The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

next morning

Chen Zhi was dragged out of bed by Zhang Guifang's loud voice.

"The sun's already high in the sky! Still sleeping! You ate so much braised pork last night, aren't you worried about indigestion!"

The door was pounded on loudly.

Chen Zhi groggily turned over and pulled the blanket over his head.

"Mom, it's because I'm growing."

"Stop being so cheeky! Get up now, your dad's about to leave!"

The crisp sound of keys clinking came from outside the door, followed by Chen Jun's steady footsteps.

Chen Zhi suddenly threw off the covers and sat up with a jolt.

Five minutes later.

Chen Zhi, sporting a messy, unkempt hairstyle, sat upright at the dining table.

In front of me was a bowl of steaming white porridge and a few pieces of braised pork left over from last night.

Chen Jun was sitting opposite him, holding a newspaper in his hand, his brows furrowed, as if he were studying national affairs.

"Good morning, Dad."

Chen Zhi picked up his chopsticks, quickly grabbed a piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and greeted the speaker in a muffled voice.

"Dad, you look great today, your forehead is glowing, something good must be about to happen."

Chen Jun shook the newspaper, ignoring the matter, but his movements as he turned the pages were noticeably quicker.

Zhang Guifang came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of pickled vegetables and overheard this, making her grin from ear to ear.

"You're such a smooth talker! Alright, hurry up and eat, then get to school before you're late."

Chen Zhi finished his porridge in a few bites, grabbed his schoolbag, and was about to rush out.

Inside his backpack, the brand-new pink pencil case creaked slightly with his movements.

The wind at the alley entrance carried the unique crispness of the morning.

As soon as Chen Zhi turned the corner, he saw a familiar figure with his back to him kicking pebbles on the side of the road.

Lin Wanwan.

The little girl wore a white dress today, with her hair tied in a high ponytail. Her back view exuded a resentful aura that seemed to say, "Keep away."

Chen Zhi slowed down, intending to slip past along the wall.

"Chen Zhi!"

A delicate shout.

As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Lin Wanwan suddenly turned around, put her hands on her hips, and glared at him angrily.

"Traitor! Deserter! Disloyal!"

A barrage of accusations came like a machine gun.

Chen Zhigan chuckled twice, stopped in his tracks, and raised his hands above his head in a gesture of surrender.

"Heroine, spare me! Last night was beyond our control. My mother's braised pork is a strategic resource; if we had gone any later, it would have been gone."

"Excuses! All excuses!"

Lin Wanwan rushed to him in a few steps, stretched out a fair and delicate finger, and poked his chest hard.

"Do you know what I went through last night? My mom made me practice piano for two hours! Two hours! My hands are about to break!"

Looking into her bright, lively eyes despite her anger, Chen Zhi couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder he's a future superstar; his emotional range and facial expression control show he's been a natural-born drama queen since childhood.

"To make up for your wounded heart, I'll treat you to spicy snacks after school tonight."

Chen Zhi reluctantly made a painful sacrifice and unleashed his trump card.

Lin Wanwan paused for a moment.

"The kind that costs 50 cents a pack?"

"One yuan a pack."

"make a deal."

Two packs.

"...Lin Wanwan, you should be kind and considerate."

"Three guarantees!"

"Two packs it is!"

Chen Zhi gritted his teeth and agreed.

The gloom on Lin Wanwan's face vanished instantly; her change of expression was astonishingly fast.

She hummed a little tune, tossed her ponytail, and turned to walk towards the school.

"Hurry up and catch up! I'm going to be late today."

Chen Zhi shook his head helplessly and followed behind this little devil.

As soon as I stepped into the school gate, a wave of noise and clamor hit me.

That's the vitality unique to this era.

Chen Zhi did not rush into the classroom, but slowed down and searched the crowd with his eyes.

Soon, he saw that small, thin figure under a large locust tree in the corner of the playground.

Li Zhiyi.

She always arrives very early.

She was squatting on the ground, holding a twig in her hand, writing and drawing on the sand.

Chen Zhi took a deep breath, adjusted his backpack strap, and strode over.

"What are you writing?"

The sudden sound made Li Zhiyi tremble.

She suddenly stood up, dropping the branch in her hand to the ground, and frantically tried to rub the writing on the ground with her foot.

Chen Zhi glanced at it.

Good morning.

Chen Zhi seemed not to have noticed her actions and greeted her casually.

Li Zhiyi kept her head down, clutching the faded hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, and remained silent.

Chen Zhi didn't care. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then quickly took out the pink pencil case from his backpack.

"then."

He shoved the pencil case into Li Zhiyi's arms.

Li Zhiyi caught it subconsciously, and the warm, smooth plastic texture made her pause in surprise.

She looked down at the exquisite pencil case in her arms, which resembled a work of art and had a cute Hello Kitty printed on it.

"this……"

She suddenly looked up, her face full of terror, as if she were holding a hot potato, and hurriedly tried to shove it back to Chen Zhi.

"I don't want to... I don't have any money..."

Her voice was barely audible, with a noticeable tremor.

Chen Zhi took a step back, put his hands in his pockets, and struck a pose like a rogue.

"Who told you to give me money? This was a free gift my mom got when she bought laundry detergent yesterday."

"Pink? That's too girly. How can I, a grown man, survive in the underworld if I use this?"

"Here, take care of the trash for me."

Li Zhiyi stared at him blankly.

Even if she was completely naive, she knew that a pencil case with a magnetic clasp and a double-layer design could never be a free gift with laundry detergent.

Moreover, it's brand new; even the seal on the packaging bag is still there.

"But……"

"There's no 'but' about it."

Chen Zhi interrupted her, a hint of impatience on his face.

"If you don't want it, just throw it in the trash. Anyway, my mom will scold me if I take it home."

After saying that, he didn't give Li Zhiyi a chance to refuse and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he stopped again, turned around, and added fiercely:

"Don't tell anyone I gave it to you, it's embarrassing!"

Li Zhiyi stood under the shade of a tree, tightly clutching the pink pencil case in her arms.

A morning breeze rustled the locust leaves, and dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling her.

As she watched that figure walk away with his hands in his pockets, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him, her tense body slowly relaxed.

She lowered her head, her fingers gently stroking the raised bow on the surface of the pencil case.

……

The classroom was in complete chaos.

Before the morning reading class even started, the elementary school students were as energetic as mythical beasts just released from their cages.

As soon as Chen Zhigang entered the classroom, he saw Li Zihan standing on the podium, waving a plastic sword and shouting "Pegasus Meteor Fist".

"childish."

Chen Zhi pursed his lips and walked to his seat.

His deskmate was Lin Wanwan.

At this moment, the young lady was propping up her textbook to cover her face and secretly eating a packet of instant noodles underneath.

Give me some.

Chen Zhi leaned closer and said in a low voice.

Lin Wanwan glanced at him warily, then clutched the bag protectively as if guarding her food.

"Dream on! This is my spiritual nourishment."

The two were engaged in a fierce tug-of-war over a few noodles when a commotion suddenly broke out at the classroom door.

Li Zhiyi walked in.

She kept her head down, trying to minimize her presence, and walked along the wall to the last row.

But today, things are a little different.

She was clutching the pink pencil case tightly in her hand.

In this drab classroom, that bright pink stood out starkly.

"Hey, isn't this the mute?"

A sharp sound rang out.

A chubby boy sitting in the third row stood up. He was the class bully, and his name was Wang Hu.

Wang Hu strode into the passageway, blocking Li Zhiyi's path.

"What are you holding? It's so pretty!"

He was about to reach out and grab it when he said that.

Li Zhiyi trembled with fright, clutching her pencil case tightly to her chest, curling up into a ball like a startled hedgehog.

"Get out of the way..."

She squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

"Hey! You dare talk back?"

Wang Hu felt his authority as the class bully had been challenged, and reached out to shove Li Zhiyi.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

A heavy Chinese textbook whistled through the air and landed squarely on the back of Wang Hu's head.

Wang Hu staggered after being hit, clutching his head and howling.

"Who? Which bastard dares to ambush me?"

The whole class fell silent instantly.

Dozens of eyes turned to look in the same direction.

Chen Zhi remained seated, still in the posture of throwing the book, with an expression on his face that seemed to convey "care for the mentally challenged."

"Slip of the hand."

He said it casually, without even standing up.

"Chen Zhi! You're asking for it!"

Wang Hu turned around angrily, fists clenched, ready to charge.

Seeing this, Lin Wanwan immediately stuffed the instant noodles in her hand into the table and was about to stand up to help.

Chen Zhi reached out a hand and pressed her back down.

He slowly stood up, straightened his collar, and then strode over to Wang Hu.

Although his body was still that of a primary school student, the oppressive feeling unique to adults made Wang Hu subconsciously stop in his tracks.

Chen Zhi was half a head taller than Wang Hu, and he looked down at the chubby boy.

"Wang Hu, did you wet the bed last night?"

Chen Zhi suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.

Wang Hu was stunned, his face turning completely red.

"You... what nonsense are you talking about!"

"I see that your forehead is dark and your eyes are dull, which are obvious signs of kidney deficiency."

Chen Zhi spoke nonsense with a straight face, his voice not loud, but it clearly carried throughout the quiet classroom.

"And, I think I just smelled a... well, a unique scent."

As he spoke, he even fanned his nose in a serious manner.

The surrounding classmates immediately burst into laughter, and several girls who were close to Wang Hu exaggeratedly covered their noses and backed away in disgust.

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't wet the bed!"

Wang Hu roared in exasperation, but his momentum had completely collapsed.

At this age, being publicly accused of bedwetting is practically a form of social death.

"Why are you bullying the female classmate if you didn't wet the bed? Are you trying to distract her?"

Chen Zhi pressed on relentlessly, giving his opponent no chance to breathe.

"That's Li Zhiyi's newly bought pencil case. What, are you trying to rob me? Should I go and call the security guard to settle this?"

Upon hearing the words "Security Department," Wang Hu completely cowered.

He glared at Chen Zhi, then glanced at Li Zhiyi huddled in the corner, and returned to his seat, cursing under his breath.

Chen Zhi resolved the crisis in a way that was almost shameless.

Chen Zhi bent down, picked up the Chinese textbook from the ground, and patted off the dust.

He turned around and met Li Zhiyi's still-shaken eyes.

This time, he didn't speak, but just blinked his left eye very subtly.

Li Zhiyi stared blankly at him.

The pink pencil case was slightly deformed from being squeezed in her arms.

"Ring ring—"

The school bell rang sharply.

Class teacher Lao Wang, carrying his lesson plan, walked into the classroom as the bell rang.

"Sit down, everyone! Take your books out!"

A commotion of desks and chairs colliding immediately filled the classroom.

Chen Zhi returned to his seat.

Lin Wanwan nudged him with her elbow and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, that 'bedwetting attack' you just used was so mean! How did you even come up with that?"

Chen Zhi opened his Chinese textbook, looked straight ahead, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"This is the power of knowledge."

"Pshaw, you're kidding me."

Lin Wanwan rolled her eyes, but there was something different in her gaze as she looked at Chen Zhi.

In the back corner.

Li Zhiyi gently placed the pink pencil case on the corner of her desk.

She opened the lid and took out a sharpened pencil.

This comes with the pencil case.

Besides the pencil, there was a white eraser and a transparent ruler.

Every single one is brand new.

She gripped the pencil tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

On the podium, Old Wang is reading the text aloud with great expression.

Li Zhiyi didn't hear a single word.

Her gaze fell on the figure next door.

Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing him in its golden glow and giving his features a subtle golden edge.

Just as Li Zhiyi was staring blankly at that figure, Chen Zhi suddenly moved.

Perhaps it was the muscle memory from his previous life as a corporate slave, or perhaps this growing elementary school student's body was simply too fragile, but after only ten minutes of the monotonous reading aloud, Chen Zhi's neck began to ache.

He slammed his Chinese textbook down on the table, raised his arms high, interlaced his fingers and flipped them outwards, stretching out with a wide, uninhibited yawn right under Old Wang's nose. Two crisp "crack" sounds came from his spine, sounding particularly jarring in the otherwise dull morning reading session.

Lin Wanwan, who was standing next to him, was startled by the commotion and was about to glare at him when she saw Chen Zhi's face, which always carried a hint of precociousness and indifference, suddenly turn around.

Immediately afterwards, his facial features were squeezed together in an extremely uncoordinated manner.

He actually rolled his eyes and twisted his tongue to one side, mimicking the bewildered expression Wang Hu had when he was hit by the book, looking exactly like someone who had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed on one side.

The face was made so suddenly and unexpectedly that it was shockingly ugly.

Lin Wanwan almost spat out the mouthful of water she had just taken a sip of, choking herself until her face turned bright red. The angry glare she had been preparing instantly crumbled into a violent cough.

"Cough cough... Chen Zhi... are you sick?!"

She patted her chest to catch her breath, then growled angrily, grabbing her mechanical pencil case and aiming it at Chen Zhi's arm.

Chen Zhi had anticipated this and nimbly leaned slightly to one side of the passageway, easily avoiding the heavy blow. Before the smile on his lips could fade, he still took a solid punch to the arm.

The punch was soft and weak; it felt more like a cat's paw scratching an itch than a blow.

"Ouch, murdering my... deskmate!" Chen Zhi lowered his voice, feigning pain as he clutched his arm. "Merciful Lady Lin, I know I was wrong."

"Who told you to scare me!" Lin Wanwan glared angrily, her eyes wide, and warned in a low voice, "If you move around again, I'll tell Old Wang you didn't read the text."

"I read it," Chen Zhi said, pointing to the book lying face down. "I read it attentively."

"Pah, I don't believe you for a second."

Lin Wanwan withdrew her fist, unable to resist stealing another glance at Chen Zhi, a slight smile creeping onto her lips. How come she'd never noticed before? This guy, though a bit sharp-tongued, was actually quite reliable when it mattered, and normally… he was pretty annoying.

Old Wang, standing on the podium, adjusted his glasses and sternly surveyed the room: "Chen Zhi, Lin Wanwan, what are you whispering about? Come up here and read the second paragraph!"

Chen Zhi slowly stood up, not holding a book at all, and began to recite: "The spring breeze sweeps across the earth, and all things revive..."

His pronunciation was clear and accurate, not a single word was wrong.

Lin Wanwan was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped. The teacher had just taught this text yesterday, and he had been holding the book upside down. When did he memorize it?

The whole class cast complicated glances at Chen Zhi again, but Li Zhiyi, who was next to him, loosened her grip on the pencil and her eyes shone even brighter.

The scene freezes at this moment: the boy, bathed in the morning light, his profile sharply defined, exuding a touch of nonchalant roguishness; while beside him, the girl, holding a brand-new pencil, carefully writes two words in the blank space of her textbook—

Chen Zhi.