Chapter 6 Have You Lost Your Mind

• He never once looked back at her.
• That day, Chauncey seemed somewhat different.
• “Chauncey, what exactly happened? Did Roxanne upset you?”
• As soon as Mitchell arrived in the classroom, he took the seat right next to Chauncey.
• Chauncey nudged him. “Don't sit here. Get up!”
• This seat is reserved for Natalie.
• What if she sees someone sitting here later and decides she doesn't want to sit here anymore?
• The fact that he had been reincarnated had become a reality.
• He was afraid that something unforeseen might happen.
• Mitchell completely disregarded his words and plopped himself down without a second thought.
• “Tell me what happened first. Do you need me to apologize to Roxanne on your behalf?”
• Chauncey gave him an annoyed glance. “Mitchell, don't you think I look like some sort of animal, constantly chasing after Roxanne every day?”
• “Huh? What animal?”
• Chauncey playfully stuck out his tongue.
• In that era, the term “lapdog” had not yet come into existence.
• “A dog?”
• Mitchell scratched his head, recalling Chauncey's daily displays of attentiveness.
• “You do look like one.”
• “Yeah, so I've decided not to pursue Roxanne anymore.”
• “Huh?”
• “I don't want to be a lapdog.”
• In this life, Chauncey simply yearned to live honorably as a regular person. He sought genuine affection and a blissfully happy family.
• That was Chauncey's wish.
• “The term 'lapdog' suits you well, Chauncey. It's quite fitting for you...”
• Mitchell gave a thumbs up, only to catch Chauncey's glare that could kill. He quickly responded with a sheepish grin.
• “But Chauncey, even though I don't quite understand what you're saying, I feel like you're making sense. I've got your back!”
• “Thanks, but dude”—Chauncey looked him up and down—”I think you need to lose some weight!”
• At eighteen, Mitchell, standing five feet six, already weighed one hundred and seventy-six pounds.
• He was genuinely quite overweight.
• Mitchell was taken aback. “What are you talking about? That's too hard. Why are you suddenly acting like my mom? I can't give up my cola, chips, and ice cream. We're done being friends!”
• He darted back to his seat as if he was terrified that Chauncey would actually make him go on a diet.
• Chauncey was rendered speechless.
• At that moment, the school bell rang for class.
• Chauncey quickly straightened up, but after a moment of thought, he felt something was off. Swiftly, he snatched a roll of paper from Mitchell's desk and diligently wiped the table and chair next to him.
• Due to his constant inattentiveness, mischief, and talking during class, the teacher had Chauncey sit alone at a table in the very back row.
• He didn't have a seatmate.
• It was precisely for this reason that Natalie was arranged to be by his side.
• “Chauncey, have you lost your mind?”
• Mitchell found Chauncey's behavior puzzling. It wasn't just once that Chauncey had acted out of character that day.
• “Quiet!”
• The homeroom teacher, Janice Willowby, entered the classroom dressed in a short down jacket paired with a mid-length skirt, her feet clad in high-heeled ankle boots.
• The students let out a collective gasp of disbelief.
• Chauncey also lifted his head.
• As he took in Janice's appearance, he was taken aback.
• In his memory, Janice was always dressed simply in a shirt, jeans, and white sneakers, never wearing makeup.
• That day, she actually wore lipstick.
• In his previous life, Chauncey had whistled the loudest.
• But that day, he quickly looked behind Janice.
• A young girl stood there, trying to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, her thin frame resembling a paper cutout.
• Just as when they first met in their previous life, she was carrying a patched-up grey-pink backpack, wearing a school uniform that was a size too large for her frame.
• With her hands nervously clasped together and her head bowed low, she trod cautiously.
• Her complexion was fair, but due to her thinness, she appeared somewhat sickly.
• With large black-rimmed glasses and thick bangs, her features were almost impossible to discern.
• Natalie!
• A sudden realization struck Chauncey as he recalled his previous life. He remembered her small figure, curled up and sobbing in a corner after she had arranged his funeral.
• How he wished he could pull her into his embrace at that time.