It just seemed that his image in Helen Carter's mind had already become extremely poor, and trying to redeem it would probably be very difficult.

Very soon, William Clark gave a carefree laugh. Now that his body had reverted to seventeen years old, his mindset had changed as well. He actually started to care about what Helen Carter thought of him. But that was just a dream from his youth—when the dream ends, all of this will become the past. Helen Carter was never really the same kind of person as him; the two of them would never walk the same path.

But... even though his body was now seventeen, he had been reborn. Was he really going to walk the same old road as before?

Obviously not. So why couldn't he walk the same path as this Helen Carter, catch up to her, and make up for the regrets of his youth...?

Chapter 009: Fury

A short man in his fifties walked into the classroom, his face stern as he looked around. He was the teacher in charge of the dormitories at the school. William Clark only remembered his surname was Zhang, but had completely forgotten his given name.

There weren't many teachers that William Clark could remember, and the reason he remembered this Mr. Bolton was that, although he was not young, he had a very bad temper. If anyone broke the rules in the dormitory, he would give them a severe scolding, no matter if you were a good student or a bad one, whether you had connections at home or not.

Because of his fairness, although the students often complained about his strictness, not a single person actually disliked him. Back in high school, the person who criticized William Clark the most was not his homeroom teacher or any other subject teacher, but this dormitory supervisor, Mr. Bolton.

There was another very important reason: when William Clark was in his second year of high school, this Mr. Bolton suddenly died of a cerebral hemorrhage, which left all the boarding students sighing for quite some time. So when William Clark saw Mr. Bolton now, he immediately felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Mr. Bolton looked around, then prepared to leave. But just as he reached the door, he suddenly stumbled, quickly grabbing the door frame for support, his face contorted in pain, and then his body went limp and he collapsed to the floor.

The dozen or so students in the room immediately cried out in alarm and rushed over.

“Mr. Bolton! Mr. Bolton! What’s wrong?”

“Mr. Bolton, say something! Where do you feel unwell?”

“Ah! Mr. Bolton is vomiting—did he drink too much?”

At this moment, Mr. Bolton was lying on the ground, vomiting a pile of filth from his mouth, his eyes tightly shut, and his hands trembling uncontrollably.

None of the students had ever seen anything like this before, and they panicked like ants on a hot pan, only knowing to shout frantically.

Helen Carter and Emily Thompson also ran over at this point, squatting down to shake Mr. Bolton, anxiously saying, “Mr. Bolton, say something! What’s wrong? Wuwu... Hurry... hurry and get Mr. Bolton to the hospital!” Helen Carter looked up at the boys around her, her eyes full of a plea for help.

That look for help from Helen Carter was even more powerful than Mr. Bolton's illness. A figure immediately rushed to Helen Carter's side, patted his chest, and said, “Helen Carter, I’ll carry Mr. Bolton to the hospital.” His name was James Sutton, tall and good-looking, and had always been one of Helen Carter's pursuers. Now that he had a chance to show off, he certainly wouldn’t let it slip by.

“Okay, okay! Hurry and carry Mr. Bolton!” Helen Carter nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of gratitude.

“No problem, I’m strong—it won’t even take twenty minutes to get to the hospital.” James Sutton immediately squatted down. Although the filth around Mr. Bolton's mouth was disgusting, in order to impress Helen Carter, he grabbed Mr. Bolton's arm, while Helen Carter and a few other classmates hurriedly helped lift Mr. Bolton onto James Sutton's back.

When Mr. Bolton collapsed, William Clark was stunned. In his previous life, Mr. Bolton had died at school, in his very own class. But at that time, he had been out playing games with Brian Cooper, and only heard about it when he returned. Now, since he hadn’t gone out with Brian Cooper, he witnessed the whole thing happen right before his eyes.

Wait! A cerebral hemorrhage is an acute condition, but the Fourth High School is very close to the hospital. If they called an ambulance, it would only take six or seven minutes to arrive—there should be enough time to save him. Normally, Mr. Bolton shouldn’t have died. Was there some other reason?

At that moment, William Clark suddenly realized, seeing how they were handling Mr. Bolton, and it hit him like a thunderbolt—he had found the cause of Mr. Bolton's death. He shot to his feet and shouted, “Stop!” then rushed over at top speed.

But the dozen or so people were already in chaos and didn’t pay any attention to William Clark. If this went on, they would end up killing Mr. Bolton. In his previous life, he hadn’t understood, but now that he knew how to save him, if he couldn’t do it, he would never forgive himself.

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to stop?!” William Clark shouted again, this time much closer, so everyone heard him. For a moment, they all stopped and looked at William Clark.

James Sutton was stunned for a second, then angrily said, “William Clark, what’s wrong with you? Hurry up and help us get Mr. Bolton to the hospital! Why are you shouting like a madman?” As he spoke, he tried again to lift Mr. Bolton onto his back.