This is too weird.

It's like... being possessed.

Song Siyao looked up at the man with delicate features, and said softly, "Brother Chuan, what's going on?"

After the initial shock, Feng Chuanmo felt that all this was done by that unpresentable Lu Beixiu, who wanted to show off himself. Who knew how many times he had imagined this kind of scene in his mind.

It's simply laughable.

Feng Chuanmo touched Song Siyao's hair and said soothingly, "Don't worry, it's nothing. It's just a little trick that can't be put on the table."

Song Siyao nodded, but she felt uneasy. Could it be that Lu Beixiu remembered something or had some suspicions?

…

Lu Beixiu stumbled out of the school gate and could no longer hold on. His head was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to explode.

If he took one more step, he might not be able to hold on and would fall down.

He hadn't figured out what the situation was yet, so he couldn't faint, absolutely not.

Besides, if this was a dream, then if he closed his eyes, he might never wake up again. This was absolutely not allowed.

With this thought in mind, Lu Beixiu held on to his last bit of willpower and leaned against the wall. He originally wanted to give himself some support, to catch his breath, to regain some energy, and then do other things.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he leaned against the wall, huge pain rushed through his nerve endings.

He was a mercenary and had been wandering in the dark world for many years, suffering countless injuries.

When it comes to pain tolerance, he says he's second, and no one dares to say he's first.

Even if he had been stabbed or shot, he had never felt such unbearable pain.

It hurt so much that he couldn't support his body. He could only let the huge pain consume him.

Some fragments began to flash through my originally confused mind.

The thin young boy, standing alone, held a carefully written love letter, stood on the high podium and began to read it.

His voice was soft and gentle, and his steady voice couldn't hide his excitement.

"I know you are the moon hanging in the sky, and I am just a blade of grass that only dares to bloom late at night. I am humble, I am not outstanding, but this blade of grass of mine blooms only for you, forever in the dark night, hidden under your afterglow, silently guarding you."

"Siyao, Siyao, your name is my thought. I miss you all the time, Siyao, my Yaoyao."

The shy boy was kicked to the ground before he had read half of the love letter.

The students in the class surrounded him in a circle, pointed at his nose, laughed at him, ridiculed him and cursed him.

Behind the group of people was Song Siyao with a smug smile on his face.

The scene changed.

That boy reappeared on the playground, silently following the dazzling school beauty like a guardian angel. But even then, he would be viciously kicked to the ground. People would point at his nose, laugh at him, and curse him.

The scene changed again.

The young man, holding another love letter in his hand, walked up to the second floor of the auditorium in front of all the teachers and students in the school. He opened the love letter and was about to read it when he didn't pay attention and fell down.

Then those people started laughing, swearing and cursing again.

These fragments flashed through Lu Beixiu's mind one by one, like a movie.

Lu Beixiu suddenly opened his eyes.

There was coldness in his eyes, so cold that it penetrated into one's bones and blood.

Reborn.

He was reborn!

He was reborn in the body of a boy with the same name as him, a boy who was only eighteen years old.

When he fell from the second floor, he was probably killed by those people, so his soul drifted here and was reborn in this young man.

Since God doesn't want him to die and gives him a chance to be reborn, he can't waste it.

He wanted to use this young man's body to live another wonderful life, build his own empire, and wipe out all the enemies from his previous life.

He wants to be the new generation of mercenary king!

Chapter 3 He is Lu Beixiu!!

Song Siyao, right? Feng Chuanmo, right? Those students who shouted about the perfect match, right? He will make them pay the price one by one.

Lu Beixiu stood up with the help of the wall, stretched out his hands and looked at them. The boy had very fair skin and long fingers, very much like a model's fingers.

His hands were completely different from the ones he used to hold guns and knives every day. They were black, rough, and covered with thick calluses.

Lu Beixiu smiled, looked at his legs and hands. He was very satisfied with the original owner's small body, except that it was a little too thin. But it didn't matter, he would exercise slowly.

Make this body stronger.

"Since I've borrowed your body, I won't sit idly by. Don't worry, I will take back all the grievances you've suffered, and I won't let your death be in vain."

The man smiled with satisfaction and then strode away.

He must first adapt to the life of an ordinary person.

In his previous life, he was a mercenary king who had the final say and had thousands of subordinates under his command, all of whom obeyed his orders.

He just needs to make the decision and doesn't need to worry about anything else.

But now it was different. The owner of the body he was reborn into was just an ordinary student, frail and skinny. He couldn't even protect himself, let alone let others serve him.

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