The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Class Six was on the sixth floor, with a designated elevator for students. At Ventrocloud High School, there was no early self-study session, and the classes began at nine in the morning, allowing for a relatively late start.

Returning to her classroom, Madelyn surveyed the familiar yet foreign faces of her classmates, able to name only a few. The bell signaling the beginning of class rang out, and Madelyn hastily resumed her seat, guided by memory. Just as she was about to set down her backpack, she noticed several students glancing her way, murmuring among themselves.

“That’s Forrest Arnold’s seat. She’s got some guts sitting there.”

“She was on sick leave for a few days. Did she go mad or something?”

‘What? Forrest?’ Madelyn looked at the clean, book-less desk in front of her, immediately standing up. ‘How can this be Forrest’s seat? I’ve always been in the second-to-last row. Am I not?’

in an untidy school uniform, his tie loosely done. He held his bag in one hand and stared defiantly at Madelyn. He clicked his tongue against his back teeth, his eyes icy cold. His stare alone was

But when she did, it was

for his violent temper. He approached his own desk, kicked it with a swift stroke, sending it toppling into the corner.

just got to school. Where are you off

Timothy’s shoulder. “Where else? He just doesn’t want to

couldn’t you just stay home? Why’d you have to come and be an eyesore? Once I graduate, I’ll be the first to investigate the Jent family. Just wait, you’ll

lifted her beautiful, sparkling eyes

relentlessly, ready to bring him down the instant they found a grip on

instead, she nodded in approval. “Well said, such ambition! I too think Hayson is a scumbag, and I’m rooting for you. Push yourself to rise to the challenge and take

classes, and the teachers were helpless. Even parental involvement rarely solved anything. Therefore, the teacher turned a blind eye to students who disliked attending classes. After all, this class was