Before the SATs, I gave the whole class a list of key topics to study. To my surprise, I guessed 80% of them correctly. After the exams, I was accepted into Harvard, and everyone in my class got into their dream universities. But on the day my family was celebrating, a group of police officers stormed in. It turned out the class president had led a campaign to report me. She rallied the class, claiming I had obtained the answers in advance, which was why I became the top scorer. My admission was rescinded, and my mom was sent to prison because of me. People online called me shameless, saying I should die for cheating on the SATs. They came to my house, splashing paint and throwing rotten eggs. Someone even put a bounty on me on the dark web. Over the years, the relentless abuse drove me to severe mental illness. One dark night, I swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. When I opened my eyes again, I was back before the exams. Facing the jeers of my classmates, I smiled. Predicting exam questions? That's my specialty! This time, the accuracy will be 100%! 1 It was evening study hall in our senior year. The classroom was silent, save for the rustling of leaves outside the window. I was staring blankly at the "3 Days Until SATs" countdown when the class president, Hailey Miller, suddenly stood up. "Sophia, isn't your mom on the SAT question committee? Do you have any inside scoop to share?" As soon as she spoke, everyone stopped writing. "Sophia, why didn't you say so earlier! If your mom is making the questions, she must have given you the key topics. It's not cool to keep it to yourself!" "I heard the Math section is brutal this year. Sophia, do you know what the essay prompt is?" "Yeah, and the Reading section! My comprehension sucks, I always go off-topic!" Looking at their eager eyes, I finally realized—I had been reborn! In my past life, I explained countless times. Although my mom was on the committee, she had been in sequester since March. I hadn't been able to contact her for a long time, so there was no way I could know the questions. But my classmates didn't care. They were convinced I knew the questions and was keeping them secret to be the top scorer. Three years of high school, studying desperately for this one exam. I saw their struggles. For the sake of their futures, I shared the key topics I had summarized over the year. Unexpectedly, I hit 80% of the actual questions. All thirty-nine students in my class got into top-tier universities. Hailey gave my desk mate, Lucas, a look. He immediately understood. "Sophia, your mom is an English teacher, right?" "The essay and grammar sections are worth a lot. If we can ace those, we can easily get a high score even if we mess up the rest!" Originally, the classmates were just grumbling, but hearing this, their eyes widened. "English is my weakest subject. If I can get a decent score, I can get into the Chemistry program at NYU! Sophia, have mercy. I'll call you my godmother!" "One point on the SATs can mean a difference of thousands of rankings. If I get those forty points, think of how many people I'll leave in the dust!" Hailey wouldn't let up, adding fuel to the fire. "That's just English. Sophia's mom can definitely get the answers for other subjects too! If our whole class gets top scores, maybe Harvard and Yale will be fighting over us!" The quiet classroom exploded into chaos. "Alright, settle down!" The homeroom teacher slammed his book on the podium. "Sophia, your grades have always been good. You can't just ignore your classmates' futures to be the top scorer." "We are a team. Stop hiding it. Share the key topics, and everyone will be grateful." Grateful? I sneered internally. They wouldn't be grateful. They would only resent me for not giving them all the key topics! In my past life, as soon as they got their acceptance letters, they turned around and reported my mom for leaking exam questions, led by Hailey! My mom was sentenced to five years. My scores were canceled, and Harvard rescinded my admission. The sudden trauma caused my dad to have a heart attack, and he passed away shortly after. While my family was destroyed, my dear classmates were celebrating the high scores they got because of my predictions! Unexpectedly, I opened my eyes and was reborn before the exams. With the experience from my past life, my prediction accuracy is 100%. But I won't give it to them so easily. Facing the jeers of the class, I made a silent decision. "Yes, my mom said as long as I memorize the content in this book, I'll definitely be the top scorer!" I patted the book on my desk and smiled. I dare to say the correct answers for every subject, but I wonder if you dare to write them down! 2 Hailey's eyes lit up, and she ran over from the front row. When she saw the book in my hand was "SAT Prep 2024," her face turned pale. "Sophia, if you don't want to help, just say so. No need to play us like this!" She squeezed out a few tears, looking utterly wronged. Seeing her cry, Lucas immediately felt distressed. "Hailey is thinking about our future. Sophia, don't be too much!" The classmates joined in. "Being antisocial is one thing, but bullying classmates? I say you're just jealous Hailey is prettier than you!" "Exactly. Who wants your key topics anyway? Sophia, if you have a problem, take it out on us!" Hailey could barely suppress her smile. She raised an eyebrow at me, a clear provocation. Looking at Lucas's dark face, my heart turned to ice. I had a crush on him for three years. For three years, I brought him breakfast and tutored him, but no matter what I did, he only had eyes for Hailey. It was fine if he didn't like me. But after my mom went to prison, he tricked my dad into thinking I was suicidal, causing his heart attack and death! "Sophia, you must apologize to Hailey!" "Yes, apologize!" I looked coldly at these ingrates, refusing to say a word. Until the bell rang, the homeroom teacher said slowly, arms crossed, "If you don't apologize to Hailey, everyone will stay here with you." Complaints erupted around me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, forcing out the words. "I'm sorry..." The students scattered like birds. I lay on my desk, sobbing. Hailey walked up to me slowly, dropping the act. "Good grades are useless; winning hearts is what matters! Let's see if you dare to go against me again!" I looked up, sobbing, "I didn't lie to you. I know the answers to every subject!" Shock flashed in her eyes but was quickly suppressed. "The essay prompt is about 'legacy and innovation,' the reading passage is from The Art of War, the answers are C, C, D, A, B..." With every sentence, Hailey's expression grew more serious. "How can you prove this is real?" "The first exam is English. You'll know if I'm right when you take it!" "Our city has never had a perfect score valedictorian. If you get a perfect score, you can pick any university and major in the country." Hailey's eyes darted around. She tore a page from my notebook and furiously wrote everything down. An hour later, the paper was filled with text. "Aren't you trying to be the valedictorian? Why are you so kind to give me the answers?" "My mom gave me the answers. If I become the valedictorian, it would attract too much attention. I just need a score good enough for Harvard." Hailey stared at me skeptically. After a long while, she raised her hand as if to hit me, and I instinctively covered my head. "If you dare play me again, watch how I deal with you!" I shrank back, timidly pulling her sleeve. "Promise me you won't tell anyone. Leaking exam questions is a big deal; I could go to jail!" "I'm not that stupid. With this, the state valedictorian title is mine!" I sneered internally. Dreaming of being a perfect-score valedictorian with her mediocre grades? She really dares to dream. I want to see how she faces public scrutiny after the exams! 3 One day left until the SATs. Classes were suspended for self-study, with teachers available for Q&A. During the break, Hailey mysteriously called Lucas aside. When Lucas returned, he threw his textbook aside and went straight to sleep on his desk. I looked up at Hailey. Her desk was surrounded by people. A student in front whispered, "A set of La Mer skincare for five multiple-choice questions? That's too expensive. Who knows if her inside info is real!" The student next to her nudged her, and she shut up in fear. I pretended not to see and continued with my practice test. Hailey was bold! She dared to sell exam questions. Wasn't she afraid of being caught? And those students buying answers, if caught, their scores would be canceled. Unless... they wanted to use me as a scapegoat again! In that case, let's blow this up! On the day of the exam, I was at home enjoying the AC and watermelon, while the class group chat exploded. They never expected the English exam to match Hailey's predictions exactly! To get the answers for the next subject, parents visited Hailey with expensive gifts. The news was covering the exams on TV. Hailey was the first to walk out of the school. Facing reporters, she looked confident. "Thanks to three years of hard work, I thought today's English exam was easy!" I bit into my ice cream and scoffed. Let's see how long she can be proud! Soon, it was results day. Hailey livestreamed checking her scores. Seeing her scores were sealed (indicating a top ranking), she smiled shyly. Instantly, "School Beauty High School Valedictorian" trended. The next day, I went to school for paperwork, just as the honor roll was being posted. Hailey, fresh from an interview, tore down my photo. "Someone like Sophia doesn't deserve Harvard!" I glared at her. "Hailey, watch your mouth! If you dare frame me, I'll make you pay!" She glanced at me disdainfully, then said indignantly, "I just can't stand people like you. The SAT is the fairest competition, but some people use their connections to cheat!" "Sophia, you know how you got your score!" Reporters swarmed like sharks smelling blood, thrusting microphones at her. "You don't know? Her mom is on the question committee. Sophia had the answers long ago. Her score is dirty!" Hailey looked angrily at the camera, enunciating each word. "I am now formally reporting Sophia for cheating! I hope the authorities investigate her thoroughly and give millions of students a fair chance!" Reporters dropped their jaws. "What? All six subjects? She had all the answers!" "Cheating on the SATs? That ruins lives! Little girl, you're bold!" A male reporter pushed his glasses. "Student, did you really cheat? Where did you get the answers? How did your mother get them? What do you have to say for yourself?" Instantly, all cameras pointed at me! The scene of being interrogated in my past life overlapped with this moment. I trembled uncontrollably. "You have no evidence. Why do you say I cheated?" "Oh, I have evidence! Solid evidence!" "Look, this is the paper where Sophia wrote down the answers!" Hailey pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and held it up to the camera. 4 The paper was covered in dense handwriting with answers for every subject. My mind buzzed. That was indeed my handwriting! But since my rebirth, all memories of the exam existed only in my mind. I never wrote them down. How did Hailey have this? Before I could think of a response, classmates arrived at the school, summoned by Hailey. Lucas stepped forward, standing first before the cameras. "I'm Sophia's desk mate. She slept through classes all senior year and didn't study at all. I absolutely don't believe she could get into Harvard!" To prove it, he pulled out an old photo on his phone. In the photo, the whole class was listening attentively, except for me sleeping on the desk. "I can testify too! I'm the math rep. Sophia stopped handing in homework since senior year started. I reminded her daily, but she didn't care, saying her admission was secured and she didn't need to do homework. Her mom must have been planning to get her answers since then!" "Uncles and Aunties, this is our mock exam score. Sophia only got 300 points. How could someone with such scores be admitted to Harvard!" The classmates' accusations were broadcast live. Netizens furiously commented. "There must be something fishy for someone like this to get into Harvard!" "Investigate! Must investigate! An exam committee member leaking questions, there must be a huge umbrella protecting them!" "She ruined others' ten years of hard work. We small-town students have no hope left!" "Evidence is right there. How can she explain this? She should just die!" I gritted my teeth, staring stubbornly at Hailey. "That paper is fake. You're all lying!" I slept in class because I had a high fever that day. I didn't hand in homework because the math teacher allowed it. I missed the mock exam because I was participating in a math competition in the neighboring state! "This is clearly your handwriting. How can you prove it's fake?" Hailey smirked. Relying on their numbers, they seemed sure I was speechless. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to calm down. I can't lose my composure, or I'll fall into her trap. "My mom is indeed on the committee. But she entered sequester in early March. You say my mom leaked questions to me, then tell me, how did we communicate!" The reporters finally realized something. "Right, committee members can't have electronic devices and have no internet. How did the answers get out?" Hailey was stumped for a moment but reacted quickly. "Who knows how you communicated!" "Anyway, I have evidence. Reporting you is what any student should do. The rest is up to the investigators!" I looked at her and sneered. "But, I didn't take the SATs at all!" "What did you say?" Hailey's eyes widened in disbelief. "I was already admitted to Harvard early, so I didn't take the SATs. There's no way I cheated or leaked questions." "Hailey Miller, accusing me and my mom without evidence is slander and defamation! I can sue you!" Hailey was shocked. She never calculated that I didn't even take the exam. In my past life, when news of my early admission spread, she publicly shamed me for not being loyal and guilt-tripped me into giving up the admission to take the exam with them. After rebirth, I immediately contacted Harvard admissions. Thankfully, they gave me another chance and returned my application to withdraw.
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