Right before the SATs, my "best friend" spiked my drink, causing me to miss my chance at the Ivy League. She deliberately posted in the group chat: "Didn't everyone say Annie was a shoe-in for Yale? How did she bomb so hard?" I became the laughing stock of the entire school. My parents, who valued sons over daughters, refused to let me repeat the year. They sold me off to an old bachelor in a rural village, chaining me up like an animal to bear him children. While escaping that hellhole, I accidentally fell off a cliff. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the SATs. This time, holding the video of her drugging me, I smiled and asked my roommate: "What did you just put in my cup?" 1 "Annie, I'm going to get some water. Want me to fill yours too?" When Wendy approached me, I had my bedside lamp on, grinding through past SAT questions. Hearing the exact same words she said in my past life, I couldn't help but sneer internally. If not for my rebirth, I never would have imagined that Wendy, whom I considered my best friend, was actually a demon. "Sure, thanks, Wendy-bear." I mimicked my usual way of interacting with her, my tone so affectionate it gave me goosebumps. Wendy took my water bottle from my hand and walked away happily. She didn't notice that I had put down my pen, picked up my phone, started recording, and quietly followed her. We lived on the second floor. Since it wasn't peak time, there weren't many people in the water room. Wendy scanned left and right, then pulled a small paper packet from her pocket and dumped all the powder into my bottle. I recorded her actions clearly with my phone, then dashed forward and patted her shoulder. "Wendy, what did you just put in my cup?" 2 Wendy's hand trembled, almost dropping the bottle. "N-nothing, Annie, you saw wrong, right?" I shook my head. "How could I see wrong? I was thinking the SATs are tomorrow, and we might not see each other much after graduation." "Just now you offered to get me water, so I thought I'd record a sweet memory." "While you were getting water, I was outside, secretly filming you." "Here, look, I got it crystal clear!" I held up my phone to Wendy. On the screen, her action of pouring the powder was undeniable. The few people in the water room turned their gazes toward us. I struck while the iron was hot, pressing on: "So Wendy, what exactly did you pour? Is it nutritional supplements?" Wendy didn't dare tell the truth, so she bit the bullet. "Yes, supplements." "You study so hard, I was afraid your body couldn't take it." An outspoken classmate nearby scoffed: "Why so sneaky if it's just supplements? You wouldn't say when asked; people might think you're poisoning her!" I smiled and explained for Wendy: "Oh, Wendy and I are best friends, she definitely wouldn't harm me." "But Wendy, I appreciate the thought, but you should drink these supplements yourself." As I spoke, I took Wendy's bottle, poured the drugged water from my bottle into hers, and then refilled mine with fresh water. After doing all this, I grabbed Wendy's hand and shoved her bottle into it. "Lights out soon, let's go sleep. We have the exam tomorrow." Wendy looked down at her bottle, her face turning green. 3 Our boarding school cuts power and lights at 10:30 PM. Not long after lights out, my other roommates fell asleep. I lay in bed, closing my eyes. But I wasn't asleep. I felt that someone as petty as Wendy wouldn't give up on harming me just because she failed once. Wendy and I were both on the top bunks, and our beds were connected. I didn't dare sleep too deeply. Sure enough, a while later, I heard Wendy calling my name in a very, very small voice. "Annie, Annie!" She was testing if I was asleep. I adjusted my breathing, slowing it down as much as possible, pretending to be deep in slumber. I kept my eyes shut tight and heard rustling sounds from the head of my bed. Someone lifted my bed curtain and picked up the phone I kept by my pillow. Moments later, my phone was put back. I guessed Wendy had changed my alarm time. 4 I always sleep with earplugs. Wendy knew this habit. During the final sprint for the SATs, everyone installed bed curtains to study late without disturbing others. If she turned off my alarm and I overslept, chances are no one would notice. I thought she was just gambling on me not waking up, but she clearly wasn't satisfied. She tiptoed down the ladder. The faint sound of water pouring echoed in the dorm. I guessed instantly what she was doing. She must have poured that drugged water back into my cup. Wendy really went to great lengths to ruin me. So many tactics, just because she was afraid I'd perform normally tomorrow. I was angry, but I continued to feign sleep, pretending to know nothing. Only after Wendy climbed back into bed did I open my eyes and reset the alarm she had turned off. As for the cup... It was simply evidence delivered to my doorstep. 5 The next day, everyone got up early. It was the SATs, after all. Everyone was nervous. After washing up, everyone started checking their exam materials. Those who finished checking sat on their beds with flashcards, trying to cram a few more points. Until it was almost time to leave, I still hadn't appeared. Wendy stopped a roommate who wanted to check my curtain, swearing that I must have left early. That roommate thought Wendy and I were close, so she didn't suspect anything and went back to packing. When I returned from the cafeteria with a pile of steaming breakfast, Wendy still had a smug smile on her face, thinking her plot had succeeded. Seeing me walk in, her smile froze. "Guys, I bought breakfast! Grab it and eat on the bus. I saw the bus waiting downstairs." Everyone thanked me, except Wendy, who looked incredulous: "Annie, why are you up so early?" The roommate she stopped earlier looked at her suspiciously: "Wendy, didn't you just tell me Annie definitely left early?" Wendy's words contradicted themselves. The other roommates sensed something was off. She could only explain stiffly: "I... I knew Annie was up early, I just didn't expect her to be early enough to buy breakfast for everyone." This explanation barely passed. Unfortunately, I wasn't going to let her off the hook. "Yeah, I woke up super early today. Maybe I was nervous." "But good thing I did, because after I woke up, I found my alarm was turned off for some reason." "It's the SATs today. If I was late, I'd be done for." "Wendy, you didn't turn off my alarm, did you?" 6 The roommates looked at Wendy with strange expressions. Connecting these two coincidences... it didn't sound like a coincidence anymore. Wendy wanted to explain, but I interrupted again: "Alright, let's not dwell on it. Let's go down quickly." She had no choice but to follow us downstairs with a dark face. The bus was indeed parked downstairs. One bus fit exactly one class. Several people were already seated. Among them was Caleb, Wendy's crush. He was looking over his notes, sunlight hitting his profile, making him look like a perfect sculpture. Caleb wasn't just handsome; he was consistently in the top ten academically and played piano at the talent show. He was the school's golden boy. Many girls liked him, but he had suddenly confessed to me a while ago. I rejected Caleb, saying I was only focused on studying. I didn't hide this from Wendy. Wendy told me she didn't care. But her subsequent actions showed she cared... fatally. In my past life, I avoided Caleb to spare her feelings. Now, I didn't care. Even if I did nothing, Wendy would only hate me more. So why not make her miserable? I sat right next to Caleb. 7 Wendy's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. She angrily sat in the row behind Caleb and me. She could hear what we said and see what we did. But I didn't intend to chat with Caleb. I took out my review materials and didn't look up until the bus arrived at the test center. Before getting off, Caleb whispered, "Good luck on the test." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wendy's face darken even more. After the day's exams ended. On the bus back to school, Wendy, afraid I'd sit with Caleb again, dragged me to the very back corner. As soon as we sat down, she seemed to forget what she had done earlier and questioned me. "Annie, why did you sit with Caleb this morning?" "Didn't you tell me you hated him?" We weren't far from Caleb, and she didn't lower her voice. She clearly wanted Caleb to hear us. Even if I refuted her, I'd fall into a trap of self-defense. 8 I sighed, looking helpless. "You're my best friend. You like Caleb, so of course I had to say I hated him to support you." Wendy's eyes widened. She couldn't believe I just blurted that out. "I didn't..." "Okay, okay, I know you're shy. Let's just say I hate him then." "I really can't with you. Just sitting with him makes you this jealous." Using magic to defeat magic instantly disarmed Wendy. Her face flushed red. She couldn't argue, but she looked expectantly at Caleb nearby. Although it wasn't how she wanted it, my words indirectly confessed for her. What would Caleb's reaction be? Oh, Caleb's gentle face was now filled with disgust for Wendy. After all, he had just been rejected by me and was probably pondering the reason. This move did exploit his feelings for me a bit. But I had no choice. In my past life, I was a good person, and look where that got me. In this life, I definitely wouldn't be a naive doormat waiting to be slaughtered. 9 The bus stopped at the dorm. Wendy ran into the building crying. Because Caleb rejected her directly. He said, "Thanks for the admiration, but I don't like you." If his face hadn't shown annoyance and dislike, Wendy might not have broken down so hard. But he showed it clearly. A girl's heart shattered. But my mood was excellent. It was just public embarrassment. Compared to losing my future and my life in my past life, this was merely an appetizer. My real revenge was just beginning. When I leisurely returned to the dorm, Wendy was still buried in her blankets, crying over her dead love. High school is a time of hormonal turbulence. Most of my roommates understood the pain of unrequited love. Seeing her cry so miserably, they couldn't help but sympathize. The roommates couldn't quite understand why I said those things in front of Caleb. They forgot that initially, it was Wendy who bitchily claimed I hated Caleb, prompting my counterattack. Human nature is like that; whoever looks weaker gets more sympathy. But what use was their sympathy to me? Even receiving a few disapproving glances, I didn't care. My expressionless face contrasted sharply with Wendy's tear-streaked one. The dorm monitor couldn't help but speak up: "Annie, you went a bit too far. Wendy just told us she was only joking..." "Then couldn't I say I was just joking too?" "A joke requires both parties to find it funny, right?" The monitor fell silent for a moment, then spoke indignantly: "But you were a bit excessive. You guys are supposed to be best friends. Why stab her in the back?" "Although this morning seemed a bit off, it could have been a misunderstanding. You have no proof Wendy turned off your alarm, right?"
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