The Rebirth of the Best Female Ruler in School

Chapter 1: Rebirth To Fourteen Years of Age

Warm spring sunlight shone through the gaps of the curtains and landed on the white sheets. The person on the bed was a bit pale. His hair soaked the fine sweat on his forehead, and stuck to his face.

Jian Ai's brows wrinkled slightly, and she was in a daze. He felt as if there was lead filling his head. His nerves were throbbing, and he felt as if he was about to explode. His back that was on the bed as hard as a stone was painful. Her underwear that was soaked with sweat stuck to her body, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. His eyelashes trembled slightly and only then did Jian Ai slowly open her eyes with great difficulty.

In a daze, the first thing he saw was an old-fashioned cupboard with chipped yellow paint. There was a green glass vase on the shabby handmade bedside table next to the bed. The withered lily was on the verge of collapse, and an alarm clock that looked like a cherry ball was staring at her with wide eyes.

Jian Ai only felt a flash of white light in his mind. His desperate spirit instantly stimulated back into his body, and his weak body sat up from the bed.

While observing his surroundings, he realized that this was not his upper-class apartment in the capital. However, the white sheets, thin muslin curtains, and furniture in the room were all very familiar to him.

This is not his home or even his capital. It was his home in Baiyun City, where he grew up!

It's unbelievable! Jian Ai looked at everything in front of him with a puzzled expression. Why is he here? Hasn't this old house been demolished for a long time?

As for himself...

Jian Ai closed her eyes and tried her hardest to remember everything that had happened. He lived in this old house until he was seventeen and entered university in the capital. At the age of nineteen, his mother died of cancer, and his older brother worked on a construction team to earn money for his studies. However, he suddenly had an accident and died. From then on, the two most important family members in Jian Ai's life left him one after another, leaving him in his third year of college.

However, this did not completely defeat him. After drowning in grief for a while, Jian Ai decided to face the future alone.

The construction team compensated the money for his brother's death. Jian Ai managed to get a large amount of money from the demolition of the old house. With the money, Jian Ai started his business in the capital with his unique wisdom and skills. It was as if he had a natural sensitivity in business. In just a few years, Jian Ai became famous in the capital's real estate industry and became a female boss worth tens of millions.

The scene froze at the last frame in his mind. The driver drove him to sign a contract with his business partner. At an intersection, a truck driving beside him suddenly turned to the side...

So... is he dead?

He opened his eyes and saw everything that made him feel dazed yet familiar. Or could life be just a dream?

Getting off the bed, Jian Ai skillfully went to the closet and opened it. There's a mirror on the inside of the door. In the mirror, his face was pale and his body was thin. Obviously he has not recovered from his illness. But he also looks like this just yet!

He raised his hand and carefully touched his face. It felt so real that Jian Ai could not help but cry.

At the top of the closet is her SMA uniform. It was ancient and had a friendly color.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening suddenly sounded from outside. Jian Ai's heart was pounding violently, and his body was trembling involuntarily.

As he spoke, Wang Yunmei quickly walked towards Jian Ai. Just as he was about to help her into the room, his daughter suddenly hugged him.

"Mama!"

Jian Ai seemed to have used all her strength to summon?'mother."?She could no longer control herself as she threw herself into her mother's arms and began to cry.

In Jian Ai's memory, her mother worked as a companion at the nightclub for as long as she could remember. This was indecent work in the eyes of others, and as such, the neighbors criticized her mother. Even grandparents and maternal uncles never make extra contact with their families.

In addition, his mother rented a small stall on the side of the road not far from his house. Every morning, he had to get up early to fry the fried dough and sell breakfast. Her mother had been repeating such a life for over a decade, only to support herself and her brother.

Jian Ai and her brother knew nothing about their father. Because his mother didn't say it, they didn't ask. In his heart, only his mother and elder brother were important.

However, when he was nineteen years old, God once again made a joke with him. His mother was diagnosed with end-stage liver cancer and died within two months. This makes the already difficult family worse. He didn't even get to meet his mother one last time because he was still studying at university in the capital.

Sensing the familiar scent on his mother's body, Jian Ai cried to the point of almost drowning. If this was all just a dream, he would willingly exchange everything he had for this dream and not wake up.

On the other hand, Wang Yunmei was startled by his daughter's sudden embrace. When she regained consciousness, she quickly patted her daughter's back in an entertaining way. "Well my dear daughter, what are you crying about? Quickly back to lying down. Your fever's gone down. Don't catch a cold again."

Looking at his daughter's red eyes from crying, Wang Yunmei could not help but smile affectionately. "The doctor says you're scared, so your emotions may be up and down. How do I know your emotions are going up and down so big? This is the first time I've seen you cry so hard."

He wiped his tears. Although he could not quickly calm down, Jian Ai still pretended to be normal and said, "Mom, I want to take a bath first. My body is sticky and uncomfortable."

"All right, take a shower first. I'll change the sheets for you. Probably wet with sweat."

Wang Yunmei assumed her daughter was terrified, so she did not think too much about it.

In the bathroom, a simple shower occasionally sprays water. Jian Ai's heart gradually calmed down.

It was early spring of 2002. Twelve years before his accident. This whole thing is not a dream. He had returned to twelve years ago when he was fourteen years old!

However, if he was unable to change anything in this life, what was the point of this opportunity? Therefore, Jian Ai clenched her hands and swore to herself. This time, she must save her mother and brother and change her family's life.