Volta para 12：A flor da escola fria e distante é levada para casa por mim

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In Tianhai City, inside a Maybach, a stunning woman—barely dressed, her name unknown but her allure undeniable—was lightly tapping on the car window outside.

Yet at this moment, Lin Qianfan, inside the car, wore a heavy expression.

In the past, he wouldn't have minded rolling down the window to discuss the meaning of life for a night with such a woman, but now, he had no interest whatsoever.

The source of it all was that he had missed—had even bullied—someone who had once chosen him with unwavering resolve.

Thirteen years ago, in the heat of a blazing summer, he had just transferred to Senior High, year three. Raised in the countryside by his grandparents following his parents’ divorce, the boy carried a quiet inferiority in his bones, masked by a feigned cheerfulness.

The class committee was being restructured and elections were held. As an athlete, he naturally wanted to run for sports committee, but as the votes were cast, the other candidates were gaining support while beneath his name, there was nothing but a blank space.

By today’s standards, it was nothing. But for the newly transferred Lin Qianfan, he wished the platform beneath his feet would crack open so he could hide and escape.

At the final moment of the election, his name was called. In that instant, the elegant handwriting on the ballot was like a radiant sunbeam, illuminating his world.

Even though he now possessed assets worth over a billion, that single vote from years past was forever carved in his memory, impossible to forget.