Before college applications were due, the most popular girl in our class, who claimed to be the daughter of the richest man in the city, suddenly announced she could get everyone into Ivy League schools. "My parents donated several buildings to those schools. Getting you guys in is a piece of cake." Most of my classmates' grades were far from Ivy League standards, but they believed her and gave up on applying, relying on her connections to get them into college. In my past life, I realized her promises were unreliable and immediately urged them not to give up on applications, advising them to have a backup plan. I even called their parents one by one. But this only angered her. She mocked me for being poor and not understanding how the upper class works, accusing me of ruining everyone's future. My boyfriend also raged at me: "I think you're just jealous that Bella is rich. You can't stand the thought of us all going to Ivy Leagues. So what if your grades are good? A lifetime of effort can't catch up to three generations of accumulation!" For the sake of our three years as classmates, I didn't hold it against them. Before the deadline, seeing they still hadn't applied, I called the police and exposed her fake identity. She was condemned by everyone and, in despair, jumped into the river. My classmates said she deserved it and thanked me for saving their futures. But at the graduation dinner, my boyfriend poisoned my drink. The entire class watched coldly as I struggled in pain. "At worst, we wouldn't go to college. But Bella lost her life!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she claimed she could get us in through the back door. Chapter 1 In the private room of the restaurant, after I was poisoned to death, my boyfriend, Tyler, was still not satisfied. He took my phone and contacted my parents. Hearing something happened to me, my parents rushed to the restaurant without a second thought. Seeing me lying on the ground, bleeding from my eyes, nose, and mouth, they cried until they couldn't breathe. Tyler and other classmates helped them sit down: "Uncle, Auntie, don't get too excited. The ambulance is on its way. Drink some water first." My parents didn't suspect anything and drank the water they offered. But soon, they felt a sharp pain in their chests, followed by vomiting a large amount of blood. At this moment, they finally revealed their true faces: "Your precious daughter was poisoned by us too. She killed Bella, so she must go to hell to atone for her sins!" "You two old things can go down and accompany your daughter too. If you want to blame someone, blame Sarah for her vicious heart that dragged you down." My family of three died on the spot. My soul floated in the air, wishing I could take them with me, but I was powerless. But the next second, a familiar voice rang in my ears: "Wow, Bella, your family driver dropped you off in a Rolls-Royce again today." I stood in the corner of the classroom, looking at everything in disbelief, finally realizing that I had been reborn. "No, that's my dad, not the family driver." This made everyone even more excited: "Oh my god, your dad treats you so well, dropping you off personally even when he's so busy." Bella smiled, accepting it by default, but I knew everything she said was a lie. Thinking of the pain before my death in my past life, I looked at her with hatred. Perhaps sensing my unfriendly gaze, Bella looked at me: "Sarah, your grades are so good, you don't need my help to get into an Ivy League, right?" I withdrew my gaze, about to speak, when Tyler interrupted: "Bella, don't worry about her. Look at her poor appearance. Even if she gets in, she can't afford it. She should just go to community college." "Yeah, she probably can't even pay tuition. Even if Bella is kind enough to get you into an Ivy League, you won't have money to live in the city. Bella can't take care of you forever." At this moment, my classmates firmly believed Bella's words, thinking she could definitely get them into Ivy League schools through the back door. Last night, I checked my scores; they were above the cutoff, so as long as I didn't mess up the application, I would definitely get in. Hearing this, Bella's eyes lit up: "Actually, my family often does charity to help poor students. If you kneel and kowtow to me now, I can pay for your college." I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to punch her: "No need. Things obtained by force that don't belong to you will eventually backfire." Bella's expression froze, then she immediately squeezed out a few tears: "I'm doing this for your own good. After all, if you go to an Ivy League, maybe your destiny will change in the future. If you don't appreciate it, forget it." Seeing her like this, Tyler immediately stepped forward and kicked my knee: "Sarah, don't bite the hand that feeds you. Bella willing to sponsor you is a blessing you earned over eight lifetimes. Hurry up and kowtow to thank her!" "Yeah, what's the use of saving face when you're this poor? Can dignity be eaten?" My leg hurt, but I held on and didn't kneel, just glaring at him hatefully. So many eyes were watching me, waiting to see me kneel humbly. "No need. Although my family is poor, we have money for school. Besides, there are student loans. There's always a way to survive." "As for you, trying to get in through the back door with insufficient scores, be careful not to outsmart yourselves." Chapter 2 Tyler and I met at school. Because my grades were among the best in the class, I often tutored him, and we gradually developed feelings. We had agreed that even if we couldn't go to the same university, we would be in the same city. But everything changed after Bella transferred to our class in senior year. After her high-profile transfer, Bella started flaunting her wealth non-stop, revealing to classmates that she was the daughter of the richest man in the city. School was just for show; her future path was already paved. Not only that, she also gave luxury goods to classmates to show off her financial power. Now most of the class started fawning over this rich girl, including Tyler. Bella gave Tyler the latest gaming console. Since then, Tyler became addicted to games, and his mock exam scores got worse and worse. I saw it and was anxious, advising him to put down the games for a while and focus on studying. He could play all he wanted after the exams. But he didn't listen to me at all, instead blaming me for disturbing his game: "Do you know how expensive this console is? Enough to buy your life! Get lost." In my past life, I couldn't bear to see him fall, so I meddled and told the teacher. Thinking back now, I was really stupid. People like this deserve to rot! "Hahahaha, dying of laughter. Sarah, you're too naive. Do you understand the rules of high society? Getting into an Ivy League is just a word from the richest man." Tyler laughed as if he heard something funny. Other classmates laughed along, the classroom filled with a cheerful atmosphere. "Exactly, three generations of business beat your ten years of hard study." "What's the use of good grades? You'll just work for others after graduation." "Bottom-feeders like you will never understand. What you fight for your whole life might just be a word from the richest man." I smiled. Some of what they said was true, but only if Bella was really the richest man's daughter. "Then I wish you all success," I said. After speaking, I strode out of the school. After walking a block, I got into a Rolls-Royce on the side of the road. The car took me all the way to the villa area. Back home, my parents were waiting for me. "Baby, Mom knew you could do it. Look at the gift Mom prepared for you, do you like it?" My mom took out a box and placed it in front of me. Inside was a large diamond necklace, sparkling dazzlingly under the light. "This is a property deed for an apartment near the university. You can commute directly, no need to squeeze into dorms with other students." My dad placed a property deed in front of me, his expression full of relief. Looking at my living parents, tears burst from my eyes. Fortunately, fortunately, everything was still in time. Chapter 3 Seeing me cry, my parents immediately asked with concern what happened. I looked at the servants at home and wiped my tears: "Let's go to the study and talk slowly." In the study, I told them everything that happened today. Hearing the name Bella Huang, my parents were stunned for a few seconds. "Is Bella Huang Old Huang's daughter?" My mom reacted first. Among our servants, only one had the surname Huang, and that was my dad's driver. That's right, Bella was not the richest man's daughter at all. Her dad was just one of my dad's several drivers. My dad had several drivers. Bella's dad had been here the shortest time, so he hadn't seen me. Shortly after he arrived, he asked my dad about his daughter wanting to transfer schools. Seeing that he was diligent and honest, my dad helped him out and let Bella transfer to our school. Unexpectedly, he raised an ungrateful wretch. "Bastard, I'll fire him right now!" My dad was so angry he swore. I quickly stopped him. Exposing their father-daughter identity now would undoubtedly alert them. Moreover, what they did was more than just faking their identity. "They dare to bully my daughter like this, they must pay the price!" My mom said firmly. I nodded and told them my plan. After finishing, my mom patted my shoulder: "Alright, stop talking about these unhappy things. Now that the scores are out, hurry up and fill in your application. But if you don't want to go to college in the country, it's fine. Mom has contacted schools abroad for you." Last night, the Ivy League admission scores were released. I was thirty points above the line, safe. I immediately told my homeroom teacher the good news and indirectly asked about others' scores. It was difficult for others to get into Ivy Leagues, but getting into a good university was decent. As for Tyler and Bella, their scores were at most enough for community college. I opened my computer, filled in my application, chatted with my parents for a while, and went to sleep. Early the next morning, the homeroom teacher posted a lot of notices about filling out applications in the class group chat, telling students not to miss the deadline, otherwise they would have to repeat the year. No one spoke in the group, but in another group without the teacher, they were mocking the teacher for being old-fashioned. They didn't need to fill out applications at all; Bella would solve everything for them. Bella posted a photo of a foreign attraction in the group a while later. "I'm abroad right now. Don't worry, I've talked to my dad. Just wait for your acceptance letters." Now the group was boiling again, everyone kissing Bella's ass. I silently exited the group. Anyway, I finished my application, booked my flight, and was ready to travel abroad. Chapter 4 Soon it was the deadline day. I was sleeping in the hotel when my mom called. "Baby, the deadline is tonight. Log in to your account again, don't let anything go wrong. I saw on the news yesterday that a kid's application was changed to community college by a relative last year. Check it quickly." I didn't tell anyone my account and password, so it shouldn't be changed, but I took out my computer to be safe. But when I logged in, I was dumbfounded. The Ivy League university I originally filled in had somehow turned into an unknown vocational school. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I couldn't help thanking my mom. I immediately changed the application back and called my parents. They were both startled but calmed down quickly, instructing me to change my password and tell no one. A while later, my dad sent an IP address. Seeing it, I immediately understood. Sure enough, it was that bastard Tyler trying to drag me down. Most of my passwords were related to my birthday. He probably guessed my password and changed my application. Fortunately, my mom was one step ahead and changed it back in time. Although I was abroad now, I wished I could fly back immediately and kill that bitch. I didn't want to go anywhere that day, so I stared at the website in the hotel until the deadline, afraid of problems again. When the deadline arrived, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. But before I could relax, my phone rang. Bella sent me two photos. One was a screenshot of my application. "Since you can't afford an Ivy League anyway, I helped you change it to a community college. Low tuition, perfect for a poor ghost like you." The other was a photo of her and Tyler kissing. "Have to thank Tyler too. If not for him, I wouldn't know your password." I just glanced at it and immediately blocked her. Anyway, I changed my application back, and these people wouldn't be smug for long. Getting into an Ivy League was a big deal. The day before picking up the acceptance letter, the homeroom teacher notified me to pick it up at school the next day so they could share the glory. I did as told. When I arrived at school, I found many people there. "What are you doing here? Today is for Ivy League acceptance letters. Community college ones won't come until next month." A burst of malicious laughter erupted from the crowd. "Forget it, let her stay. Let her see what an Ivy League acceptance letter looks like. She probably only has this one chance in her life to see one." Listening to their ridicule, my heart was calm. After all, the truth would be revealed soon. Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: "The letters are here!" Students looked outside and saw the homeroom teacher walking towards us with an acceptance letter. "Why only one? Didn't our whole class get into Ivy Leagues?" Tyler rushed up first: "Why only one letter, teacher? Where are the rest? Too many to carry? I'll help you." Although holding an Ivy League acceptance letter, the teacher's expression was very ugly: "What's wrong with you guys? I asked the leadership, you weren't admitted at all!"
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