Part 1The Girl Who Didn't Take the Exam

The SATs and the Comic-Con fell on the same day. After finishing the English section, the class queen put on a revealing cosplay outfit, crying and begging to go to the convention to become an "Anime Goddess."

My childhood friend, the class president, not only personally escorted her but also rallied our classmates to go cheer her on.

Seeing the whole class respond to his call, I worried everyone would miss the Math exam in the afternoon. I pleaded with them until they finally stayed.

The class queen, her Comic-Con dreams shattered, cried her eyes out. My childhood friend cursed me out:

"You vicious, clingy girl, I will never like you!"

Before the exam scores were released, the class queen dragged me into an alley and hacked me over a dozen times with a machete. My intestines spilled onto the ground.

"Since you won't let me be a star through Comic-Con, I'll just have to borrow your life."

Before I died, I found out.

The class queen's scores weren't even good enough for community college. My childhood friend, for her sake, had bound me to a "Score Swap System."

As long as I died, the class queen could take my scores and happily go to Harvard.

My parents, seeing my corpse, had a mental breakdown, ran into traffic, and were hit by a car. My classmates even gave false testimony, saying the class queen was with them the day I died.

I opened my eyes again.

I saw the class queen posing provocatively.

I walked up and ripped her short skirt.

"Show a little more cheek, and you'll definitely be the brightest goddess at Comic-Con!"

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The next second, a slap from my childhood friend, Tyler, landed hard on my face.

"Mia, you're disgusting! Just to stop Bella from going to Comic-Con, you deliberately tore her skirt!"

The burning pain made my eyes sting.

I really was reborn. It wasn't a dream.

Tyler glared at me furiously.

"You're always jealous of how close Bella and I are, making things difficult for her. And on such an important day, you're sabotage her!"

Classmates chimed in:

"Mia, don't think Tyler will like you for this. He'll just think you're a cheap, clingy girl!"

"Bella prepared so long for Comic-Con, and you ruined it!"

Their malicious attacks made me grind my back teeth.

In my past life, I told them the round trip to the convention center was two hours.

If they went, they would definitely miss the Math exam in the afternoon.

I begged for an hour, my voice hoarse, until I finally persuaded them to stay.

But even then, before entering the exam hall, my classmates were cursing me:

"You bitch, you made Bella so sad. If she does poorly on the exam, it's all your fault!"

Since you all love Bella, the manipulative exhibitionist, so much.

Then go with her to community college!

I covered my face and shut my mouth, coldly watching Tyler incite everyone:

"The more Mia acts like this, the more we have to help Bella. We can't let Mia win."

Bella collapsed into Tyler's arms, looking aggrieved:

"Since Mia doesn't agree, I won't trouble you and the classmates. I'll figure something out myself..."

Bella reeked of that fragile, innocent "pick-me" energy, completely different from the venomous woman who stabbed me to death in my past life.

Resisting the urge to slap her, I lowered my head and sniffled dramatically:

"You misunderstood me. I was worried Bella's skirt was too long and she'd be outshone by others at Comic-Con. That's why I helped shorten it."