Part 2The Girl Who Didn't Take the Exam

"Tyler, you can hit me or scold me, but you can't twist my intentions..."

Seeing my pitiful tone and the red handprint on my face, the classmates paused, their attitudes softening:

"Honestly, the mini-skirt does look better. Maybe Mia really was thinking of Bella."

"Maybe we misunderstood. Mia is the discipline committee member, she loves bossing people around, but thinking back, she's always looking out for the class."

Tyler looked at me suspiciously:

"Mia, are you really that kind?"

Tyler and I grew up together. He used to be the person I trusted and relied on most.

Whether my parents scolded me or someone bullied me, he would always stand up for me first.

But ever since Bella transferred here and became the class queen, wearing short skirts to ask Tyler for homework help every day, the person Tyler wanted to protect was no longer me.

I swallowed the bitterness and pretended to be excited:

"Of course. Once Bella gets famous at Comic-Con, we'll be classmates with a rising star. It's exciting just thinking about it."

Seeing me stop obstructing them, the classmates who were against me just moments ago started to hesitate:

"But the Math exam starts at 3 PM. What if we go to Comic-Con and can't make it back in time?"

Tyler patted his chest, guaranteeing:

"What are you afraid of? I've already asked my dad to arrange a chartered bus. Door-to-door service, absolutely won't delay anyone's exam."

"As the class president, would I screw you guys over?"

With Tyler's guarantee, plus Bella's constant cute begging, the classmates dropped their doubts and excitedly squeezed onto the bus.

I hid my secret joy and turned to leave.

But Tyler grabbed my backpack:

"Mia, you're not going to snitch to the teacher, are you?"

"I have to keep an eye on you. No chances for sabotage. You have to come with us to cheer for Bella."

Seeing this, Bella rushed forward:

"If Mia doesn't want to go, don't force her. I don't expect everyone to like me..."

Seeing Bella wink at Tyler, I immediately understood her little calculation.

Presumably, Bella had already hatched the idea of binding me to the Score Swap System, so she wanted me to prepare well for the afternoon exam and not be distracted.

Thinking of how Bella profited from the disaster in my last life, I clenched my fists and voluntarily got on the bus:

"Tyler is right. This is the time to show class unity. I must participate."