**Chapter 2:**
We continued our journey to school, my siblings blissfully unaware of the turmoil within me. Along the way, my eyes caught sight of a familiar face – Ethan, a bully from my past. The memories of his torment and cruelty flooded back, igniting a burning desire for retribution. However, for the sake of my mission, I restrained my emotions, focusing on the task at hand.
As we approached the school, another figure caught my attention – Mu Feng. He had been a victim of Ethan's bullying, yet destiny had other plans for him. In the aftermath of the impending disaster, Mu Feng would rise as one of the strongest individuals. A peculiar sense of hope flickered within me as I witnessed the resilience of those who had suffered.
"Sai, what the hell are you doing? We need to get to school," my sister's voice snapped me back to the present. "Okay, I'm coming," I replied, pushing aside thoughts of vengeance for the time being.
Upon reaching the school, the atmosphere buzzed with the anticipation of a new academic year. It was my first day of middle school, coinciding with my older sister's initiation into high school. The air was charged with both excitement and apprehension.
As I received my class schedule, I couldn't shake off the sense of responsibility that weighed on me. The impending disaster loomed, and every action seemed to carry an added significance. My focus on altering the future was unwavering, but the challenges of navigating the intricacies of high school life demanded attention as well.
The day unfolded, a blend of academic routines and interpersonal dynamics. After completing my first three classes, I witnessed a familiar scene that reignited the flame of my past – Ethan and his gang bullying Mu Feng. The instinct to intervene surged within me, fueled by a desire to rectify the injustices of the past.
Approaching the scene, I confronted Ethan, "Hey, Ethan, stop right there." His response, laced with hostility, only fueled my determination. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size, Ethan?" I challenged. The confrontation escalated, leading to a scheduled fight behind the school after classes.
The clock ticked towards 3:25, the appointed hour for the confrontation. I called my mother, assuring her of my late return. "Mom, I've got some stuff to handle after school. I'll be home late," I informed her. "Okay, make sure to be safe," she replied, concern evident in her voice.
The confrontation unfolded as anticipated. I faced Ethan and his gang with a confidence born from years of martial arts training. Each move was calculated, a dance of skill and strategy. The satisfaction of seeing justice served mingled with the underlying purpose of my presence in this timeline – to alter the course of events and avert the impending catastrophe.
After the confrontation, I returned home, the weight of my actions settling on my shoulders. Dinner was ready, a moment of normalcy amid the chaos. Once the meal concluded, I retreated to my room, a sacred space where I documented future events that could shape the world. The book containing this vital information was secured in a safe, guarded by a complex password.
As I closed my eyes, the events of the day replayed in my mind. The journey to rewrite the future had only just begun, and each step carried the weight of destiny.
*End of Chapter 2.*