Chapter 2

I was just a teaching assistant. I'd only been interning for two months. Besides teaching, I had to do all kinds of odd jobs, and I didn't even have an office.

I opened the resignation page but couldn't bring myself to click submit.

First, my advisor had fought for this job for me. It was meant to help me gain experience---a kind gesture I didn't want to waste.

Second, I'd tried to resign in my previous life too, but the school had rejected it. According to the contract, even if I submitted my resignation, I'd have to stay for another month.

A month was enough time for many things to happen.

So I could only find a way to get fired.

Just then, my uncle sent a message in the family group chat. "Mom's not feeling well. Got her checked today---her blood pressure was 200. The doctor wants her hospitalized."

I'd chosen to intern at this school because it was close to home, only a hundred kilometers away.

I was about to say I'd come back today.

My cousin, a doctor, replied, "I'll head back soon. Lincoln, someone gave me two boxes of lychees. I'll drop them off for you."

My cousin was in the city.

My eyes lit up. A plan formed in my mind.

I went back to my dorm and changed into designer clothes, making myself look ten times more handsome than usual---tall and long-legged.

My roommate saw me and said admiringly, "Who are you meeting? Don't tell me your girlfriend's coming."

I smiled but didn't answer.

In my previous life when I got into trouble, not a single person spoke up for me. My roommate was no exception. We were all interns and therefore competitors.

I dressed up handsomely and even carried a fifty-thousand-dollar bag with a huge logo that made my roommate's eyes widen and his mouth form an O-shape. "Lincoln, you're actually rich?"

Ignoring him, I fluttered toward the school gate like a butterfly. Passing students couldn't help but stare.

From afar, I spotted my cousin's luxury car.

I was exactly six feet tall. He was taller, wore glasses, and looked very gentlemanly.

He wore clothes similar to mine---actually, he'd bought the clothes I was wearing. The bag was also his hand-me-down.

A cousin supporting his younger relative who just started working is perfectly normal, right?

My cousin got out of the car and opened the trunk to move the lychees.

I threw myself onto his back, just like when I was a kid.

My cousin nearly fell into the trunk but caught himself, holding my legs. "You think you're still a kid? You're over a hundred and sixty pounds---you're crushing my old bones!"

He was a fitness enthusiast with muscles under his clothes. I couldn't hurt him.

Not only did I not get down, I climbed higher.

"Is Grandma's condition serious?"

My cousin said unhurriedly, "Don't listen to my dad. I went back last week and her blood pressure was fine. He just wants me to go home for a blind date."

I saw from the corner of my eye that many students were watching us, taking photos with their phones, pointing and whispering. Only then did I climb down from my cousin's back and hook my arm through his instead.

My cousin handed me the lychees.

He also straightened my hair. "How's work? Are your colleagues easy to get along with? Are the students obedient?"

I smiled. "Everything's fine. Don't worry."