The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

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?]

of her desk and chair out to the classroom doorway. The janitor has already carted

discarded in a trash bin,

her. Having finished her practice tests, she was preparing to head back. As she was exiting the library, a text arrived

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

came swiftly: [You should check the school

her practice books, thrown into a trash bin. Her lunch box, which had been in her drawer, was seen kicked into a corner. The lunch box had been a gift from Rosario, who had also painstakingly hand-sewn the accompanying bag.

stood up, spotting a figure approaching in

she has the nerve to

is going to be good. She’s

does she think she is, strutting around like that?” yet another

a book across the

for the show about to unfold. They all wanted to see

lunch box

chuckling, someone pounded the desk. “I’m dying, just