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I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 311 - 269 Bao Jie (4300 words)
Chapter 311: Chapter 269 Bao Jie (4300 words)
“Bao Jie… died?”
Yan Junze only felt a buzz in his head, briefly falling into a void.
He stood at the dormitory doorway, holding the phone in his right hand and the mouthwash cup in his left, motionless.
The other roommates noticed something was amiss, one by one putting down what they were doing and looking over.
Yan Junze felt numb all over, his lips moved as if he had not spoken, yet he made a sound, saying to the person on the other end of the phone, “Say that again.”
Zhou Dali seemed to become choked up, struggling to speak, and after a long time, he managed to reply, “Bao Jie, she’s dead. She took a lot of sleeping pills, committed suicide…”
“Why?” Yan Junze could not hear his own voice as his mind turned to mush, but he knew he definitely asked this question.
Zhou Dali’s voice came from the phone, “They say… it was because of him. I only just received the news too, that Jiejie, she’s been dead for three days now, her ashes already sent back to Shuntian City, and no one informed us, nobody told me.”
Yan Junze felt a slight tremble in his body, the news was truly shocking, and he still couldn’t fully believe it to this moment.
Zhao Zheng, who was closest at the time, walked over, supporting Yan Junze, fearing he might fall.
Huahua also came over to grasp Yan Junze’s arm; they had all realized that something was off with Yan Junze, likely the news from the phone was a dreadful one.
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They helped Yan Junze sit on the edge of his bed, no one speaking. They could all see the confusion and disbelief on Yan Junze’s face. The phone call was not disconnected, but at this moment no one was speaking; they all maintained their silence.
After a while, Zhou Dali finally said, “That guy wants us to go over, so tomorrow morning let’s head to Tianmeng University. You come from your side, and I’ll leave from the Sports Institute. We’ll meet at the main gate of Tianmeng University. We’ll talk when we see each other.”
The call was disconnected.
Yan Junze still held the phone, sitting quietly on the edge of his bed, wordless.
After a moment, Huahua took the mouthwash cup from his hand and placed it on the desk in front of him, tentatively asking, “Is it someone you knew that had an accident?”
Yan Junze nodded, “A high school classmate, she killed herself.”
“Ah,” Huahua, Zhao Zheng, and He Bishou all wore expressions of surprise.
“So young, why?” Huahua couldn’t help but extend her index finger delicately.
Yan Junze’s gaze, which had been distant, slowly focused, shifting to Huahua, and he said, “It seems… it was due to love.”
Zhou Dali’s reference to “him” and “that guy,” Yan Junze knew perfectly well who they were talking about.
Since high school, Bao Jie had always been close to the rich playboy Zhou Jiajie. Bao Jie was attractive and also good at her studies, while Zhou Jiajie was handsome too, plus with his father holding an important position in Shuntian City, he had many connections in Tianmeng District; the two seemed quite well-matched.
But the problem lay with Zhou Jiajie. They could all see that this guy wasn’t sincerely invested in his relationship with Bao Jie, giving off the vibe that he was just playing for now, and who knew what might happen later.
But Bao Jie had been blinded by love, oblivious to what was clear to everyone else.
Zhou Dali had once been smitten with her, taking care of Bao Jie in every possible way, whether in everyday studies and life or when Yan Junze first formed their group for Spirit Exploration.
Even when Bao Jie harshly rebuffed Zhou Dali, the guy whose arm was thicker than others’ waists, he acted as if nothing had happened, still beaming joyfully.
Not until later did Zhou Dali have his awakening, finally crying on the school rooftop in Yan Junze’s arms and giving up his illusions about Bao Jie.
Before the college entrance exam, Zhou Jiajie’s parents had secured for him a spot at Tianmeng University through their connections, while Bao Jie, lacking powerful backing, had to rely on her own efforts to join Zhou Jiajie there by getting admitted through sheer hard work.
In theory, the couple being at the same university should have resulted in a happy ending.
Yet now, not even a semester has ended, and Bao Jie has met with such a tragic fate.
With everything still unclear, Yan Junze refrained from making hasty judgements, but Bao Jie taking her life with sleeping pills surely wasn’t without a reason.
For a girl with a bright future, if it was truly troubles in this relationship that drove her to extremes, it was simply too wasteful.
Yan Junze did not close his eyes all night, just sitting on his bed, waiting for the dawn.
Normally, he would have classes to attend the next day, but now he could only ask for leave again.
Fortunately, whether it was the class advisor or the head of discipline, they nearly had no control over him. Yan Junze let Huahua know, asking her to submit a leave request on his behalf, and then left early.
Exiting Tianmeng Science University and standing at the bus station, it was precisely 7:30.
Yan Junze quickly boarded a bus, heading towards the heart of Tianmeng District.
Tianmeng University, as the best university in the entire Tianmeng area, was located at the opposite end of the city from Tianmeng Science University.
After entering the city, Yan Junze switched buses, spent another half an hour reaching the starting station of the bus to Meng University, and then took that bus for almost fifty minutes, finally getting off at the main gate of Meng University.
By the time he arrived at his destination, it was almost 10 in the morning.
Tianmeng University, being the top academic institution in Tianmeng, had a main gate that appeared exceptionally grand and imposing. Looking inside from the gate, one could see trees providing shade, birds singing among the flowers, marble fountains, jade carvings, and further in, a glimpse of a row of pure white, elegant and majestic buildings.
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