The day before my final exams, my childhood friend, Liam, gave me a cat pendant necklace. I was happily putting it on when text suddenly floated across my vision like a livestream chat. [Tsk, tsk. See? Women have no brains. That pendant has a micro-camera inside. Tomorrow, every word she writes will be copied by the side chick onto her own exam paper!] [Right, right. This is a trashy melodrama, after all. The exam hall doesn't even have metal detectors. The heroine is done for—accused of plagiarism, life ruined, married off hastily, and finally beaten to death by her abusive husband!] [The male lead only regrets it then, realizing he loved the heroine all along. He starts his revenge on the side chick and the abusive husband. The crazy male lead finally starts his revenge arc!] [Can we fast forward? I only like the parts where the male lead goes psycho! So exciting!] 1 I stared at the floating text for a long while. That’s when I realized I was the heroine in a brain-dead romance novel. In my past life, I wore this necklace to the exam. Every word I wrote was seen by the "side chick," Wendy, and copied onto her paper. Because I handed my paper in thirty minutes later than Wendy, I was accused of plagiarism and doxxed by the entire internet. My family's information was leaked. People even blocked my dad at his office. To escape everything, I went to a community college in a small town. Later, I dropped out, was forced into a marriage, and eventually beaten to death. The "male lead" of my past life, my childhood sweetheart Liam, only realized he loved me after I died. He then started his "psycho revenge arc." He drove the plagiarizer—his wife, Wendy—insane and locked her in a mental asylum. When she got out, he locked her up with my abusive husband, watching her get beaten to death before selling the abuser into slavery. Because of these psychotic acts, Liam gained a massive following online, hailed as a warrior of justice. I watched the text scroll by, a vein throbbing in my forehead. I wanted to slap Liam into the next century. "Snow? What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Liam saw me holding the necklace without putting it on, a shadow crossing his eyes. I snapped back to reality. "I love it. Thanks, Liam." Suppressing the urge to hit him, I put the necklace on. He was the culprit in my past life. He set everything up because he liked Wendy. And in the end, he became the hero? Gag. "Alright, I have to study. I'm heading back." I turned and walked away without looking at him. I was afraid if I stayed any longer, I'd end him right there. Liam, oh Liam. In this life, you will pay in blood! 2 The next morning. I was intentionally late. When I woke up, I deliberately took off the necklace and put it in my bag. Sure enough, the two of them realized something was wrong and spent the whole morning looking for me. The floating text went crazy. [Hey, why is the plot changing? The tragic heroine took off the necklace! Put it on, you idiot! If you don't wear it, how will you miss out on Harvard? If you don't go to community college, how will my psycho male lead chase you? Hurry up, dummy!] [I'm dying here. Did the plot change? I'm not reading if it changed. I'm here for the psycho male lead!] [Exactly! Heroine, follow the script!] [Am I the only one who thinks the heroine is evil? What tragic heroine? Look at her sitting calmly in the car watching those two run around for an hour. She's definitely going to fail the exam. Not a good person!] [So she deserves to be framed and accused of plagiarism!] I frowned as I read the comments. Such vicious thoughts! Just because they're watching someone else's life, they think they can abandon all empathy? I looked away and took another sip of milk. 3 Five minutes before the exam. I was still calmly drinking milk in the car. I watched the two of them, sweating and anxious, searching for me in the crowd for nearly an hour. Their clothes were soaked, faces exhausted. Satisfied, I got out of the car. Satisfying. Just one word. Haha. They panicked again as the other students went inside. When the crowd thinned, they finally saw me. As soon as I approached the exam hall, I saw Liam dragging Wendy toward me, rushing through the few remaining people. "Snow! Where's your necklace?" "Why are you so late? Do you know you almost made us late?" I looked at them innocently. "Necklace? What necklace?" Oh look, they're panicking. Liam's eyes narrowed as they landed on my bare neck. "The necklace I gave you yesterday? You're not wearing it?" Wendy looked awful too. "Snow, how could you? Liam spent so long finding that gift. You're disappointing him!" I acted like I just realized. "Oh, the necklace from yesterday?" Liam checked his watch, nodding frantically. "Oops, I forgot, sorry!" I pulled the necklace out of my bag and put it on in front of them. "I took a shower this morning and forgot. Sorry." Seeing the necklace around my neck, they sighed in relief. With one minute left, I entered the exam hall. They followed quickly. 4 Start. My pen moved like lightning. I barely had to think, writing answers furiously. While others were on question three, I had finished the paper. Even the proctor stared at me, jaw dropped. "Teacher, I'm done!" Just as I capped my pen, Wendy raised her hand. The teacher didn't expect anyone to finish before me. I watched Wendy hand in her paper with her head held high, shooting me a disdainful look before leaving. Looks like there are some talented students this year! The teacher asked me, "Student, are you handing yours in too?" I smiled. "No, teacher. I want to check it again!" I tucked the necklace into my shirt and started checking. The teacher nodded approvingly. This student was more grounded. Seeing the teacher's attention drift and my paper turn blank again, I started re-answering. Yes, I used disappearing ink. The writing vanished in two or three minutes. I had enough time to do the test again. I didn't know the chat was exploding. [WTF, I wanted a tragic romance, is this becoming a revenge story?!] [The plot definitely changed. Why did the heroine suddenly get smart and fight back?] [Not reading. No psycho, no watch!] [Agreed. If she doesn't wait for the male lead to avenge her, it's boring!] [If you're bored, leave! Am I the only one who thinks it's satisfying for her to fight back? Yeah, the male lead avenged her later, but wasn't he the one who deserved to die most?] Finally, a comment on my side. But it was quickly drowned out. I glanced at the text once, then focused on writing faster. What I didn't know was that Wendy, who left first, was interviewed by a reporter and went viral.
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