After finding out my monthly allowance was $70,000, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Hannah, started copying me. I curled my hair; she permed her stick-straight hair. I got a new manicure; she took a picture of my nails to twenty different salons just to get an exact replica. I wore designer brands; she skipped meals and classes, working five jobs a day, just to buy the same items. I thought she was just a harmless copycat, but a month later, I was suddenly diagnosed with an incurable disease and died rapidly. As I closed my eyes, my family, who once doted on me, didn't come to see me. Instead, they were stroking my roommate's head, calling her by my exclusive nickname. I broke down, unable to understand what had happened. After death, my soul lingered and drifted to Hannah's side. She was living in my room, buried in my boyfriend's arms, boasting: "Thanks, Liam. If you hadn't given me the money to copy her, I wouldn't have been able to use the System to steal her luck and become her. Now, everything she had is mine." It turned out everything was caused by her System. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Hannah wanted to get the same hairstyle as me. 1 Click. The sound of a shutter accompanied by a flash. Hannah, caught in the act, frantically hid her phone. My best friend, Lily, leaned in and whispered: "Miley, want me to check if she's secretly taking pictures of you? Lately, I always see her pointing her phone at you like a stalker fan. I can't take it anymore." I shook my head, signaling her to let it go. In my past life, I felt violated and demanded to see her photos. But Hannah's gallery was empty, and I ended up being labeled a bully. Yet by nightfall, her stick-straight black hair was curled exactly like mine. From color to curl pattern, even the length—there wasn't a single difference. From that day on, based on her silhouette, my friends repeatedly mistook Hannah for me. Thinking of that System, I messaged my personal stylist. "Sis, I'm bored with curls. Design me a new, high-difficulty hairstyle that no one can copy. Do a good job, and I'll give you a bonus." Her attitude was enthusiastic; she immediately sent a photo. In the picture, seven or eight stylists were in a meeting, designing my hair. I smiled, turned off my screen, and turned to Lily: "Let's go get our hair done later. Call Wendy, it's my treat." "Sure, but we don't want to take advantage of you. Let Wendy and me treat you to dinner later." Before I could speak, Hannah's shrill voice rang out from behind. "Where are you guys going to eat? Why didn't you invite me? I'm your roommate, why are you isolating me? Miley, do you look down on me?" Her voice was too loud, attracting the attention of the entire class. Feeling everyone's gaze, Hannah switched to a victimized look, pitifully saying: "I know you guys come from well-off families and are locals, looking down on someone from a small town like me. But I really want to have a good relationship with you guys and be friends." Her idea of "being friends" and "having a good relationship" meant every time we went out to eat, she'd use her lack of money as an excuse to dodge the bill. If we pressed her, she'd use her background as an excuse, saying how pitiful she was and how little money she had. After a few times, we just didn't want to hang out with her anymore. Just as I was about to pull out evidence to retort, my boyfriend and class monitor, Liam, charged out like a knight in shining armor: "Miley, didn't I tell you? I don't like bossy girls. Can you stop bullying people just because your family has some stinking money!" "Although Hannah's family is worse off than yours, she's more outstanding than you people born with silver spoons. She came from a small town to study at the same university as you, don't you see how much effort she put in..." Hearing him constantly refer to my "stinking money" and seeing him defend Hannah so fiercely. I felt a wave of nausea. If my family hadn't sponsored him, he'd still be in that remote village, working in a factory screwing bolts. If I hadn't asked my parents to increase his allowance and constantly bought him high-end goods, how could he maintain his image of a well-off guy? But Liam wasn't grateful. Instead, he despised the smell of my money, yet used it to help Hannah, knowing full well about her plan to replace me. Thinking of how disgusting he looked holding Hannah in my past life, I immediately messaged my parents. From now on, the group would stop sponsoring Liam. Let him and Hannah work part-time together as a struggling couple. 2 Seeing me still on my phone, Liam got even angrier: "Miley Qin, do you not think you did anything wrong?" "I, Liam, cannot accept such an unreasonable and bossy girlfriend. If you know you're wrong, apologize to Hannah immediately and compensate her, or else I..." "Or else what?" Liam thought I was scared and raised his voice. "If you don't apologize, I'm breaking up with you!" In the past, hearing "break up" would make me obey him immediately. After all, he saved me from thugs two years ago, and I was obedient out of gratitude. But after experiencing a bizarre death, I was no longer the girl who only saw romance. "Then let's break up." I blurted it out, shifting my gaze from the phone screen to his face: "However, breaking up is one thing. Since you say I use money to pressure people, you must look down on my money. So, the $300,000 you spent over these years, transfer it back to me now." He was nervous when I agreed to break up, but hearing me ask for money, he suddenly relaxed, assuming I was just throwing a tantrum and playing hard to get. Because I was the most generous with money towards him and would never ask for it back. He pretended to be magnanimous: "Fine, take it. I don't need your money." Hannah wasn't happy hearing this; she still needed money to copy me. "No! Liam, you can't give the money. Who returns money after a breakup!" "Besides, didn't you spend money on her during the relationship? Maybe you spent more. She asks for $300,000, you should calculate too, don't let her take advantage." Liam knew exactly how much he spent on me. He felt guilty but still pretended to be generous: "It's okay, Hannah. Since Miley was my girlfriend, I'll give it to her if she wants it." While speaking, he winked at me, signaling me not to expose him and to stop while I was ahead. Before, considering his pride, I would have endured it. But now, I pulled up the list of gifts he gave me on my phone: "May 2023, when we started, you gave me a single rose. August, silver earrings. October, a ceramic bowl. This is the total cost of our three-year relationship. I wonder if these things are worth even $50..." I looked up at him again: "Student Liam, do you need me to read out how you spent my money in front of the class? Or do you want me to forward the bills to the class group chat?" Liam froze for a moment, observing my expression. He realized I was serious, but he still refused to apologize to me in front of everyone. His face turned cold, gritting his teeth: "Isn't it just $300,000? I'll transfer it." He took out his phone, tapping furiously on the screen. "I transferred the money. Don't come looking for me again!" He said that, but I didn't receive any notification. Hannah didn't know he was faking it. Thinking the money was sent, she snatched his phone trying to recall it. But after searching for a while, she didn't see any transaction record. Confused, she said: "Liam, I don't see the transfer record. Which bank did you use? Tell me quickly, I'll recall it." Hearing this, I almost laughed out loud. Liam's face turned red. He shouted "shut up" at her and tried to drag her away. I blocked their path: "Liam, if you're going to transfer, do it properly. Why pretend? I didn't receive a dime. Playing games with me? You despise my money but enjoy eating soft rice?" Afraid people wouldn't believe me, I held up my phone, showing various payment pages. Liam didn't expect me not to give him any face and expose him like this. "Must be the network. The money hasn't arrived yet! I'll transfer again." This time, the voice notification for $300,000 rang out. Liam looked incredibly pained but still postured: "See? I don't care about your money at all!" I nodded, smiling contentedly at my balance. "Great. Money received, breakup done. We have nothing to do with each other now." Saying that, I tried to pull Lily away. But he grabbed my hand: "You haven't apologized to Hannah for isolating her! You can't leave!" His words reminded me. I hadn't thrown the mud Hannah flung at me back yet. Thanks to frequenting my family's restaurant private rooms, I had surveillance footage. I called the restaurant staff and then sent the video of our four-person meals to the class group chat. "Why we don't hang out with her? See for yourselves in the group chat video." 3 Saying that, I dragged my roommates away first. By the time we reached the salon, the group chat had exploded. [OMG, how can someone be so self-righteous about being broke? Isn't this just freeloading?] [Forget Miley and the others, if I met her, I'd hide far away.] Seeing the comments getting harsher, Hannah sent crying emojis, claiming I had a vendetta against her and the video was fabricated. But people aren't fools; no one believed her. Humiliated, she frantically messaged me demanding a clarification. Seeing this, Liam also sent me a string of messages. [Miley Qin, I'm so disappointed in you. Just a small conflict between you two, is it necessary to slander Hannah like this?] [You hurt her. You need to apologize, return the $300,000, and transfer another $100,000 as compensation. Otherwise, I will never forgive you and never get back together with you.] This righteous demand for money made me laugh. Really treating me like an ATM? Stimulated by this, I suddenly remembered something. In my past life, Hannah changed hairstyles, bought luxury goods, and got manicures. When asked how she had so much money, she claimed she earned it from part-time jobs. Even I believed it until I died, until I heard her conversation with Liam. I realized she mocked me for being born with a silver spoon while guiltlessly sucking my blood. My mood ruined, I replied with "F*ck off." Just as I was about to block him, a payment notification popped up from "Intimate Pay." It was a hair salon bill. I trembled with rage, scrolling through past bills. Dresses, women's underwear, condoms... everything. The earliest one dated back to March of the year before last. So they had been cheating on me this early. I didn't hold back, directly @Liam in the class group. [Nice one, Liam. Using my Intimate Pay to keep your mistress?] Before he could reply, I @Hannah. [Feels good spending my money, huh? Scumbag and btch, a perfect match.]* I unlinked Intimate Pay. Afraid they'd take advantage, I called every place where I had membership cards. No one but me could use them. On the other side, just after paying for Hannah's perm, Liam suddenly found Intimate Pay unusable. Thinking the app crashed, he restarted it several times. The staff thought he was trying to dine and dash, staring at him. Hannah felt embarrassed and urged him: "Liam, pay quickly. I'll reward you properly later." Helpless, Liam opened his own payment code, using his meager funds. When the $2,500 notification sounded, he couldn't help but scream: "Why so expensive? It's just hair! Hannah, did you get scammed?" The staff rolled their eyes and muttered: "We are a luxury salon. $4,000 total is expensive? Don't do it if you can't afford it." Feeling humiliated, Liam's face flushed. Then, seeing the 99+ messages in the group chat, he almost fainted from anger. He wanted to vent his rage on me, but couldn't get through. I was blissfully unaware, immersed in getting my hair done. Six hours later, I rocked a Hime cut, Lily went blonde, and Wendy got big waves. Satisfied, I wanted to post on Moments. But thinking about being stalked, I gave up. Just thinking about Hannah's face tomorrow made me happy. 4 Before class the next day, I heard someone calling my name in the hallway. I followed the voice and saw the class rep mistaking Hannah's back for mine because of the curls. Hannah turned around, smiling shyly: "Oh, Class Rep, I'm not Miley. Do we look too alike? A lot of people mistook me today." My eyes turned cold. I strode forward and interrupted: "Where do we look alike? Hannah, my skin isn't as dark as yours, I'm not as short, and my eyes aren't as small. Don't lie through your teeth." Recovering, the Class Rep saw my new hairstyle and agreed: "Yeah, you and Miley don't look alike at all. I just mistook the curly hair." She linked arms with me affectionately: "But your new style is so beautiful, even better than before. I won't mistake you again." Other friends chimed in: "Yeah, so beautiful. Thought big waves suited you, but this Hime cut is even better." "Right, this hairstyle is so unique, obviously custom designed. If someone tries to copy it again, it'll just be a cheap knockoff." Hearing this, Hannah turned red with anger and stomped her foot: "What do you mean? Think I want to copy her? Think I want to look like her? What's worth copying about a rich second generation like her!" After speaking, her jealous gaze fell on my hair: "Ugly, so ugly. Who told you to get a Hime cut? Doesn't suit you at all." Seeing her like this, instead of getting angry, I stroked my hair and smiled: "Is that so? As long as I like it." I bumped past her, but Hannah chased and blocked me: "But Liam won't like it! He prefers how you looked before." Afraid I wouldn't believe her, she dragged Liam over. "Right, Liam? You think so too, right?" Liam looked at me, ears burning red, stuttering like he had a stroke, unable to speak. Hannah burst into tears out of frustration, pushed me, and ran into the classroom. "Sick. Go see a doctor if you're sick." I cursed at her and pushed back. During the break, Wendy came back from the bathroom and whispered to me: "I just heard Hannah on the phone. She booked a manicure for this afternoon. And guess what? The picture she showed was the one you posted two days ago. If I hadn't accidentally bumped into her phone, I wouldn't have known she was stalking your social media." This reminded me. I found Hannah's profile to block her. But a fun idea popped into my head, so I changed my mind. "Great. I'm bored with this nail style anyway. Shall we change it later?"
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