The Classmate I Met on the Register Was My Rival

Jiang Jue had one last life to spend, and he spent it hiding a broken master’s method inside his own bones. Mocked at the school hall and handed a rusted punishment tablet for a debt he never deserved, he kept his head down while his stitches hid clues that others could not read. Then he found a dead tool case, a strange old method, and the first real sign that his body still remembered a path his teacher never wrote down. Every time he breathed, the old cycle tightened around him. Every time he sewed, he risked leaving a mark someone could trace. The empty spirit lantern sewn into his robe kept him alive through hunger and cold, but it also reminded him that he had no room left for mistakes...