During class break, I sat at my desk carefully studying the textbooks that I had overlooked in my previous life.

The textbooks were filled with dense notes, the result of my efforts to study with the top student.

"Hey, fatty!" someone snatched the textbook out of my hand. "Oh, you're working hard, huh?"

He laughed and passed the textbook to the next person. Everyone laughed at my textbook and mocked my efforts, surrounding me playfully.

I looked at them, having experienced the mental journey of returning from 28 years old to 17, finding them incredibly immature.

"Oh, fatty is studying as well!"

"Are all those pimples on your face the result of late-night studying? It must be so hard!"

"Hey! Pigs can go to school nowadays, it's truly amazing!"

My classmates surrounded me, using me as a topic of conversation and joking around.

This was the second time I had experienced this.

I still remembered in my previous life, when I first experienced this kind of verbal bullying, I was scared, timid, and helpless. I went home seeking help from my mother.

My mother simply said to me.

"What's the big deal? Your classmates are just teasing you. Don't be so touchy. Isn't it fun to joke around with everyone?"

"Why don't the classmates joke around with others, why is it only me? Doesn't that mean they like me? Don't lose weight, if you lose weight, they won't love playing with you anymore."

"It seems like your classmates don't have a problem. It's just that you're too sensitive. You should reflect on yourself."

My mother must be right.

I tried to go along with my classmates' teasing, becoming a joke that everyone could bully.

But now...

I don't have that kind of patience anymore!

I stood up and walked to the desk of the ringleader who was making fun of me, and I overturned his desk, causing his textbooks to scatter all over the floor.

"What are you doing!"

The ringleader, Yao Te, rushed over and shouted at me in anger.

"Nothing," I gently clapped my hands, "I just want to see what you've been studying recently."

I bent down and looked at the books on the floor. "Look, so these are the things you've been loving recently... tsk tsk tsk... young boys in their puberty are really impulsive..."

After my "kind-hearted" reminder, everyone's attention also shifted to the floor.

"Ah, he's actually hiding these books!"

"Isn't that the book...?"

"I can't believe he's actually reading it!"

A corner of a magazine was revealed among the books on the floor, showcasing a girl wearing revealing clothes, causing people's faces to turn red.

Yao Te's face turned red in an instant, and he was so angry that he was about to hit me.

Just as I closed my eyes preparing to endure the pain, I squinted for a while and found that there was no movement, so I opened my eyes again.

"What are you doing!"

Yao Te's face turned red as he shouted at the person in front of him.

"Hitting a female classmate, have you gone crazy?"

It was actually Qin Xi.

"Just read your book, what do you care about?"

"Hitting someone is not right."

The two of them argued, and the homeroom teacher outside the door quickly walked in.

"What's going on!" she pushed up her glasses. "You, you, and you, all come to my office!"