If life was a one-way train with no return trip, then Wang Yan had a ticket back.
Of course, that only applied to his existence as an individual, not to his entire life. Just as he could never return to the first thirty years of his life in the real world.
His was merely a different kind of return.
Nanjing No. 9 Middle School was welcoming another new school year. Half-grown children came to register, some on their own and some escorted by their parents. Following the lists posted outside, the students found their names and headed for their assigned classes.
Amid the crowd stood a boy with an immature face, a little over 1.7 meters tall. Blending into the noisy throng, he looked over the list pinned to the notice board. Taller than average and blessed with good eyesight, he did not need to squeeze to the front to read the names one by one.
"Wang Yan, Year One, First Squad..."
All Wang Yan could do was shake his head with an amused smile.
The youngest he had ever returned to before was seventeen or eighteen. Now that he was back at the age of thirteen, he could count it as a new life experience.
Just then, a lad of about fifteen or sixteen squeezed through the crowd, scanned the list, then pushed his way back out. "Sanli, you've been assigned to Year One, First Squad. Come on, I'll take you there."
"No need, Second Brother. I can go by myself. I can find it. You're registering today too, so hurry up. Otherwise, the teacher will scold you."
"It's fine. I'm not afraid of teachers." Qiao Erqiang waved a hand, took Qiao Sanli's schoolbag for her, and walked with her toward the teaching building.
Sanli did not press the