The school was being renovated over the summer, and my classmates asked me, the class monitor, where they should store their luggage. I coldly told them to figure it out themselves. Why? Because in my past life, I kindly let my classmates store their luggage in my home. But when the new semester started, the entire class accused me of stealing a huge amount of valuables. My grad school recommendation was revoked, my personal information was leaked online, leading to cyberbullying, and my parents, who lived in the countryside, died tragically on their way to testify for me. As I wept over my parents' bodies, my classmates laughed and said: "We were just joking. Who knew you'd take it seriously? You're the class monitor, can't you take a joke? Don't be the monitor if you can't handle it." Disheartened and before I could prove my innocence, I was humiliated and killed by homeless men who broke into my home. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment my classmates asked me how to handle their luggage. 1 "Monitor, the school's notice was too sudden. We aren't prepared at all. With so much luggage, we can't move it anytime soon. As the monitor, think of something for us." Looking at my classmate Liam, who was waiting for my answer with an expectant face, I suddenly clenched my fists. Anger kept bubbling up in my heart. I pinched my palm hard to stabilize myself. I didn't expect to be reborn. Thinking of the slander and insults poured on me in my past life, I wished I could go crazy right there and question why Liam and his gang accused me of stealing a huge amount of property. But I couldn't. Because nothing has happened yet, and I have no evidence. I took a deep breath. "Although the school's notice was urgent, there's a shipping station right at the gate. You can just ship it home." I spoke coldly. The shipping station had opened downstairs in the dorm building. Anyone with a brain would know what to do, yet they came to ask me. "Huh? But my home is out of state. It costs too much to ship. Monitor, you know my family situation. Can you help me?" Another classmate, Rachel, clasped her hands together and spoke pitifully. She was a student on financial aid. As the monitor, I took care of her. Usually, if there was a collective expense, I paid for her. I even fought for her financial aid this semester with the counselor. But in my past life, she slandered me the most. Not only did she leak my personal information first, but she also started a livestream to complain, saying I, the monitor, secretly forced her to give me money. At that time, her eyes were vicious, wishing she could bite a piece of meat off me, completely different from this weak and bullyable appearance now. Chills ran down my spine. I shook my head calmly. "How much money you spend isn't my concern. Anyway, you must pack up before the holidays. If you leave things in the dorm and lose them, you bear the responsibility." As soon as these words came out, wailing ensued. Especially Rachel; she never thought I would refuse her. She wanted to say something more, but another voice appeared. "Oh, what's there to worry about? Our monitor's family is rich. She has a small apartment near the school. Everyone can just put their things there. The monitor always likes to help others; she definitely won't refuse us, right, Monitor?" I looked up at the owner of the voice. My best friend, Faye. She affectionately held my arm and directed the classmates to move their luggage. "Liam, you put the luggage in the small bedroom later. Rachel, yours goes in the storage room. The rest of the classmates can put theirs in the living room; it's quite big there." After Faye finished speaking, she remembered I was the owner of the house. She smiled embarrassedly. "Sorry, Monitor. I just thought the house is empty anyway, might as well use it to help classmates. Besides, didn't you plan this long ago? The classmates and I will be very grateful to you!" With a wave of Faye's hand, Liam led people to start cheering. In my past life, it was like this too. The house my parents bought for me was treated by Faye as her own. Without even asking me, she arranged everything on her own initiative. It's just that I did have this intention in my past life, so I didn't stop it. In this life, I won't seek my own death. "No, that's my house. You have no right to put things in it." 2 As I spoke, I forcefully pulled my arm out of Faye's embrace. "And you, Faye. If I remember correctly, you still have my house key. Give it back to me now, lest something happens to my house and you can't explain it." I remember clearly after my accident in my past life, Faye looked like she was explaining for me, but in reality, every word she said put me on the roasting rack. The house my parents bought me became something I got from being a mistress. My parents living in the countryside was twisted by Faye into me feeling ashamed of them. Even my grad school recommendation, Faye said I got it through shady means. And to think Faye and I grew up together; I treated her like my own sister. I was trembling with anger, my face black as thunder, but no one cared about me. Especially Faye; she blinked, and two lines of tears fell. "I just wanted to help the classmates solve their problems. Was it necessary to speak so harshly to me?! And you forced the key on me back then; I didn't ask for it. I'll give it back to you now!" Faye said, fishing a key out of her pocket and throwing it viciously at my feet. I bent down to pick it up nonchalantly. This was the effect I wanted. Who knows how many copies of a key there can be? I just wanted Faye to break up with me on the spot. This way, Faye wouldn't be able to do anything disadvantageous to me under my banner. Others seeing Faye treated like this by me only thought I was crazy, especially Liam. He had a crush on Faye. Seeing his goddess wronged, he couldn't hold back first. He yelled at me. "Gwen, you are the monitor! You should be responsible for us classmates! Faye was just thinking from our perspective. How can you treat her like this? Do you have a conscience?" Seeing this, Rachel chimed in from the side. "Exactly, Faye just wanted to help us. What did she do wrong? On the contrary, you rely on having some money to look down on us. Who knows where your money comes from!" Rachel's words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart, instantly igniting my anger. "I earned my money by working part-time! It has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with Faye! The house is mine too! Helping you is a favor; not helping you is my duty. If you keep making trouble, don't blame me for being impolite! If you're not convinced, go find the counselor. If you think I'm not a competent monitor, I can tell you clearly, I quit!" 3 I hadn't wanted to be this monitor for a long time. Working myself to death helping classmates, only to be thought of as taking all the benefits because I was the monitor. But if they looked closely, they would know that since I became monitor, whether it was scholarships, financial aid, or awards, my name was never on the list. The only grad school recommendation was awarded to me by the school leaders after I won awards in various competitions. Liam and the others were stunned by my appearance. He looked at me awkwardly. "We just thought putting it in your house would be convenient. We didn't force you. Is it necessary to take it so seriously? Worst case, we won't put it there." Liam hemmed and hawed, and Rachel was also reluctant on the side. "Exactly, other monitors sacrifice themselves for others, but you fuss over every little thing. That's your house; if you don't let us go, we won't go. It's not like we have to." I laughed out loud at their behavior. Listening to this, it sounded like it was my fault for not lending it to them. If it were someone else with thin skin or high moral standards, they might have agreed. But after living a past life, I knew this was just a facade they deliberately put on. As long as I let them in, I would still be screwed over by them. I took a deep breath. "That's good. If you have nothing else, hurry up and move." After saying this, I left without looking back. I hadn't packed my things yet; I didn't have time to mess around with them. Moreover, I had to hurry to install surveillance cameras and change the locks on the house. In my past life, I was too naive, thinking everyone had been classmates for three years. After giving the house to them, I didn't think of installing cameras, so when they poured dirty water on me in the end, I couldn't even produce evidence. But before I could do these things, the counselor called me. Looking at the counselor in front of me, I looked incredulous. "Counselor, you mean let me give up the house for them to store luggage? But this is my house; I have to live there for my internship during the holidays." The counselor looked troubled. "I know this is a bit difficult, but there's no other way. The school is being renovated, and the students really have nowhere to put their luggage. If you didn't have a house, it would be fine, but the Dean found out you have a house. You know the Dean's character; he likes helping others the most. If you don't listen to him, what about your grad school spot?" The counselor sighed. I froze in place. This was something that hadn't happened in my past life, leaving me somewhat helpless. The counselor was right. I only had the qualification for recommendation; the specific quota would be decided next semester. After all, the Dean is the Dean. If he really wants to block me, it's simple. However, it's true the Dean likes to help others, but how did he know I have a house, and why did he insist I hand it over? I didn't understand, wanting to ask the counselor, but he shook his head too. Instead, a teacher gossiping nearby spoke up. "Maybe Faye from your class told the Dean? Isn't she taking the Dean's elective course? I heard the Dean likes her very much." My hair stood on end instantly. The teacher's words reminded me. In my past life, Faye was the first to tell me my recommendation qualification was cancelled. At that time, I was too busy to take care of myself, and I felt the sky collapse when I heard the news. Thinking about it now, I, the party involved, hadn't received any news, so how did Faye know so quickly? 4 I walked out of the office with heavy steps. Just as I reached the door of the house, I saw Faye, Liam, and the others smiling. Their luggage was piled messily at the door. Seeing me, they looked like hungry wolves seeing food. Liam spoke triumphantly. "Monitor, you said you wouldn't let us move our luggage here, but you still have to open the door obediently. Don't complain. The Dean ordered you. Besides, you are the monitor; you should serve the class. Don't worry, next semester, we'll still let you be the monitor." As Liam spoke, he gestured for me to take out the key. Seeing me move slowly, he impatiently grabbed the key and unlocked the door himself. Seeing this, the others didn't say a word to me but thanked Liam for opening the door instead. The newly renovated house instantly became messy because of this luggage. Liam made himself at home, turning on all the appliances. Without even taking off his shoes, he took a few boys to my bed to play video games. Rachel pointed and commented on my decoration, greed almost drowning her eyes. I was trembling with anger but could only stand there watching. Because besides these classmates, our Dean was also there. He stood with Faye. Even knowing I was waiting on the side, he didn't give me a good face. In the end, he patted Faye's shoulder with relief. "You did very well in this matter. Thinking for the school and the class is what a good student should do. Unlike some people, who enjoy the school's resources but don't treat the school as home!" The Dean was imposing. He wanted to say more but was interrupted by Faye to smooth things over. The Dean only left after the students had packed up their things. And in all this time, I only got a dissatisfied look from the Dean. Suppressing the anger in my heart, I walked up to Faye. Her luggage was also moved here. Unlike others throwing theirs on the floor, she stuffed her luggage into my closet like the owner, throwing my original clothes on the floor. "What's wrong, Gwen? Are you still unhappy because classmates moved their luggage to your house? But we are classmates; mutual help is expected. If you fuss about it more, you'll seem petty." As soon as Faye finished speaking, Liam began to agree loudly. "Exactly, exactly. We didn't hold anything against you originally. If you keep holding onto this, don't blame us for complaining to the Dean." I twitched the corner of my mouth. The Dean only came once, and they treated him as a savior, even threatening me with this. Faye's move was really good. I looked at Faye; she still had that innocent look. But having been with her for so long, how could I not know Faye was waiting for me to make a scene? Although I haven't figured out exactly what Faye wants to do, I won't just go along with her wishes. I glanced imperceptibly at the surveillance camera installed just today. The camera was hidden. Liam and the others hadn't seen it since they came in. I laughed out loud, speaking amidst Faye's astonished gaze. "How could that be? Like Faye said, we are classmates; mutual help is expected. My house, you guys live freely." "However."
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