Back to Eighteen, I Met My Teenage Son Instead of My Ex

Summary

Back at eighteen, I found myself sitting next to the school rebel once again.

He still hated studying. He spent classes sleeping, skipped school to play basketball, and slipped away to the local internet cafe the second he got a chance.

Unlike my past life, I didn't chase after him to nag.

Until one day, I caught a glimpse of the parent signature on his test paper. Two elegant, sweeping words caught my eye: John.

I froze in my tracks.

So, John's son and mine was already this big?