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!" 1 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." 2 "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." 3 Seeing me sit down on the bus, Tyler smiled with relief: "Mia, you're becoming more sensible. Did you finally realize you're not qualified to compete with Bella?" Tyler didn't know I had other plans. As soon as we got off the bus, the classmates swarmed Bella into the convention center. Because Bella was dressed extremely revealingly, and surrounded by a crowd, she quickly attracted everyone's attention. People held up phones and cameras, surrounding Bella. Bella smiled charmingly, striking various suggestive poses for the cameras. I stepped out of the crowd. Whenever I saw someone walking towards us, I grabbed them to promote her: "Our class queen Bella, even though she has the SATs today, her heart is with Comic-Con! She came specifically to give benefits to all you fans!" "Everyone is welcome to come take photos with Bella and promote this new Anime Goddess online!" Hearing that Bella was a student taking the SATs today, onlookers buzzed with discussion: "Not taking the exams seriously, running to Comic-Con to do soft-core porn. What a disgrace to the anime community!" "That skirt is so short you can see her butt cheeks. If I had a daughter like that, I'd strangle her on the spot." Bella was oblivious, thinking she had really become an Anime Goddess. Little did she know, someone had already set up a phone, pointing it at her face and starting a livestream: "A student taking the SATs runs to Comic-Con to strip? Whose unlucky child is this? Parents, come collect her!" With such a sensational title, tens of thousands poured into the livestream instantly. "This kind of stripper couldn't pass the SATs anyway. Community college is too good for her!" "Hey, don't insult community colleges. We don't accept trash like this." Seeing more and more people gathering to criticize Bella, some classmates noticed something was wrong: "Why are so many people pointing at Bella and cursing?" I explained to them: "Those people cursing are just jealous of Bella's beauty. Everyone says Bella is the brightest star at Comic-Con today. Someone even started a livestream for her." "Now there are over 100,000 people in the stream. Bella is really going to be famous! She's going to be a huge influencer!" Hearing my words, Bella shook her hips even more vigorously. She kept winking at the camera, deliberately exposing the cleavage swaying under her low-cut top. Meanwhile, Tyler sneakily left the venue. I had a bad feeling and quickly followed him with my phone. Not long after, Tyler slipped back from a corner of the venue. Two classmates grabbed him anxiously: "Tyler, quickly persuade Bella to go back with us, or we'll miss the Math exam!" At the same time, the homeroom teacher called Tyler's phone: "Tyler, as the class president, you took the whole class to mess around?" Tyler's face changed: "Mia, you snitch! Did you tell the teacher?" The classmates didn't have time to help him gang up on me. They dragged Bella, frantic to leave. "Tyler, at a time like this, does it matter who snitched?" "Look at the time! We have to go back for the exam!" Bella was reluctant, but seeing everyone so anxious, she didn't dare make a sound. However, when we got back to the bus, the whole class was dumbfounded: "Why is the door locked? Where's the driver? Where did the driver go?" 4 "Tyler, didn't your family charter this bus? Do something!" Seeing the classmates crying with anxiety, Tyler looked fierce and suddenly grabbed my hair: "Mia, it's all your fault! As the discipline committee member, you should have reminded everyone of the time instead of watching us miss the exam!" The anxious classmates angrily surrounded me: "Yeah, you usually love bossing people around. Why were you silent on such an important day?" "You're just jealous that Bella got famous, so you deliberately made her miss the exam!" Bella cried again, tears falling like rain: "Mia, do you hate me that much? Won't you be satisfied until you drive me to my death?" I struggled desperately with red eyes, finally escaping Tyler's grip: "What's the use of staring at me? The priority now is to find a way back to the exam hall!" Ignoring the barrage of insults, I took the initiative to call the police, blowing the matter up completely. By this time, some students had collapsed on the ground, eyes blank, mumbling that they were finished. The people who had been watching Bella's livestream followed us out: "Look at them. These students gave up the SATs just to accompany this stripper to Comic-Con!" "Deserved! If I were their parents, I'd disown them immediately!" The more cynical comments there were, the more despairing the classmates became. They vented all their anger on me: "Mia, I hope your whole family dies a horrible death!" I suppressed the anger in my heart and said nothing. Finally, the police arrived with a dozen cars. Facing the curses of over a hundred thousand people on the livestream, the classmates finally rushed back to the exam hall. But what greeted them was the stern rejection of the security guards: "The exam started thirty minutes ago. You are not qualified to enter." Hearing that exam candidates skipped the test for Comic-Con, the media swarmed in too. But the classmates couldn't care less about the cameras. Their knees gave out, and they knelt, wailing: "We didn't mean to be late. Please let me in..." "If I miss the exam, my parents will beat me to death!" The homeroom teacher and the principal also arrived. Seeing Bella still wearing the provocative cosplay outfit, the principal scolded her furiously: "What is the difference between you and a hooker? You've completely disgraced the school!" The classmates no longer cared about protecting Bella. They knelt at the principal's feet one after another, kowtowing and begging: "Principal, please find a way for us to take a make-up exam..." The homeroom teacher was heartbroken, stomping his feet in anger: "On such an important day as the SATs, you ran off to Comic-Con to embarrass yourselves!" "This kind of deliberate refusal to take the exam means you are banned from the SATs for the next three years!" The teacher's words made everyone twitch with anxiety, and some even fainted from despair. Seeing the accomplices who caused my miserable death in my past life reduced to this state, I felt an indescribable pleasure. None of the onlookers sympathized with them. It wasn't until parents started arriving and asking what happened that someone angrily stood up: "It was Tyler! He said he chartered a bus and there would be no problem. He harmed us!" "No, I say it's all Bella's fault. On the day of the SATs, she insisted on going to Comic-Con!" "No... not me..." Bella shivered. Seeing everyone about to turn on Bella, Tyler charged at me with a ferocious face, grabbing my hair and slapping me again: "It's all Mia's fault! She must have sabotaged us, causing everyone to miss the exam!" He bared his teeth, looking murderous: "She's had bad intentions ever since she tore Bella's skirt!" Seeing this, Bella joined in kicking me while I was down: "Yes, if Mia had stopped us from the beginning, there wouldn't have been a problem." "Mia wanted me to miss the exam, so she encouraged me to go to Comic-Con, and ended up harming everyone!" I felt wronged and screamed my lungs out: "You're talking nonsense! I missed the Math exam too! I'm a victim too!" Although the classmates were already crying their souls out, they didn't blindly take sides this time. Instead, they spoke up for me. "Yeah, Mia didn't take the exam either. She was projected to be the valedictorian. She suffered the most." "If you hadn't dragged Mia along, she might have told the teacher earlier, and the teacher could have stopped us in time..." I covered my face, seemingly crying, but actually laughing so hard my shoulders shook. They didn't know. In my past life, because I was confident enough to get into Harvard or Yale, I rejected offers from top overseas universities before scores came out. This time, I played along and simply gave up on the Math exam so Tyler couldn't bind me to the Score Swap System. While this group was wailing, I had already replied to an email from a top overseas university, accepting a highly prestigious offer. But Tyler was determined to pin the blame on me. Seeing everyone turn against him, he actually kicked me down and shouted hysterically: "As the discipline committee member, Mia could have reminded us to leave Comic-Con ages ago, but she kept quiet just to deliberately delay time!" "She is the culprit! Everyone should settle accounts with her!" Tyler's face was dark, looking as vicious as Bella in my past life. His gaze seemed ready to disembowel me right there, making me the unlucky scapegoat. I endured the severe pain in my body and suddenly held up my phone: "I have evidence that proves Tyler harmed everyone!"
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