The Comments That Saved My Life

Summary

I was being framed for shoplifting by the campus convenience store owner.

Just as he reached out to "search" me—a thin excuse to rip my clothes off—I raised a wooden stick in rage, ready to smash this dump to pieces.

But suddenly, a barrage of crystal-clear comments floated right in front of my eyes, stopping me cold.

(Nora! Stop! Don’t smash anything! He’s trying to provoke you on purpose!)

(Trust us, we’re here to help. This creep took money from the principal to humiliate you. If you trash the store, they’ll call the cops, you’ll get a record, and you’ll be expelled...)