers before me. It felt like there

improvements I achieved, but he never reciprocated my excitement. He'd kick me down a notch at every chance

at the ranking

so meticulous! He even

normal. She said sweetly,

wished to give myself a beating for

"Back to studying!"

in more homework. Whatever he did or said, it had nothing to do with me anymore! I was fed up with getting worked up and losing control of my life because of him! Time flew by while I was busy studying. Eventually, I

trial exam. He took a look at the ranking list and left in a hurry. He never showed up again after that. He must have really loved

kept overhearing about his life

competition. A Novel-Prize-winning professor from overseas is inviting him to his study program.

but his dad's making him handle

conference.

knew everything about

having to ask for his help with homework, I would've switched seats ages ago!

school during our senior year. I would pester him to teach

college entrance exams, Jack made an outrageous request. He asked me to join

myself in more work. "I'm not

table. "Evelyn Wiley! Don't forget whose money you're

Jack was going to talk about this when

his tone and said, "Evelyn, give your father a hand, would you? Don't you like those Galaxia skirts? I'll buy you the latest

my pen and stuck my hand out, emotionless.

was no cheap brand. Five sets could easily cost a few

an unreasonable one. It was just enough to push Jack's buttons. He'd have to spend a fortune,