TRANSMIGRATION: HIGH SCHOOL'S LOVE CIRCLES

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e ceiling fan in my room when its booming sound kept remembering me of my bad dream, its sound was just like a background soundtrack of my dream. I've had the dream several t

mans from my late granny but a scenario where a dead would come back again to live was a

to me in a Martial artist uniform and calls himself my love. He even said he had waited for me to

a Monday morning when all the junior students of the Campbell academy would go for their transition examination to further their studies

ver my neck, and moved to the bathroom. A few minut

of the school bus outside. I descended the stairs of my ro

ed my name when my neck

in a motion immediately I heard his voice else he would ask me where I went to last night

ere new, I was so timid to just look up to wher

ster to the seat allocated to me

til he slid his hand to my sight and showed me the comb that I forg

led back at him bu

at me over my forgetting comb not until I saw them pointing their fingers at a guy approaching a seat on the bus, meanwhile, I was

ould he be the one I was seeing? I doubted. I had never believed in such mysteries but the consternation unfolded in my eyes made me two-minded. I wip

ing a Martial artist uniform just

n minding how people were making a jest out of him, he wasn't even shy. He

ents weren't laughing at the Martial artist guy sittin

trying to call his attention to a black guy staring at him suspiciously by the left. The black guy's look was ev

seemed the guy in Martial artist uniform was invisible to everyone except me but I didn't know. I

nd my business and tried to

as closed and th

ult to recall what I'd read and tilted my head sideways to hi

nce, but he wasn't answering, he was maintaining the

f because I was becoming s

ool bus

couldn't find the Martial artist guy and the black guy

nt seat taking off her last step to the floor from the bus, so how di

hat just happened, and not even Andrew could detect my forgotten comb. Well, I didn't blame Andrew the comb detector for no

tep off the bus, and sighted the Progressive School of Li whe

my face and asked in pretense. Surely something must be happening t

kly regain myself and say and

ppened on the bus on the spot I was in while

taking bold footsteps to the examination hall. Though he was

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ont of the hall. The guy was wearing a silky kimono suit with large sleeves from his shoulders down to his heels.

ist uniform. I wished he could be coming to my dream in this extravagant dress instead of the old Chinese Martial dress. Besides

a who was the mistress in charge of the examination paper snappe

.... yes,

stion paper and move

tion but quickly turned my face at the

ute guy that was sitting in the front b

g to sit at the back but I never expected him

into my eyes from afar. I wish he could wait for me outside till I

w the cute guy could answer all the questions in a few minutes but I quickly foc

am Yilva said, "submit!", and of course, no one dares to copy from his col

ere only 4 stu

t minding what I wrote. I expected the least becau

will insult me over my failure but my kid brothers may have me as the topic of the day if the resul

me minutes. I looked back and saw the Martial artist guy that disappeared again holding me by my waist. The Marti

I dreaming? Maybe anyone should tap me and wake me up. I taught him he was in

I quickly say and shive

of course, I was talking to a human and not a statue bu

st confusion and headed back