I saw a girl from the arts class being assaulted by a guy in a weird costume. I stepped in, saved her, and called the cops. The next day, she claimed I was the assaulter. She even said I forced her to give a false statement the day before. Later, I was taken away by the police, losing my guaranteed admission to Yale. My father, who had a disabled leg, wrote a blood letter to prove my innocence and committed suicide in front of the girl's house. Because of insufficient evidence, I was eventually released, but I lost my Yale admission and missed the college entrance exams. My life was effectively over. I lived in a daze for six months until I saw that same girl walking hand-in-hand with the real assaulter. Filled with rage, I rushed over to confront her, asking why she repaid kindness with enmity. The assaulter shoved me, and I was hit by a speeding car. When I woke up again, I was back on the night of the incident. 1 "Don't touch me, or I'll scream!" "Help! Help me!" "Someone, please save me?!" I should be dead. Why could I still hear those cries for help from six months ago? In the flowerbed not far away, a man in a bizarre costume was assaulting a pitiful woman. The scene wasn't just familiar; it was identical. I stood dazed by the roadside. A sedan flashed its hazard lights and honked, snapping me out of my trance. I quickly moved to the other side. In my past life, I saw Layla Jones from the arts class being assaulted. My sense of justice exploded, and I rushed over, throwing my backpack at the guy's head. Clutching his head with one hand and pulling up his pants with the other, the man cursed as he left, not forgetting to threaten me: "Lucas Reed from Class 1, right? I'll remember you. Just you wait!" It turned out to be the school bully, Brody Carter. I didn't take his threat seriously. I took off my shirt to cover Layla, comforted her traumatized soul, and encouraged her to call the police. When I got home, I told my dad about my heroic deed. Dad had his leg broken years ago for being a Good Samaritan, but he never regretted it. He patted my shoulder with pride and said, "That's my son. Good job." But the next day during class, Layla brought the police to arrest me. True to her acting major, she cried her heart out, looking utterly pitiful. "Yesterday, it was Lucas Reed who assaulted me. He threatened to kill my whole family if I dared to tell anyone." She wiped her tears, looking at me with hatred. "The worst part is he played the hero, forcing me to lie and say he saved me. He even wanted my family to present him with a banner in front of the whole school." I felt like I'd been hit with a club, completely stunned. It wasn't until I was taken away in the police car that I reacted. "It wasn't me! I chased that guy away and comforted you. How can you betray me like this?" Her eyes were red as she started crying again. "A girl's purity is the most important thing. I wouldn't joke about this." Everyone thought she made sense. 2 I became the rapist everyone wanted to beat. Rumors spread like wildfire, especially since almost everyone sided with her, the "vulnerable victim." Netizens cyberbullied me and my dad. They even claimed my dad's past act of heroism was only because he knew the kid was from a rich family and wanted a reward. I lost my guaranteed admission to Yale and was expelled from school. Dad wrote a letter in his own blood and committed suicide in front of Layla's house. Public opinion exploded, and the heat rose. The police reopened the investigation, and I was acquitted due to lack of evidence. But no university wanted me, and more importantly, I had lost the father I depended on. I lived in a daze for six months. At the entrance of an apartment complex, I saw Layla walking hand-in-hand with Brody, the real assaulter. Filled with rage, I rushed over to confront her. "I'm just a nobody. Can I fight against the heir of the Carter Corporation?" "If I didn't do as he said, my whole family would die. I couldn't resist, so I had to frame you." I screamed, "Do you know you destroyed my entire life?" "Aren't you alive and well? So what if you went to Yale? You'd just end up working for rich people anyway." "But my dad is dead!" She showed no remorse. "Everyone dies eventually. Earlier death just means earlier reincarnation." Enraged, I strangled her. Brody, who hadn't spoken, grabbed my collar. "Pauper, don't touch my girlfriend!" He shoved me hard. I stumbled into the path of a speeding car, hit the curb, and died instantly. Hearing the cries for help nearby now, I smiled. I wouldn't be stupid this time. 3 I arrived at the night market. Dad was serving customers at his grilled cold noodle stand. I hurried over to help. Mom died giving birth to me, and Dad never remarried. After his leg was broken, no company wanted him, and he refused help from the person he saved. He set up this stall every night to support my education. Seeing Dad's thin, busy figure, my heart ached. In my last life, I caused your death. Not this time. I will turn things around, go to the best university, get the best job, and let you enjoy a peaceful old age. But things didn't go exactly as I hoped. The next day at the school gate, Layla grabbed me and slapped me hard. "Why didn't you save me last night?" I took a deep breath and slapped her back. I'm a guy, and I hit hard. She was stunned, covering her face. "You... you dare hit me back?" "I'm not a doormat. Just because you hit me doesn't mean I have to take it." "Why didn't you help me yesterday?" "I don't know what you're talking about. Class is starting soon. Please stop bothering me." I looked cold and distant, hugging my books and walking inside. She rushed from behind, grabbed my books, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them. "Are you in cahoots with him? Were you keeping watch for him?" "Disgusting people like you who don't help deserve to die just like him!" I pushed her away and bent down to pick up my books. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Because you didn't help, my purity is ruined forever! Don't you know you were wrong?" She vented all her frustration on me, charging like a mad bull to push me down and scratch my face. Naturally, I didn't give her the chance. I used my hands and feet to push her away. Furious, she charged again. Passing students rushed over to separate us and called the Dean. 4 The Dean was tall, dark, and imposing. Students were terrified of him. Just standing there was enough to silence everyone. In my past life, everyone doubted me, but he was the only one who comforted my bewildered father. His sharp eyes swept over us. "What is this? The SATs are in a month. Are you trying to stop everyone from studying?" "Lucas has been guaranteed admission. What about you? You didn't get a guarantee, and you only got an art qualification for a third-rate college. What are you making a fuss about?" Layla immediately got angry and acted aggrieved. "Dean, even though I'm an art student, I want to study hard too. You can't cover for Lucas just because he's going to Yale!" "Cover? I won't cover for anyone. Come to my office and explain yourselves!" In the office, Layla embellished the story of last night. "So you mean, Lucas realized you were being assaulted but ignored it. You were resentful, so you blocked him at the school gate this morning, leading to an argument?" Layla nodded. I said, "First, I didn't hear any cries for help. Second, even if I did and knew it was you, saving you is a kindness, not saving you is my right. Now you're trying to morally kidnap me? Is there no justice?" Thinking of what she did in my past life, I added, "You didn't catch the culprit, so now you're turning around to say I'm the assaulter, right?" I wanted to block her path before she could take it. Layla's face turned red, and she shouted, "You scumbag! How can you think of me like that? And you call yourself a top student going to Yale? You're worse than a pig!" "No matter how angry you get, I don't know about things I didn't see, and I won't admit to things I didn't do." Furious, she rushed over to scratch me... The Dean shouted coldly, "Enough! If you can't clear this up, call the police! Idle hands do the devil's work. Look at the time, act your age." Perhaps the Dean just said it casually, but Layla's face turned pale, her hands trembling. "If I call the police, my life is over."
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