Reborn back to the senior high school classroom, I keep my mouth tightly closed. The class monitor runs around the classroom holding a mobile phone saying AI has connected to the government system and can print exam admission tickets ten days in advance! Exam rooms can be chosen at will! The whole class is boiling. In my past life, I rushed up and roared that this was fake. As a result, I was resented by the whole class to death. The class monitor messed up the exam and blamed me, and the top students cornered me in the toilet to push, shove and hurl insults. On that rainy night, I jumped down from the fifth floor. In this life, when she takes out the AI exam admission ticket stamped with an electronic official seal, I take the lead in applauding. Then I silently open the official website and print the real one. Warm ending with no bad guidance