My roommate, Scarlet, claimed her skin was so delicate she could only wear silk. On the day of our physical fitness test, she "accidentally" spilled coffee into her closet. Scarlet cried frantically, "Waaah~ It's all my fault for being so clumsy and ruining all my clothes! Do I really have to wear this silk nightgown to the fitness test? But I'm so embarrassed~" Unable to bear seeing Scarlet so anxious, I lent her the expensive silk sportswear I had just bought. Scarlet completed the test smoothly. Unexpectedly, a girl from the class next door went viral for wearing a nightgown to the test. Not only was she dubbed "The Most Beautiful College Student" online, but she also won the favor of the rich campus heartthrob. Scarlet was consumed by jealousy: "It's all your fault, you bitch, for meddling! Otherwise, all of this would have been mine!" She heated a curling iron until it was scalding hot and branded every inch of my skin. I was tortured to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the fitness test. 1 I woke up screaming in agony, my body drenched in cold sweat. My fingers instinctively touched my arm. It should have been covered in hideous burn scars, but right now, it was as smooth as ever. "Sarah, you're awake?" A sickeningly sweet voice came from the opposite bunk. Scarlet was applying makeup in front of the mirror, a steaming cup of coffee on her desk. "What's wrong? You look terrible." Scarlet turned around, tilting her head to look at me, her big eyes blinking, looking utterly harmless. "Nothing, just a bad dream." I forced myself to calm down and started getting dressed and making my bed. Scarlet continued to hum and apply makeup, occasionally stealing glances at me through the mirror. I knew what she was waiting for. She was waiting for that carefully designed "accident." Sure enough, as I prepared to go wash up, an exaggerated scream came from behind me. "Ah!" Scarlet "slipped" and knocked over her coffee cup. The dark brown liquid splashed precisely into her open closet. She frantically grabbed tissues to wipe it, only smearing the coffee stains even more. In my past life, I would have already rushed over to help her save her clothes. Now, I just watched her performance coldly. "Waaah~ It's all my fault for being so clumsy! I ruined all my clothes!" Scarlet's tears came instantly: "What should I do? Do I really have to wear this silk nightgown to the fitness test? But I'm so embarrassed~" The exact same lines as before, even the tone was identical. She tugged at the creamy white silk nightgown she was wearing. The neckline was just low enough to be both innocent and seductive. My other two roommates, Maya and Chloe, busied themselves with their own things. They had no intention of responding. Living together for six months, they had long seen through Scarlet's "pick-me" nature. Only I, with my incredible denseness, had foolishly treated Scarlet as a best friend. Seeing I didn't respond immediately, Scarlet cried even harder: "Sarah, why aren't you saying anything? Boohoo... It's all because my skin is too sensitive and I can only wear silk. Even if you lent me clothes, I couldn't wear them. But if I wear a nightgown to the test, those gross guys will definitely stare at me. It's so annoying!" 2 I looked at her hypocritical face, my stomach churning. Scarlet had put on a full face of makeup today, curled her hair, and even had an exquisite French manicure. Does this look like someone panicked over ruining their clothes? It was clearly a carefully planned performance. But in my past life, I was deceived by her pitiful act. I unhesitatingly took out the expensive designer silk sportswear I had just spent over three thousand dollars on and lent it to her. At the time, Scarlet's expression stiffened, and she hesitated to take it. I naively thought she was still upset about her ruined clothes. I not only held her hand and comforted her for a long time but also offered to pay for dry cleaning all her stained clothes. Looking back now, Scarlet looked upset because I ruined her plan. After completing the fitness test in my sportswear, she turned around and bragged everywhere that she bought it herself. When she returned the clothes to me, there were several unremovable oil stains on them. On that same day, I went to the dry cleaners to pick up her clothes. Only to learn from the clerk that Scarlet's clothes weren't real silk at all, but cheap imitation silk. In other words, her so-called "delicate skin" was just a persona she created. But to protect her privacy, I didn't say anything and pretended not to know. Ironically, a girl from the class next door happened to wear a nightgown to the test that day and accidentally went viral. Not only did she become an overnight sensation as "The Most Beautiful College Student," but she also attracted the attention of the rich campus heartthrob. When Scarlet found out, she went mad with jealousy and vented all her anger on me. "It's all your fault, you bitch, for meddling! Otherwise, all of this would have been mine!" She took advantage of the holidays when the other two roommates went home early, tied me to the bed in the middle of the night. She heated a curling iron until it was scalding hot and branded every inch of my skin, torturing me all night long. I screamed in agony, but she laughed maniacally. "Keep that bitch mouth shut in your next life! Now die!!" In the end, I was tortured to death in excruciating pain. Afterward, Scarlet staged the scene as an accidental fire. She not only got away scot-free but also received consolation money from the school. And I ended up with no remains. Hatred surged within me. I bit my lower lip hard until I tasted blood before letting go. In this life, I won't help again. I will make her eat her own evil fruit and be doomed forever! 3 I feigned concern and asked, "So what do you plan to do?" Scarlet bit her lower lip, her eyes flickering: "Actually... wearing a nightgown isn't impossible, it's just a bit embarrassing... But for the test, I guess I have to endure it." Hearing her pretentious answer, I almost laughed out loud. She bought this nightgown just last week; it's hard not to suspect it was specially prepared for the fitness test. "Scarlet, actually, I think wearing a nightgown to the test is fine." Scarlet was visibly stunned: "W-what?" I pretended to be sincere: "Look, your nightgown is silk, comfortable and breathable, perfect for exercise. And..." I paused and lowered my voice: "I heard Liam, the senior, will be supervising the test today!" At the mention of Liam's name, Scarlet's eyes visibly lit up. Liam was not only the president of the Student Union Sports Department and the recognized campus heartthrob, but his family was also a famous real estate developer in the city. Countless girls in school had a crush on him, and Scarlet was naturally no exception. "But... wouldn't that be too flashy?" Scarlet was still pretending to hesitate. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I continued to fan the flames: "How could it be? You're so pretty, others will only envy you. Maybe Senior Liam will even notice you." Scarlet pretended to lower her head shyly: "Oh, don't say that~ Then I'll go change my shoes, these slippers don't match." From the corner of my eye, I saw her change into a pair of delicate small heels. She casually picked up her perfume and sprayed it on herself a few times. Before leaving, Scarlet stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully adjusting the neckline and hem of her nightgown. A triumphant smile hung on her lips, completely devoid of the panic and helplessness from earlier. "I'm leaving now~" Scarlet blew us a kiss and walked out, swaying her hips. As soon as she left, Maya immediately leaned over: "Sarah, why did you encourage her to wear that out today? That's not like you." I smiled faintly: "Do you think her spilling coffee today was a real accident?" Maya's eyes widened: "You mean...?" I nodded and whispered, "She did it on purpose. Why should I spoil her fun?" Before leaving the dorm, I sent a message to the class gossip, Laura. "Big news at the fitness test field. Girl wearing a silk nightgown. Come quick." Laura was a campus influencer with tens of thousands of followers and loved filming sensational videos. Didn't Scarlet want to be famous? This time, I'll grant her wish. 4 On the track field, Scarlet's appearance indeed caused a sensation. She wore that silk nightgown, the hem fluttering as she walked, revealing her fair thighs. She pretended to be shy, lowering her head, but deliberately slowed her pace to ensure everyone noticed her. Boys glanced sideways frequently, while girls whispered. "Holy crap, is she here for a fitness test or a fashion show?" "Which class is she from? Wearing a nightgown to a fitness test, isn't that too slutty?" "Those legs, damn!" Hearing the discussions, Scarlet pretended to be flustered on the surface, but her eyes scanned the crowd triumphantly. She enjoyed the attention, unaware that fate had begun to deviate from her envisioned track. Because I saw Laura already holding up her phone to record. The PE teacher was also attracted by the commotion and walked over with a dark face: "Student Scarlet! What are you wearing?" Scarlet put on an innocent look: "Teacher, I accidentally dirty my sportswear, so I can only wear this." "Nonsense!" The teacher scolded sternly: "How can you test dressed like this? Go back and change!" "Teacher~" Scarlet started to act coquettish, her usual trick: "Just let it slide this once, I promise it won't affect the test." But the PE teacher was a serious middle-aged woman who despised this frivolous behavior: "Either go back and change, or be marked as absent!" Quite a few students had gathered to watch the drama, and some started snickering. Scarlet's face turned red and white; clearly, she didn't expect this situation. Just then, the crowd suddenly stirred. Liam walked over with a few Sports Department members. Scarlet's eyes lit up. She immediately adjusted her posture, pulling down the nightgown strap slightly to reveal more skin. "Senior." She called out delicately, her voice sweet enough to drip honey. Liam frowned and looked at her: "Student, please observe the fitness test discipline." "I just..." Scarlet wanted to defend herself, but a loud voice interrupted her.
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