To Live Again, For the First Time!

"Did you see her?"

"My gosh. Who didn't? That's our campus's ice belle!"

As she walked through the school campus, people would open up a path to let her walk through while murmurs would erupt throughout the crowd.

The young lady whose name was in the mouth of all who saw her walked with a poker face. Many noticed that her poker face in fact contained a small smile, which more often than not made her look even more chilly and unapproachable.

The times where it didn't, her stern aura compensated for.

Even though everyone was wearing the same plaid uniform, the way she carried herself made her seem like she was wearing silk robes, walking the runway.

"What kind of skincare does she use? Why is her skin so damn perfect?" Someone murmured to the person next to them.

It was not an exaggeration to say nearly all of the people in the school have had the same thought on previous occasions, and some would still have the same thoughts now.

The girl who was at the center of everyone's attention walked as if she couldn't care less about the people talking about her.

Her pitch-black hair was tied into a clean ponytail as it swayed at her every step. The color of her hair further accentuated her hazel eyes and pink full lips. Her thick eyebrows adding to the depth of her face.

Even after entering the school building, the conversations didn't stop.

The layout of the school buildings was in a reverse 'U' shape, with 3 floors each. Two towers were built where one of the buildings met another.

The bell from the bell tower rang, signaling the start of morning classes, to which anyone who wasn't in class within the next 10 minutes would be late.

The classroom that had been bustling with various ongoing conversations quickly became silent to the appearance of a single student.

She walked to her seat in her homeroom class that was next to the windows in the middle column and placed her bag on the floor next to the wall.

Honestly, her entrance had a better effect than any teacher would ever be able to produce by themselves. The lack of any sound continued until the teacher came in seconds later.

"Ah I see that everyone has settled down, we can start with roll call." Ms. Dimsum said, knowing full well that she would not have such an easy time if she were to wait any longer.

The roll call was conducted in alphabetical order of last names. As Ms. Dimsum reached the end of the list of around 36 names, the students became increasingly louder.

Yet when a certain name was called, silence would always follow.

"Emilin Wei" Ms. Dimsum was also, long accustomed to this reaction. Of course, it wasn't always like this, but as a teacher who had taught this class for over half a year now, this situation was already common.

"Here" The young girl with the raven hair turned her head to face the teacher, her voice was as clear as a wind chime at a summer house and as melodic as a grand piano on the greatest stage. Her classmates would look at her, before quickly looking away.

"Theodore Wei" Ms. Dimsum followed.

"He'll be coming next period," Emilin said, before turning her head back to the window. The view was of a mountain that was behind the school buildings, which was mostly a restricted area.

"Okay then." After a few more names were called, classes started.

Emilin would never open her mouth unless the teacher had an extremely troublesome question that no one else had been able to solve. Then the teacher would have to resort to asking her.

Emilin would say the answer and explain how to reach that answer in a concise way that was easy to understand, and no one would doubt her answers.

She would then promptly shut her mouth and sit down as if her words were in fact worth more than gold, which led many to not want to trouble her to speak more.

Leading to the current situation, where she could only be admired, but never approached.

Theodore was in a similar yet vastly different situation.

He was equally admired, his locker used to be constantly stuffed with letters and chocolates. It was early on when he decided to get a lock, but that didn't stop the letters from coming. In fact, the number seemed to increase after the addition of the lock.

What Theo didn't know was that when the lock was absent, some of the letters were thrown out by the people who opened the locker to either put their own letters.

The only ones that remained were either from people who were either confident and didn't believe others were competition or too scared to throw the items away. The remaining people were the ones who didn't open the locker to stuff letters in.

Now that the locker was locked, these girls had to compensate by sending more letters, plus they wouldn't be thrown out because Theodore was the only one who could open his own locker.

This led to an influx of letters and Theo's complete befuddlement.

These letters were obviously not all love letters, but of course, there were some in the mix.

There were letters ranged from, being asked to join some club to congratulating him for his test scores, in other words, these girls found just about any reason to talk to him or write to him.

None of them had his number so they couldn't text him and Theodore absolutely refused to give any of them his number after past experiences.

He did have a separate phone for schoolwork in case of group projects, but that was on mute when it was not used, and his school email would block out anyone he deemed to be spam.

The people who tried to send him unnecessary emails were "spam-zoned".

Emilin had also gotten various gifts at first.

She didn't really understand the concept of the confession letter and when she asked her brothers, they told her that the people sending her such letter as well as the boys who asked her to talk alone, because of "something private" were in fact perverts that want to beat her up inside and out and to stay far, far away from them.

Emilin of course knew this wasn't entirely true, but she still listened to her brothers, because they care for her most.

It's not like she wanted to start dating either, not that she could at all. If she had those kinds of social skills, she'd already have friends...

As for the food that was sent, she ate it all.

Emilin fell in love when she first got a taste of food, more specifically desserts when she was reborn. She was finally able to taste the joy that was food, and man was it a 'hallelujah' moment.

Though she ate the snacks given to her the boys realized that they shouldn't have any other thoughts after being threatened on various occasions by Theodore.

Yet, what the brothers didn't expect was that after the first wave of people that would give Emilin snacks, larger waves came, all aiming for her locker too.

This time, however, a large portion came from other girls.

Some of them wanted to get closer to their "future sister-in-law" and after a while, these people started to enjoy feeding Emilin. They sometimes even competed to see who would be able to give Emilin the best snacks. They competed to see who could guess her taste buds best.

Emilin had a strictly no-wasting food policy, but the amount of time she took to eat the food, as well as her expression, would tell you how much she liked it.

If she ate it really slow and had a bad expression then she really hated it, sometimes she would pass those to Theodore. That would be followed by straight up passing it on after taking a quick bite if she hadn't tried it before and passing it on to 'Trashcan Theo'. Then it would be fast-eating paise with a smile and finally slowly savoring speeds.

Anyways, that had long become a tradition, and Emilin would just follow along. She of course didn't lock her locker, she didn't really have anything worth stealing and no one would dare take the snacks placed there, because anything missing would be promptly noticed as everyone bet to see who brought the best snack. Plus, it was always a plus to get on the good side of the smartest student in the class.

Though Emilin loved food, she was very picky. Everyone would usually just get the snacks over the weekend and they would last the week. She would just place the snacks under her desk when she finished for the day.

Today, however, after the first period was over, she did not take out the snack bag.

She was just looking straight at the classroom door as if waiting for someone. The people who were waiting to watch the show were confused. That confusion quickly dissipated when they saw a figure walking through the door.

It was Theodore.

They all looked in understanding, but Emilin felt that something was off.

Theodore had yet to enter the classroom when he tilted his head back to look to his right. It was then that the people were able to see that there was in fact another figure beside him who was now walking in the classroom, both hands carrying something as he walked in.

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