On the day the college entrance exam scores were released, right after receiving a call from the Harvard admissions office, I turned around and jumped into the lake to end my life. All because the night before the exam, the school bully who had been harassing me for a long time told me he could read minds. He insisted on betting with me that he could read my mind and get into Harvard too. "Sophie, if I don't get in, I'll pay for your sister's kidney transplant. But if I do, you let me and my boys have fun with you for three months, for free." Thinking of my consistent first-place rankings in mock exams and my sister's exorbitant surgery fees, I gritted my teeth and agreed. Brad was always at the bottom of the class. I didn't believe he could get into Harvard like me. But on the day the scores came out, I discovered with horror that not only did he score 1580, but his score was exactly the same as mine! So that day, instead of becoming a Harvard student, I was dragged into an alley by the school bully and his thugs. Not only did I not get my sister's medical fees, but I was tortured until I was no longer human. My sister passed away due to the failed transplant. In despair, I dragged my broken body into the lake. Until my death, I couldn't understand how a failing school bully could score 1580, exactly the same as me? When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the college entrance exam. This time, I won't let him succeed again! 1 "Tomorrow is the SATs, everyone do your best!" Listening to the encouraging words of my classmates, I suddenly looked up. SATs tomorrow? Didn't I already take them? Not only did I take them, but I also lost my life because of it. Seeing the familiar classroom and the date on the wall, I was shocked to discover that I was reborn! Reborn to the day before the SATs! The nightmare hasn't happened yet; I still have a chance to change my destiny! However, just as my heart was surging with emotion, as soon as I walked out of the school gate, I was forcibly dragged into a corner nearby. School bully Brad pinned me against the wall, patting my cheek with his hand. His eyes were greedy, and his expression even greasier. "Beauty scholar, after the SATs, you're going to a good university, and we won't see each other again." I suppressed my nausea and tried to push him away, but he was too strong for me to move. In my past life, Brad had been harassing me, but with teachers protecting me at school, he never succeeded. But on the day before the SATs, he dragged me into an alley with bad intentions. After my strong resistance, he changed his mind and said to me: "Don't you look down on me because of my poor grades? But believe it or not, this time in the SATs, not only can I score 1580, I can get the exact same score as you." Brad was always the tail-ender. Of course, I didn't believe he could perform so extraordinarily in the SATs. Seeing my disbelief, Brad was even happier. "Then let's make a bet on whether I can get into Harvard! If I don't, I'll pay for your sister's kidney transplant. But if I do, you let me and my boys have fun with you for three months, for free." I broke out in a cold sweat at his words, but the conditions he offered were too tempting. I grew up in poverty, my parents died early, and I depended on my sister. But a while ago, my sister was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a transplant. A kidney source was available, but we didn't have the money for the surgery. Now, the hope for my sister's survival was right in front of me. Thinking of my consistent first-place rankings in mock exams and Brad's consistent last place, I decided to take a bold gamble and nodded in agreement. Brad left laughing loudly. I thought I had found a way to save my sister. But I didn't expect that when checking answers after the first day of exams, Brad could recite all my multiple-choice answers backwards, and even knew the essay materials I used for the English exam like the back of his hand. At that moment, I stood frozen in place, but Brad touched my face and grinned: "Let me tell you a secret. Actually, I practiced mind reading. I know all your thoughts clearly! So, whatever score you get, I get." Of course, I couldn't believe he had any mind-reading skills. So the next day, I held my breath, emptied my mind, wrote my thought process on paper, and completed the exam. But to my horror, when checking answers again, Brad's answers were still completely identical to mine. He even deliberately sighed in front of me: "Sophie, why were you so slow on the last physics question? You almost made me run out of time." This time, I completely collapsed. But the desperate things were yet to come. On the day of checking scores, my heart was about to jump out of my throat. But when the score popped up on the computer, I discovered with horror that Brad, who always had poor grades, not only scored 1580 like me but got exactly the same score. Soon, Brad walked up to me, held my face, and kissed it. "Let's go, Sophie. It's time for you to fulfill your promise." That day, teachers and students congratulated me and Brad on getting into Harvard. Everyone also marvelled at Brad's extraordinary performance, shocking everyone. But as soon as I walked out of the school gate, I was dragged into an alley by Brad and his hooligan friends. I cried and struggled, but they said I agreed to this myself. It wasn't until the early hours of the next day that I dragged my broken body out of the alley. And the hospital called to tell me that because the surgery fee wasn't paid, the kidney source was given to someone else, and my sister committed suicide in despair. Under various blows, my spirit completely collapsed. Wanting to wash myself clean, I resolutely jumped into the lake. Fortunately, heaven gave me a chance to start over. This time, I won't let Brad succeed again! 2 Everything was the same as in my past life. Brad still asked me to bet with him. After thinking for a long time, I gritted my teeth and nodded. "Okay, I'll bet with you!" Brad and his brothers laughed endlessly, as if I had already become their prey. And after I returned home, I immediately searched the internet non-stop for how to resist mind reading. People online said to keep a distance from mind readers. I remembered that during the SATs, Brad and I were not in the same exam room, so distance shouldn't be a problem. They also said some objects might be mediums for mind reading. I suddenly remembered that Brad had stuffed something into my pocket just now, so I quickly took it out. It was a wrapper from the gum he finished eating. Although I couldn't see anything magical about it, I still threw it far away. Now, I don't have anything related to him. This time, I shouldn't be read by Brad again, right? The next day, I arrived at the exam center early, just like in my past life. Seeing me, Brad was all smiles, pretending to hug me intimately, but actually whispering in my ear like a demon: "Sophie, don't forget what you promised me." I was startled, goosebumps rising all over my body. He patted my face and said encouragingly: "Sophie, you must do well in the exam. If you don't do well, how can I get into Harvard?" He left laughing, while my nails almost dug into the flesh of my palm. Having taken the exam once, I answered unusually smoothly this time. I had thrown away everything Brad gave me. Now, he shouldn't be able to write the same answers as me, right? After the first day of exams, as expected, classmates gathered to check answers again. Listening to them recite all the multiple-choice answers, I remained calm on the surface, but was joyful inside. Because my answers were completely consistent with the standard answers! This time, not only can I securely get into Harvard, but I might even get close to a perfect score! But just as I was about to leave, Brad suddenly grabbed my shoulder. He smiled and said to me: "Sophie, you did really well this time. You got all the multiple-choice questions right! But I think your essay wasn't good. What era is it to still use Shakespeare as material? So old-fashioned." Hearing his words, all the goosebumps on my body exploded, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down my forehead. Why, why does he still know all my answers, even whose poem I used in my essay! Clearly, this time my essay was completely different from my past life, and the materials were all new. I asked with chattering teeth: "How did you know?" "Told you, I can read minds." He left laughing loudly. Every laugh was an insult to my dignity. 3 The next day, I sat in the exam hall, lips pursed and face solemn. After the exam bell rang, everyone around me immediately started answering, afraid of wasting a second. But I sat straight without moving a bit. The proctor noticed my anomaly and came over to kindly remind me: "Student, the exam has started. Hurry up and answer the questions." But I nodded, yet my pen didn't move at all. I had already decided. Since whatever answers I wrote would be known by Brad, I might as well not write anything. I absolutely won't give him another chance to bully me! I looked at the sky, at the ground, at the leaves outside, just not at the exam paper. I don't believe he can know what my answers are this way. Sure enough, after the exam, before I even walked out of the exam hall, Brad rushed over like a madman. He came up and strangled my neck, roaring ferociously: "Why! Why didn't you write a single word! Are you crazy!" My face turned purple from his strangling, but for the first time, I showed a victorious smile: "Yes, I am crazy, so don't even think about copying a single answer from me again!" Our commotion attracted the attention of countless people in the corridor. The proctor pulled Brad away and asked in confusion: "How do you know Sophie turned in a blank paper?" Brad hesitated to speak, then flung the proctor away: "Is it any of your business to control me! Get lost!" Before leaving, he pointed at my nose and ordered viciously: "Let me tell you, for the last exam this afternoon, you must do well for me! Or you'll be sorry!" Classmates nearby whispered, not knowing what exactly happened between us. I tidied my clothes and left the exam hall with a normal expression. He told me to do well, but I refused. So for the second exam in the afternoon, I still turned in a blank paper. Despite the proctor's several attempts to persuade me, I remained unmoved. As expected after the exam, Brad appeared outside my classroom again. But this time, because teachers were protecting me, he couldn't come over to hurt me. Brad could only stare at me from a distance, sneering repeatedly: "Sophie, playing these little tricks with me is useless. My family has plenty of money. If I fail the exam, my parents can send me abroad! But you, a bumpkin, if you don't get into Harvard, your life is over!" I lowered my head and remained silent. When I went to the hospital to visit my sister, she firmly grasped my hand from the sickbed. "Sis, your school teacher called just now and said you turned in a blank paper for today's exam. Did... did you really turn in a blank paper?" I dared not look into my sister's eyes and fell into silence. I had been studying hard just to get into a good university and earn a good future for myself and my sister. So the college entrance exam was crucial for my family, and my sister cared a lot about how I did. The teacher once said that if I did well, I could get a scholarship. This way, even without the transplant surgery, my sister would have enough medical fees to live on. Seeing my sister's anxious look and red eyes, I nodded honestly. "Yes, I turned in blank papers for both exams today. But sister, don't worry, I will get the money for your transplant on time." My sister didn't understand, but seeing me speak with such certainty, she didn't ask further. Before leaving, my sister said to me again: "Sis, my life depends on you." I nodded heavily: "I know, sister. I won't let you down." 4 Soon, it was the day the exam scores were released. The school asked all of us to go to the computer lab to check our scores. But actually, I already knew roughly how much I would score. I did very well in English and Math on the first day; both subjects were close to full marks. But I turned in blank papers for Science and History on the second day, so they were glaring zeros. Adding up to a total of 1600, I scored 800. This result made everyone's jaws drop. In the classroom, the teacher looked at the computer screen in front of me, refreshing again and again. But no matter how many times it refreshed, it was 800. The teacher issued a desperate question: "Sophie, didn't you say you did very well? How come there are two zeros!" "You are the only hope for Harvard in our school. You... you are harming others and yourself!" And just then, from the other end of the classroom, came the exclamations of Brad's good friends. "Brad, how did you only score 800?" "Yeah, didn't you say you performed extraordinarily and could sprint for Harvard?" Hearing this score, my heart sank again. Why, why can Brad always score the same as me? Before I could figure it out, Brad had already rushed towards me from the other end of the classroom. Like a beast, he pounced on me directly from the chair, then strangled my neck tightly and punched my face. "Sophie, you bitch! You harmed me! You will die a bad death!" The crazy Brad surprised everyone present. The teachers wanted to pull him away, but he was so strong that for a moment, everyone couldn't do anything about him. Lying on the ground, watching the hysterical Brad in front of me, I couldn't help feeling happy inside. Two lifetimes, and I finally won against him once! "Brad, the bet is over. I won. You should pay up." Seeing me smile, Brad laughed instead: "Haha Sophie, do you think turning in a blank paper can change your destiny? Idiot! You made me miss Harvard, and I won't let you have it easy either!" "I won't give you a dime. Those words before were all to trick you! Your sister is still lying in the hospital. Originally, if you got into Harvard, there would be a scholarship to save her, but now, she can only wait to die!" I questioned him angrily: "You! How can you go back on your word!" Brad sneered contemptuously: "Brainless bumpkin, really thought I was doing charity? If I can't sleep with you, I won't give a dime!" "However, if you're willing to sell, a hundred a time, I can call my brothers to patronize too. Maybe you can gather the money very quickly?" His words were unbearable to hear, and classmates were pointing at me. Just then, the classroom door was knocked from the outside. The old man from the mailroom asked loudly: "Is student Sophie in your class? A scholarship has been sent to the school, needing her to sign for it." Now, Brad was completely shocked. "Impossible?! How can someone who didn't even score 1000 get a scholarship!"
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