Chapter 1

"Want to be my boyfriend? Sure, as long as you can get into Binhai University with me, I'll give you a chance!"

An Xiaomi, with her white neck held high, proudly stated her conditions.

And Xu Zhimu's greatest regret in life was believing this woman's lies!

An Xiaomi and Xu Zhimu were childhood sweethearts who had lived across the street from each other since elementary school.

The fair-skinned, beautiful, and slender An Xiaomi naturally became the white moonlight in Xu Zhimu's heart.

From childhood to adulthood, buying snacks, giving dolls, adding clothes when it was cold, and sending gifts on holidays, Xu Zhimu had been attentive in every way.

In the second half of his senior year, Xu Zhimu used the school broadcast to declare his love for An Xiaomi in front of the entire school.

What he received was not love, but a disciplinary warning.

The condition An Xiaomi gave was actually a veiled rejection, because Binhai University, which she mentioned, was one of the top twenty universities in the country.

Even An Xiaomi, who was in the top five of her grade, couldn't be sure of getting in, let alone Xu Zhimu, whose grades had always been average.

But a young man in love is always the last to see the coffin.

In the end, Xu Zhimu made up his mind and chose to retake his senior year. After another year of hard study, he finally got into Binhai University as he wished.

He became An Xiaomi's "junior," but the first words they exchanged were:

"Oh? Ah, what I said before was just to motivate you to get into a good university. You didn't take it seriously, did you? I've always considered you a friend..." An Xiaomi's casual explanation shattered Xu Zhimu's year of hope.

But Xu Zhimu, still not giving up, continued to dote on her for three more years in college.

Finally, he received her promise: "If you can keep loving me like this and stay by my side after graduation, I can agree to you..."

At that moment, Xu Zhimu had even thought about where they would be buried together in the future.

But reality dealt him another heavy blow.

On the day An Xiaomi graduated from her senior year, Xu Zhimu, dressed in a suit, was ready to formally declare his love with a ring he had prepared for a long time.

But An Xiaomi was already carrying a suitcase and getting into a taxi to the airport: "Actually, I've wanted to tell you for a long time that my family has been preparing for me to go abroad for half a year. Thank you for your company all these years. You're a good person..."

An Xiaomi left on the same day, and Xu Zhimu was left chasing the taxi, crying and screaming in agony: "Xiaomi! How can I live without you, Xiaomi!"

From then on, they no longer existed in each other's worlds. Later, it was said that An Xiaomi had died from a virus that swept the globe in a free country.

Pain! Too much pain!

To be honest, he regretted it. He had wasted all his youth on a woman he couldn't keep.

His doting was a complete failure.

Xu Zhimu had sworn many times in his drunkenness that if he had another chance at life, he would never be a "licking dog" again!

Licking dogs don't die well!

...

"Xu Zhimu! You're sleeping in class again! Did you not do your English homework again!"

Dazed, he heard a clear female voice in his ear.

English homework?

This familiar yet unfamiliar term had been too long forgotten. Xu Zhimu opened his eyes blankly.

In front of him, a girl with big, bright eyes and a light blue school uniform, her ears sparkling like jade in the sunlight.

Is this... An Xiaomi?

Xu Zhimu sat up abruptly: "An... Xiaomi? You, didn't I hear you died from a disease in America?"

There was a moment of silence, followed by a burst of laughter.

As he spoke, he noticed something was off. The faces around him were familiar yet strange. Looking around, he realized he was in... a classroom?

An Xiaomi, red-faced and biting her lip, stomped her foot: "Xu Zhimu! You're too much!"

She angrily flicked her ponytail and returned to the front row.

"This..." Xu Zhimu was still in shock.

A hand patted his shoulder, and his desk mate, Zhang Qiang, said in surprise: "Are you sleepwalking? What nonsense about America? Even if she rejected your confession, you don't have to be so mean."

Looking at the slightly dark-skinned boy beside him, Xu Zhimu recognized him: "Zhang Qiang? Didn't you go missing while working in Syria? How did you come back?"

"???"

Zhang Qiang, confused, flicked Xu Zhimu's head: "Damn! What's wrong with you today? Did you go crazy after being rejected? Do you even remember your own name?"

The sharp pain made Xu Zhimu's mind race. He turned his head, and the reflection in the window glass showed a young, fresh face.

No stubble, no wrinkles, no greasy fat. This was his 18-year-old self, with regular features and a handsome, youthful look.

Did he travel through time? Reborn?

Xu Zhimu slapped his face hard, afraid that everything he saw was a dream.

"Damn! Xu Zhimu, are you sick in the head? The college entrance exam is coming up. If you're sick, get treated quickly. We have a connection at the hospital!" Zhang Qiang, seeing Xu Zhimu slapping himself, was shocked, as were the others around him.

Even An Xiaomi, sitting in the front row, pursed her lips and looked at Xu Zhimu with a complex expression.

"Even if you were rejected, you don't have to hurt yourself. After getting into college, you'll find plenty of girls. Why hang on to one flower?"

The pain on his face told Xu Zhimu that he wasn't dreaming.

He was really reborn!

Looking at his good friend who was trying to comfort him, Xu Zhimu shook his head: "Zhang Qiang, you don't understand..."

Zhang Qiang rolled his eyes, "I don't understand! Slapping yourself like that!"

For the entire afternoon, Xu Zhimu was in a daze, sorting through his memories.

Recalling his life, his parents were both formally employed civil servants. Although his family wasn't rich, they didn't have to worry about basic needs.

As for himself, the biggest problem for 18-year-old Xu Zhimu was his romantic life.

His gaze subconsciously fell on the figure in the front row.

An Xiaomi's father was the deputy chief of the local police department, and her mother ran a dance studio. As an only child, her family was quite well-off.

With her good looks and excellent grades, she was a top student and a rich, beautiful girl. She had never lacked suitors from childhood to adulthood.

But the more outstanding a girl is, the more pride she has. To become her boyfriend, you must be superior to her in every aspect.

So, "pursuing" a girl means you've already lost from the start.

True sea kings wait for the fish to swim into their pond.

In the end, he was just one of her many "licking dogs." He just thought he had a place in her heart because he had been pursuing her for so long.

Ha!

That's what you licking dogs are!