Reapplying for College Coldly Watching My Childhood Sweetheart Accompany the Campus Belle to Junior College

After the college entrance examination, I secretly changed my application to Community College of Boston, my childhood sweetheart's.

Just because the school beauty with 256 points cried and said she didn’t want to leave him.

On the day the results were announced, the campus beauty jumped off the building in anger when she learned that he had been admitted to Harvard University.

But his foot slipped and he really fell down.

When Zhu Ma arrived, he saw only her bloody body.

Although he was heartbroken, he still gritted his teeth:

"Because I was going to commit suicide when I went to Harvard University, I thought that if we were together, it would not end well."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he can still distinguish between love and future.

Many years later, we both graduated from Harvard University and walked down the aisle.

On the wedding day, he tied me up in front of my parents and pushed me to a group of failed students, leaving my parents to listen to me crying and wailing:

"Uncle and aunt, didn't your daughter look down on the students from Community College of Boston and force Isabella to jump off the building?

"Now she can only be tortured by the students of Community College of Boston. Who do you think is more despicable?"

My parents fainted on the spot.

By the time I was put down, they were no longer breathing.

That night, I held my parents' bodies and cut my wrists.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the day when I helped my childhood sweetheart change his/her major.

……

“Emily Thompson！”

The door was kicked open and I was so scared that my heart skipped a beat.

The computer was still stuck on the application form, where I was trying to change Alexander Rossi's choice from Community College of Boston to Harvard University.

“Bang!”

The mouse was snatched away from him. He was panting, as if he had run a long way to get here:

"Get out."

At this moment, I understood that he was also reborn.

In his previous life, when I helped him change his major, he was drinking with the school beauty Isabella Rossi a few kilometers away.

The fact that he could get here so quickly must mean that he already knew what I was doing.

I used to think he was confused.

How can the vague love of young years compare to the solid and smooth road ahead?

I am helping him now, and when he reaps the benefits of his education in the future, he will naturally understand.

But some people live in a dream all their lives.

All I can do is not interfere.

So I stood up and left without saying a word.

“Um…wait a minute!”

He was a little uncomfortable with my careless attitude and coughed:

"Is your hand okay?"

He grabbed the mouse too hard just now, and the ring left a long bloody mark on the back of my hand.

I shook my head, unwilling to say another word to him.

When I got home, the first thing I saw was a social media feed that was full of likes.

[How can the secular tower in the eyes of countless people compete with her sea of ​​hatred and love]

The accompanying picture is a photo of Alexander Rossi and Isabella Rossi in front of Harvard University and Community College of Boston.

The whole class praised it in several rows:

[Some people say that the Pure Love God of War is just a legend, until I saw Brother Rossi]

[Ahhh what is this! Giving up Harvard University for Isabella! Rossi brother really makes me cry! ]

[It’s great that finally the class monitor, that girl, didn’t interfere. I can’t have a chance to win 5 million with a handsome, rich, and infatuated man like Rossi! ]

I paused.

Finally I clicked the like button on the Social media feed.

In this life, I will not interfere with any decisions in his life.

But after a while, there was a noisy sound coming from outside the door.

It turns out that Alexander Rossi’s social media feed was seen by his parents.

Mr. Rossi angrily brought Alexander Rossi back.

That night, I heard the sound of a belt whipping next door.

The next day when I went out, Alexander Rossi just opened the door.

I saw the scar at the corner of his mouth and the red marks on the back of his hand, and I couldn't help but gasp.

"You're snitching again."