I was the poorest student in the whole school, yet I disguised myself as the daughter of a top mogul. In my last life, Brittany, the queen bee, and her posse stripped me naked and recorded it. They used that video to force me to drop out, and I eventually died alone and homeless on the cold streets. After being reborn, I accidentally bound myself to a system that let me interact with future viewers. The bullet comments floating by were full of mockery—some called me vain, others said I deserved it, all waiting to see me hit rock bottom again. Until one comment popped up: 【She looks so pitiful. Big sis is sending a gift to cheer you up.】 A heavy gold bar instantly materialized in my hand. When Brittany and her crew cornered me again, sneering that everything I wore was fake, I just looked at the ten million dollars that had just landed in my bank account and smiled. Brittany and her group had me cornered at the end of the hallway, arms crossed, her chin held high like a swan. “Anya, those knock-offs you’re wearing actually look pretty decent,” Tiffany, one of her sidekicks, reached out to yank at the collar of my dress. I stepped back, dodging her hand. In front of me, translucent bullet comments scrolled wildly. 【Here we go! The showdown between our protagonist and the wicked villainess!】 【This Anya is such a faker. A poor girl from the wrong side of the tracks daring to compete with our Brittany for the Queen Bee title.】 【She’s getting what she deserves! Can’t wait to see her exposed in public!】 I ignored the noise, just glancing down at my phone. Just moments ago, a golden bullet comment had flashed across the screen. 【Don’t worry, I support you! Can’t stand how arrogant they are. Here’s ten million, go show them what you’re made of!】 Immediately after, a text notification from my bank popped up. Deposit: $10,000,000.00. Looking at that long string of zeros, the last bit of panic vanished from my heart, replaced by a cold, almost ruthless calm. In my last life, it was right here they stripped me, recorded me, forced me to drop out, and I ended up freezing to death under an overpass like a stray dog. My grandmother, my only living relative, eventually died consumed by endless humiliation and grief. It wasn’t until my life started over that I finally understood: I was nothing but a mere stepping stone in a story, meant to highlight the female lead Brittany’s pure kindness and innocence. My entire existence seemed to be about being utterly defeated by her, to showcase her perfection. I wasn’t going to stand for it. I sold the only dilapidated house I owned back in my hometown. With that money, I disguised myself as a wealthy heiress no one dared to mess with. Because I knew, in this world, the weaker you appear, the more people want to chew you up and spit you out. “What, scared?” Brittany’s smirk deepened when I didn’t speak. I lifted my head and smiled. Right in front of them, I pulled out my phone and dialed the police. “Hello, police? I’d like to report a crime. Someone at S University, on the third floor of the academic building, is publicly slandering me and seriously damaging my reputation.” Brittany and her cronies froze, as if they hadn’t expected me to do something like that. I looked at their dumbfounded faces and continued speaking into the phone: “Yes. And I suspect they stole my newly bought, limited edition diamond necklace, valued at three million dollars. Please hurry.” Hanging up, I tucked my phone back into my pocket and looked at the ashen-faced Brittany. “Now, we wait for the police to handle this.”
The police arrived quickly. Brittany and her friends completely panicked. Even though their families were wealthy, public defamation coupled with suspicion of theft was enough to leave a criminal record on their files. “I didn’t! You’re lying! When did I steal your necklace?!” Tiffany shrieked. I looked at her coldly. “I’m just suspecting. Whether you did or not, we’ll know after the police search.” Brittany tried to maintain her dignity as a member of high society, but her voice was already trembling. “Anya, don’t take it too far! We were just joking around!” “Joking around?” I advanced on her, step by step, the hatred in my eyes practically overflowing. “Last life, that’s what you said too. You stripped me and filmed it, claiming it was just a joke. You forced me to drop out, caused my grandmother’s death—was that a joke too?” My voice wasn’t loud, but it pierced their hearts like an ice pick. Brittany’s face completely lost its color. She couldn’t understand why I was saying such strange things. But in front of my eyes, my words caused a surging wave of bullet comments. 【OMG? There’s backstory to this? She suffered that badly in her last life?】 【Is that true? Our protagonist would do such a thing? I don’t believe it!】 【Anyone can say anything without proof, she’s definitely making it up to get out of trouble!】 But there were also different voices. 【Why do I feel like she’s not lying… that hatred in her eyes, you can’t fake that.】 【If that’s true, that’s just heartbreaking.】 【Don’t cry, sweetie, I’m sending you a diamond. It’s even bigger than her three-million-dollar one!】 I felt my pocket grow heavy, a velvet box appearing inside. The police arrived and took all of us to the station. On the way, I received a SnapChat from my roommate, Chloe. “Anya, where are you? Are you still going to the designer showcase this weekend?” I replied: “Something came up, I’m at the police station.” There was silence for a few seconds, then a FaceTime call immediately came through. Her voice was full of anxiety: “What happened? Wait there, I’ll have my dad pull some strings right away!” Hanging up, I watched the street outside the car window blur past, my heart perfectly calm. This life, I wasn’t alone anymore. With the money from selling my house, I rented the most expensive apartment, bought the highest-quality designer dupes, and on the first day of school, I rented a Rolls-Royce, loudly establishing my persona as a rich heiress. My three roommates, Skylar, Chloe, and Bella, were all genuinely from high society. In my last life, I was too insecure to talk to them, and they treated me like I was invisible. When I was bullied, they just watched coldly. This life, I spoke their language and engaged with them on their terms. We talked about luxury brands, gossip, and guys. I even knew more about the new collections than they did, because I’d made studying them my homework. When they realized I had even better taste and was even “richer” than them, they naturally accepted me. That’s just human nature.
At the police station, Brittany’s parents arrived quickly. They immediately tried to use money and connections to smooth everything over. “Officer, it’s all a misunderstanding, just kids messing around,” Brittany’s father, a shrewd-looking businessman, handed over his business card. The police officer didn’t take it. I sat in my chair and spoke coldly. “It’s not a misunderstanding. They verbally abused me, and I demand that a case be opened. As for the necklace, I can drop that, but the defamation needs to be addressed.” Brittany’s mother glared, pointing at me. “You insolent little brat, don’t push your luck! Do you think I can’t make you lose your footing in S City?!” I pulled out my phone and started recording. “Officer, she’s threatening me.” The Xu family’s parents’ faces turned extremely ugly. Finally, with the intervention of a lawyer brought in by Chloe’s father, the matter was “satisfactorily” resolved. Brittany and her sidekicks had to post a public apology on the school forum and pay me $200,000 in emotional damages. Stepping out of the police station, Chloe was waiting for me in her G-Wagen. “Anya, get in! I’m taking you to get some good food to help you recover from today’s scare!” Skylar and Bella were also in the car. Seeing the exhaustion on my face, they immediately offered me water and snacks. “You scared us to death! That Brittany and her gang are just awful!” “Seriously, if they ever bother you again, tell us, we’ll help you get revenge!” I smiled, a corner of my heart warming slightly. “It’s fine now. Let’s go, eat.” That $200,000, plus the ten million from the bullet comment tips, and that diamond box, was my first capital to gain a foothold in this world. But it wasn’t enough. Far from enough. What I wanted was to trample Brittany and her people, along with the families behind them, under my feet. What I wanted was the absolute power to control my own destiny, even without the bullet comment system.
Back in the dorm, I took out the velvet box. Opening it, inside was a huge pink diamond, glittering dazzlingly under the light. My roommates gasped. “Holy crap! Anya, where did this come from? This must be worth millions!” I picked it up and casually examined it. “An elder gave it to me. I don’t really like it, the color’s too light.” I pushed the box toward Bella. “Bella, your skin is fair, this would look great on you. It’s yours.” Bella waved her hands frantically. “No, no! This is too expensive!” “Don’t be silly with me,” I insisted, pressing the box into her hand. “It’s just a trinket.” Finally, Bella couldn’t refuse me and accepted it. But she immediately transferred $500,000 to me. “Anya, you have to take this money! Otherwise, I can’t accept this diamond!” Looking at the extra $500,000 on my phone, my heart was unfazed. Money was just a tool. Winning people’s hearts, that was the real goal. Because of this incident, my roommates no longer doubted my “wealthy heiress” identity and became even closer to me. That night, Chloe shrieked, holding her phone. “The Freshman Queen competition has started! Anya, you have to enter!” Bella, another roommate, chimed in, “Yeah, bring glory to our dorm room 404!” My heart stirred. In my last life, I also signed up under their encouragement. But because my votes surpassed Brittany’s, it led to a series of retaliations. “What’s the prize for first place?” I asked. “A $10,000 prize! And you get to host the Freshman Welcome Gala, earn extra credit, and it helps you get into the student council!” Student council… subsidies, extra credit, and most importantly, it would make it easier for me to take time off to make money. I agreed. “Alright, I just started a small company, so I’m busy and often need to take time off.” I casually spun a small lie. My roommates, as expected, looked at me with envy. Skylar immediately grabbed her camera. “Come on, Anya, I’ll take your photo for the competition!” In the photo, I wore a simple white dress, my long, sleek hair cascading down to my waist. The dress’s cut perfectly accentuated my figure. As soon as the photo was uploaded, my vote count began to soar. Bullet comments appeared just in time. 【Oh my god, with that elegance and beauty, no wonder the male lead is so captivated.】 【She’s putting on such an act, too bad it’s all fake.】 【Am I the only one who feels sorry for her? It must be so exhausting to maintain this image all the time.】 【Big sis supports you, here’s a little something for you.】 Suddenly, I felt a weight in my palm. A solid gold heart-shaped charm appeared out of thin air in my hand. My mind went blank. Bullet comments… really turn into real objects. A bold plan gradually formed in my mind— I would continue to maintain my rich heiress persona in front of those wealthy kids, while simultaneously showcasing a vulnerable side to these bullet comment viewers who needed to protect me.
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