Madelyn was grateful that her past-self had nurtured a love for learning, for otherwise she might not have had the courage to leave the classroom to study in the library. With her current knowledge, she was confident she could tackle high school exam questions, securing a spot in a decent university, and with a bit more determination, perhaps even in a top-tier institution. Her liberal arts subjects were solid, but her grasp of sciences and mathematics was shaky. Alas, there were simply not enough hours in the day to focus on these subjects—after school, she still had to attend cooking and piano classes.

Seated by the floor-to-ceiling window in the library, Madelyn appeared despondent. Annoyed, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair. Mulling over her problems seemed like a waste of time when she could be memorizing more vocabulary words. Brushing aside her nagging thoughts, she returned her focus to the task at hand. The library was usually quiet, frequented by only a handful of students from Class One and Class Two. During class hours, she was practically alone apart from the librarian. This suited Madelyn perfectly—she had always enjoyed her own company.

Meanwhile, someone emerged from the teacher’s office. Spotting Madelyn through a second-floor window, the person snapped a quick picture and promptly posted it to a popular online forum under a pinned thread.

[Look! Madelyn’s hiding from Forrest in the library.]

In less than a minute, a response came: [Ha, good for Forrest! He managed to drive her away. Now we won’t have to put up with her in class anymore.]

Another chimed in: [Mark my words, she’ll be back in two days.]

Someone replied to this with [No chance.]

[Why not?]

classroom doorway. The janitor has already carted it off—probably to

photos of Madelyn’s textbooks discarded in a trash bin, covered in an

preparing to head back. As she was exiting the library, a text arrived on her phone: [Don’t come back

slowed her pace, perplexed, and texted back: [What’s

reply came swiftly: [You should

trash bin. Her lunch box, which had been in her drawer, was seen kicked into a corner. The lunch box had

moment, someone stood up, spotting a figure

the nerve to come

good. She’s going to lose

she is, strutting around like that?”

across the room. “Shut up! Keep yapping

back door. All eyes in the room turned, eager for the show about to unfold. They all wanted to see Madelyn’s

to the trash bin to retrieve her comical lunch box, dusting off the dirt. She unzipped the lunch box to check for damages when suddenly, she let out a piercing scream. A bloody rat

the desk. “I’m dying, just look

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