During finals week, the campus queen bee was caught cheating. Crying, she claimed I forced her to do it. She even pulled out medical records, falsely accusing me of driving her to depression. "Why won't you just admit it? Are you trying to force me to die?" With those words, she took another step toward the edge of the roof. My boyfriend didn't even ask for my side of the story before demanding I take the blame: "Riley, that's a human life! How can you be so cold-blooded?" Everyone around me urged me to remember that a life was more important than anything else. I gave a sinister smile. "Isn't it just dying? Come on, let's die together." I lunged forward, grabbing the terrified queen bee, and we tumbled off the roof together. Of course, I wouldn't die. Because down below, I had already prepared an inflatable rescue cushion. Sorry, but I’ve been reborn. 1 I was shaken awake by the proctor. Staring at the unfamiliar yet familiar exam hall, I was dazed for a moment. Wasn't I dead? Mia’s carefully orchestrated cyberbullying campaign not only stole my guaranteed grad school admission but also doxxed all my personal information online. In an instant, I went from a straight-A student favored by professors to public enemy number one. I was pushed to the center of the storm by self-righteous internet vigilantes. I lost my education, couldn't find a job, and eventually died under the wheels of a car driven by one of Mia’s extreme admirers. How could I be sitting in an exam room for finals? Before I could figure it out, I saw a small piece of paper drop to the floor diagonally in front of me. That was Mia's seat. Looking closely, Mia seemed a bit younger than I remembered. She didn't have the heavy makeup or the head-to-toe designer brands from my past life. Looking at the scene before me, I felt a sense of unreality. I never thought I'd actually experience the reincarnation trope you only see in novels. I was reborn. Back to my college days, on the day of finals. The very day that marked the turning point of my destiny. In my past life, in this exact same scenario. I discovered Mia cheating. When she bent down to pick up her cheat sheet, she met my gaze. She turned pale with fright. In a panic, she put her hands together in a pleading gesture, begging me to stay quiet. Living by the principle of minding my own business, I didn't do anything. I just lowered my head and continued my exam. It was just a regular final exam; passing was enough. It wasn't some life-altering test. College exams... they were what they were. But to my surprise, she was so focused on copying that she was caught red-handed by the proctor. This particular professor was notoriously strict in our department. He exposed her right there in the dead-silent exam hall. Mia had always maintained the persona of a beautiful, brilliant scholar. Being caught cheating on the spot—if it were any other student, they might have just laughed it off and taken the makeup exam. But to her, it was a matter of life and death. Her persona collapsed instantly. "I can't believe the campus queen's 'genius' persona is fake!" "Who knows if she cheated on all her previous exams too. No wonder she didn't get the grad school recommendation this time." "So fake. She doesn't look like that kind of person. She looks so innocent... do you think she smokes and drinks in private too?" In my past life, on the day the university issued the disciplinary notice, I had just received my offer for a master's program at an Ivy League university. I was immersed in the joy of my admission, completely missing the venom in her eyes. I never expected she would go to such lengths just to destroy me. In my past life, I couldn't figure it out. Just because I saw her cheating, she had to ruin me? Was it just because I was an orphan with no backing? Only after I died, when I hovered around her as a ghost, did I find out. She did it because I had discovered her secret. —I had once seen her getting into a black Mercedes that had a bottle of water placed on the roof. At the time, I hadn't realized what she was doing. "You can't blame me, you can only blame yourself. Who told you to see something you shouldn't have seen?" She had muttered to herself, her face showing not a shred of guilt. A person with a dark heart sees darkness in everything. The memory of being crushed under those wheels, the agonizing pain of my body shattering, was still fresh in my mind. Right now, the campus queen was playing the victim, hands clasped together, begging me not to report her. I smiled at her. What are you thinking? If I lived this second life like a coward again, I'd want to slap myself. I glanced over and saw the proctor walking toward us. Under her terrified gaze, I raised my hand, feigning confusion. "Professor, there seems to be something on the floor." "It looks like it belongs to Mia... but maybe I'm mistaken." I pretended to be unsure, my tone hesitant, but I practically threw the culprit right under the bus. And I added a layer of uncertainty to the situation. In my past life, this was exactly how the campus queen had cleared her own name. I was just a fast learner. The proctor also happened to be our major's professor. She picked up the paper from the floor, opened it, and then her gaze shifted to Mia. She escorted her out of the classroom. This time, the disciplinary notice came much faster than in my past life. When I returned to the dorm, Mia was lying on her bed sobbing, while our roommate Chloe was comforting her. Seeing me, Chloe immediately started pointing fingers: "Riley, what is wrong with you? So many people cheat, why did you have to target Mia?" Chloe came from a wealthy family, but despite her princess temper, she was easily manipulated by Mia. She was her loyal pawn. In the same scenario in my past life, because I didn't expose Mia, Chloe still blamed me: "Riley, your grades are so good, why didn't you clear Mia's name?" Back then, I actually internalized it, doubting if I had truly done something wrong. Now I understood that no matter what I did, it would always be "my fault" in their eyes. They didn't care about my perspective. So, instead of reflecting on myself, it was better to blame others. If they wanted to drive me crazy, then no one was going to have a good time. I put down my textbook, pointed to the recording app on my phone, and opened the university's online forum. I sneered darkly: "So you mean to say she cheated, and I should take the blame? Am I her mother or her father that I have to be so considerate of her?" "I've posted what you just said on the forum. Let's see what everyone else thinks." Probably not expecting me to be this unhinged, both Chloe and Mia looked up at me simultaneously. Mia panicked and lunged to grab my phone. I shoved her away, looking down at her from above. "If you want to act like a spoiled princess, go work at a hostess bar. Don't mess with me." After speaking, I looked at the two girls who were too scared to respond. I smiled slightly and added, "By the way, I do have a mental illness, so stay out of my way. You wouldn't want my condition to worsen and make me start talking nonsense, would you? Like that day I saw..." I trailed off, but I knew Mia had a guilty conscience and would definitely overthink it. That was enough for now. In my past life, I suffered so much. I was going to pay it all back, item by item. I wouldn't expose everything right away. A game of cat and mouse. It's only fun if you play it slowly. 2 While I was sitting in the library recalling key events from my past life, Liam suddenly appeared in front of me. I almost forgot—at this point in time, he hadn't hooked up with Mia yet. The library's heating was cranked up, so I was only wearing a thin sweater. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and dragged me outside. It wasn't until he pulled me onto the roof that I truly felt the reality of my rebirth. It was still winter. The wind on the roof bit into my face, sharp and painful. Mia stood at the edge of the roof, screaming hysterically. At the entrance of the roof stood our academic advisor and the dean, acting as mediators. "Why won't anyone believe me?!" "I didn't cheat! She framed me! She threw her cheat sheet onto my desk, and I just opened it out of curiosity! I really didn't copy!" She looked like a fragile, broken doll. Her hair blew in the wind, giving her an aura of tragic beauty. Every man present wore an identical look of pity on their faces. She seemed acutely aware of her own beauty. She took a step back, her hands gripping the railing tightly. When she looked at me, the despair in her eyes deepened. Her lips trembled, and tears fell like broken pearls. "You already got the grad school recommendation, why won't you let me go?!" "What did I do wrong?!" "Will you only be satisfied if I die?" I noticed the probing gazes of the people around me, just like in my past life. My boyfriend, Liam, pushed me forward, shoving me into the spotlight. His tone was frantic. If I didn't know about his dirty little secrets, it would be hard to tell that his anxiety was directed at her. "Riley, say something!" I looked at him coldly. "I didn't do anything. What am I supposed to admit?" Liam looked at me with deep disappointment, as if condemning me. In my past life, I never understood why my boyfriend sided with Mia. I only found out later that the person he initially confessed to was Mia. After being rejected, he settled for me. He thought being close to me would give him a better chance with her. His heart and eyes were completely occupied by his unattainable campus queen. Hearing my words, Mia acted as if she had suffered a massive blow, shaking her head and frantically repeating that it wasn't her. The dean, hearing my response, grew anxious: "Riley! A human life is at stake here!!" Then, the dean turned and looked at Mia gently. "Mia, don't worry. I promise I will give you a proper explanation and clear your name. Don't do anything impulsive." Even the students watching started whispering, accusing me of being cold-blooded and heartless. "I knew Mia wouldn't cheat. Someone definitely framed her." "Yeah, she wouldn't joke around with her life over one final exam." In my past life, I was morally kidnapped by these people, roasted over an open fire. I was forced to confess to a crime I didn't commit. Later, the university actually turned the fake confession into reality, pinning the cheating scandal entirely on me. The incident blew up online. I was cyberbullied. The entire internet claimed I was a bully who drove my roommate to jump off a building. I lost my grad school offer. I lost my boyfriend. I lost everything. As for Mia? By using the threat of death to prove her innocence, she was praised by netizens as a principled, brilliant student. She started livestreaming and gained massive traffic. She harvested a huge fanbase and made a fortune. I was cyberbullied, spat on, couldn't find a job, and died tragically under the wheels of a car. Even after my death, she capitalized on my tragedy. She pinned the label of "suicide out of guilt" on me. She turned it around, saying I was mentally fragile, and questioned why I framed her in the first place if I couldn't handle the consequences. Why would someone who genuinely wants to die give others the chance to save them? She never intended to die. She just wanted to blow things out of proportion, pretend to risk her life to prove her innocence, and win sympathy. In reality, a rescue cushion had already been set up downstairs. Even if she really jumped, she wouldn't have been hurt. Mia’s theatrical, hysterical screaming continued. It was a shame she wasn't an acting major. The accusations and noise around me intertwined with the phantom pain of my body being crushed by tires in my past life. The blood vessels in my temples throbbed erratically, a roaring sound filling my ears. I rubbed my temples and let out a low, sinister laugh. I snapped. I didn't care if she was faking it or not; new hatred and old grudges surged into my mind. The string of my sanity broke. Ignoring everyone, I sprinted toward Mia. Amidst her struggles and screams, I grabbed her tightly and dragged her off the roof. "You cheated, you got caught, so why pretend?! I already got my offer, why would I bother framing you? Who the hell do you think you are? Are your brains bound up like old foot bindings? "You want to die? Come on, let's die together! You want to jump? Don't know how? Come on, I'll teach you!!" 3 The feeling of weightlessness lasted for a few seconds before our bodies landed on the pre-prepared rescue cushion. Under the massive momentum, our bodies bounced a few times before coming to a stop. Mia sat dazed on the cushion, her lips pale. "You... you lunatic." Everyone from the roof rushed downstairs. Liam was the first to arrive, pulling Mia off the cushion. She looked so pitiful and helpless. He was thoroughly enchanted by her fragile facade. "Riley, are you crazy?! That was the 4th floor! "Apologize to Mia right now!" I looked at this man, who even needed my connections in the department to find an advisor for his senior thesis. A wave of disgust hit me. I dry-heaved, successfully making the faces of the people in front of me turn even uglier. "First of all, you're not my boyfriend. "Secondly, how does someone who cheated have the audacity to ask for an apology? I'm not the one who got caught cheating." Hearing my words, Mia's face grew even paler. Ah, youth is great. You don't even need foundation. Liam's neck stiffened, his face flushed with anger. "Apologize to Mia, and I'll take you off my block list." I just remembered—before the cheating incident, Liam and I had been fighting. The reason was that during our relationship, he constantly tried to fish for information about the campus queen. I couldn't tolerate it anymore and started an argument with him. Two things stacked together, my disgust meter was maxed out. I raised my hand and slapped Liam across the face: "What are you barking about? Are you that excited to see this piece of trash you call a queen?" He didn't anticipate my action and was completely stunned. Supported by a classmate, I stood steady, glaring at the scumbag and the bitch in front of me, letting out a cold snort. "You're a piece of trash, and you belong perfectly in the dumpster. "We're breaking up! Who do you think you are, trying to cheat on me?!" The jumping incident caused a massive uproar at the university. Because I didn't take the fall, Mia was pointed at and gossiped about wherever she went. Before this, she always had a horde of simps following her around. She was idolized everywhere she went. She reaped all the benefits of her pretty privilege. People naturally gravitate toward beautiful things, but they also subconsciously distance themselves from them—it's a psychological manifestation of underlying insecurity. Previously, the persona Mia established at the university, besides being beautiful, was being intellectual, generous, and having great grades. Professors naturally favored her. I heard Mia also applied for the grad school recommendation this time. If my daily GPA hadn't been so high, it really would have been a toss-up as to who got the offer. Mia's previous goddess image was deeply rooted, raising people's expectations of her accordingly. The slightest mistake would cause her image to collapse. But this was only the first step of the plan. I was going to systematically destroy the things Mia cared about most. Whether in the present or the future. 4 Chloe came to find me a few times, constantly questioning why I was harming Mia. I looked at this naive rich girl who saw the world in strictly black and white. I remembered how in my past life, Mia climbed the social ladder using my tragedy. She didn't even spare her best friend. I don't know how she hooked up with Chloe's childhood sweetheart and fiancé, giving Chloe a green hat right under her nose. The funny thing was, Chloe had absolutely no idea her best friend had already hooked up with her fiancé. When Mia chose to enter the entertainment industry, Chloe even went out of her way to protect and support her career. In the end, she not only lost her fiancé but also dragged down her entire family's business. Her pitiful state was no less than mine. Me harming Mia? Looking at the naive rich girl in front of me, I smiled faintly and said nothing. Chloe, with her princess temper, blocked my way and demanded, "What are you laughing at? How can you laugh when you've made someone so miserable?" I raised an eyebrow: "I'm laughing at someone who is so blind they can't even tell if the person next to them is a wolf or a tiger, and in the end, they'll lose everything." Seeing Chloe still looked confused, I sighed. "If I were you, I wouldn't let Mia get close to anyone around me." Chloe was about to ask something else, but I turned and walked away. Sometimes, what I said wasn't important; what was important was planting the seed of doubt. Let it take root and sprout. From what I knew, on the current timeline, Mia had already hooked up with Chloe's fiancé, Julian. The car she got into last time was the one Julian often used to pick up Chloe from campus. And Chloe... She wasn't very smart, and she was hopelessly in love. If I told her the truth directly, she would just think I was lying to sow discord. It was better to let her discover it herself. She would become my sword, thrust right at Mia. But just as I finished laying out this plan. I realized I was being cyberbullied. First, I mysteriously received a lot of extra packages at the mailroom. Opening them revealed the corpses of small animals. Then, strangers started calling me and sending abusive messages. A sudden realization hit me. I opened the short video app I rarely used, and countless direct messages flooded in. Following the netizens' directions, I landed on a specific video. The person leading the cyberbullying against me was none other than Mia. 5 A series of "clarification" videos were posted on her account's homepage. In the videos, she looked incredibly wronged. Dressed in a long white dress with delicate, light makeup, the room's decor suggested she was in a high-end hotel. "I really didn't cheat. Here are my college grades; everyone can see I've always scored very well. Why would I cheat? My family sent me to college so I could study hard and find a good job. "Riley forced me to do this. She was jealous of my grades and afraid I would steal her grad school recommendation. "What do I have to do for you all to believe me?" At the end, her tears fell like broken pearls. Her pitiful appearance was enough to move even me. Let alone the netizens watching the video. The comments under the video were mostly abusing me and comforting her. Soon, I was completely cyberbullied, and even my university was dragged into the trending searches and cursed at. The netizens believed Mia's one-sided story. They left comments and DMs on my long-abandoned accounts. She took the opportunity to play the victim and win fans' sympathy. Plus, she was already pretty, and with beauty filters, she quickly amassed 100,000 followers. I saw that she had already opened an e-commerce showcase on her homepage, linking to products. She also opened a secondary account. I tuned into her livestream and saw people constantly sending virtual gifts. The corners of her mouth curled up, a smile she couldn't hide. "I've received everyone's kindness! Thank you so much for your support! "I will donate all my livestream earnings to schools in remote areas, so more children can receive a fair education." Her facade of kindness successfully harvested another wave of goodwill, and the gifts in the chat never stopped. In contrast. My situation was quite miserable. Under the pressure of the cyberbullying, the university had the academic advisor talk to me several times. The underlying message was that they hoped I would take all the blame. The advisor tried to persuade me gently: "If you take the blame, the university will protect your grad school recommendation. Otherwise, with your current reputation, the Ivy League school will rescind your offer anyway." I looked at the advisor's hypocritical face, my expression blank: "So even though I didn't do it, I still have to take the fall? If I also jumped off a building and cried on the internet, would the university take my side?" I had always been humble and polite, never this aggressive. The advisor's face instantly displayed a spectrum of colors. The university just wanted me to take the fall and then burn the bridge. Leave me to be cyberbullied. Help Mia push me to a dead end. I sneered. First, I went to the hospital's psychiatric department and got a diagnosis for depression. In my past life, my mental state had completely collapsed, so the doctor easily confirmed the diagnosis. Then, I downloaded all of Mia's "clarification" videos from her homepage and saved them on my phone. The view counts were already well over ten thousand. Mia clearly had no legal knowledge. —Using the internet to defame someone. If the defamatory information is clicked or viewed more than 5,000 times, or forwarded more than 500 times, and the victim—me—suffers a mental breakdown. I wanted to see how she would explain her way out of this. Stupid people need to taste the bitterness of their own stupidity. Those who try to manipulate public opinion will eventually be devoured by it. 6 I took the evidence and reported it to the police. The reason I gave was that Mia had a crush on my boyfriend, used underhanded methods to steal him, and now wanted to destroy me. At the police station, I [cried and sobbed], explaining the whole situation in absolute agony. The jumping incident had already caused a massive uproar online, so the police had heard about it too. After seeing my evidence and hearing my story, the female police officer comforted me with a look of deep sympathy. Mia was brought into the police station looking completely bewildered. The moment she saw me, she adjusted her facial expression. A single tear rolled down her cheek. "Riley, what exactly do you want? Will you only be happy if I die? "If this is about Liam, I can just give him to you." But before she could finish her sentence, the police had already collected evidence from the university. They pulled up the surveillance footage from the exam. And, of course, they saw the entire process of Mia cheating during the exam. Watching the video, the color drained from Mia's face. Playing the victim, right? Playing the weak one? I could do that too. With a pale face, I looked up at Mia: "What did I do wrong? Why are you treating me like this? Not only did you threaten to kill yourself on the roof, but you're also cyberbullying me online. "Will you only be happy if I die?" Then my body swayed, and I "collapsed" into the arms of the female police officer beside me. She took me to the resting room. Mia was left on the side to be interrogated. Not long after, while resting, I suddenly heard a commotion. A familiar voice reached my ears, and I slowly curled my lips into a smile. Before coming to the police station, I had sent anonymous texts to Liam and Chloe, urging them to come to the police station immediately to rescue their girlfriend (or best friend). If my guess was right. Mia would definitely call her rich lover to resolve this matter. When these three clashed. I couldn't wait to see what a beautiful scene it would be. In her past life, she got away with everything. In this life, it was time she was trampled into the dirt. 7 When I walked into the mediation room, the slap mark on Mia's face was clearly visible. She stood pitifully with her head bowed behind a strange man. Chloe's face was livid, her shoulders held down by the strange man. As for Liam, he stood next to Mia, his face looking equally terrible. Of course it looked terrible. The goddess he obsessed over had played him for a fool. His masculine pride was trampled on the ground; how could he feel good? "I treated you like my best friend, and you hook up with my fiancé?! How can you be such a slut? Was Liam not enough to satisfy you?" Mia trembled and shrank further behind the man. Chloe charged forward like an angry little beast, only to be firmly held back by the man in front of her. This man must be her legendary childhood sweetheart fiancé. The man frowned, looking displeased: "Speaking so vulgarly, you have no manners. Is this how Uncle Miller raised you?" At that sentence, I almost burst out laughing. Chloe's fiancé was also quite the blind fool. Chloe's expression froze, staring at the man in disbelief. "I'm sorry, Chloe, but I just couldn't control myself. I truly love him. I'd die if I had to leave him." Her words successfully made Liam's face turn another shade uglier. In a corner where no one was paying attention, my heart bloomed with joy. What a glorious disaster. What a dramatic "I'll die without him." What a classic soap opera of stealing your best friend's boyfriend. The female police officer cast a look of utter disgust at Mia and sternly maintained order. Even though the others were dissatisfied, they had no choice but to sit down obediently. I sat to the side, and an unfriendly gaze landed on me. I looked up and realized it was Chloe's fiancé looking at me. Having navigated the business world for a long time, he could surely see through the underlying schemes. He definitely knew I was the instigator. So what? If you've done something wrong, you shouldn't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door. Reborn into this life, I never planned to suffer in silence. With Mia, it was a fight to the death. I looked at Mia with a half-smile: "Threatening to die over cheating on an exam, threatening to die over stealing my boyfriend, and now threatening to die over stealing your best friend's fiancé. "Your life really isn't worth much, threatening to end it so casually." Mia's face stiffened. Karma isn't absent; it's just waiting for the right time.
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