it?”
I looked at Vivian.
“Since you’re being so thoughtful, leave all the breakfast for me.””
Vivian’s eyes instantly reddened, and she bit her lip.
“Luna, I’m sorry. I know I’m spending your money, but today.. I haven’t eaten breakfast either.”
Brandon stepped in front of Vivian, shielding her.
“Luna Sterling! Don’t be so arrogant! Vivian was kind enough to buy you breakfast, and this is how you treat her?”
I stepped closer to Vivian.
“Didn’t you offer it to me?”
“You insisted on giving it, and I kindly accepted. Now I’m the ungrateful one?”
by one.
My finger tapped her shoulder, one by one.
f you don’t want to give, don’t pretend. You dare to offer, I dare to take. After all, it’s all my money, isn’t it?”
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I turned to look at the man I once adored.
In my previous life, I never tired of looking at him. But now, he looked hideous, like a disgusting, slimy swamp creature.
The next second, Vivian covered her face and ran off, crying.
Brandon, when I wasn’t looking, viciously slapped me across the face.
“This is all your fault! You better write out a detailed exam study plan by tonight! Or I won’t let you get away with this!”
Brandon glared at me, then turned to chase Vivian.
I immediately lifted my foot and delivered a solid kick to his backside.
He sprawled on the ground, his face twisted in rage, eyes almost popping out.
He looked ready to unleash a torrent of curses, but then he suddenly looked at me with pity, as if he understood something.
“I know you like me a lot, but you can’t hurt Vivian just because you’re jealous, can you?”
“Go on, apologize to Vivian, and give her your newly written exam problem–solving notes. She’ll probably forgive you.”
I walked over to him, grabbing a handful of his hair.
“Oh, I will. Just you wait. I’ll make sure you’re both ‘satisfied.”
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At school.
To avoid her spying on my knowledge, I didn’t open a single textbook all day.
During class, I was either reading a novel or doodling little figures.
Out of the comer of my eye, I saw Vivian’s face flushed with anger, furiously stabbing her notebook with a pen.
During self–study, I stood at the front of the classroom and wrote a sentence on the whiteboard.
“How to Ace the Grand National Examl”
In my past life, she played the benevolent benefactor, reaping a harvest of resources that should have been mine. This time, it
was my turn!
I looked at the malicious stares from below, remembering how it was the same in my previous life; whenever I interacted with others in class, everyone would look at me with ill will.
This definitely had something to do with Vivian.
Below, Vivian stood with her hands on her hips, a slight smirk on her lips.
I proceeded to write my entire Grand National Exam strategy on the whiteboard, filling it completely.
“These are the exam notes I painstakingly compiled over two years.”
“Everyone, regardless of your opinions of me, if you have questions, feel free to ask. I don’t mind.”
“Believe it or not, the choice is yours.”
No one picked up a pen.
Some hesitated, some were resolute.
Vivian let out a small laugh, then grabbed an eraser and wiped the entire whiteboard–clean.
She fiddled with her clothes, her gaze provocative, but her words were laced with feigned hurt.
“Luna, I know you’re only acting this way because you’re mad at me.”
“But you’re disrupting everyone’s study time now, and that’s not right.”
“How about I go home and kneel down to apologize to you, okay?”
Others rushed to her defense, throwing trash at me and telling me to get out.
I stood rooted to the spot. In truth, I was at a loss. Everyone seemed as if their brains had been scrambled.
