On the first day of college, I became the center of attention in the freshman group chat. Channel bags, Tom Ford makeup, Celine shirts, and Balenciaga shoes – I posted photos of them all in the group. I maxed out all my credit cards to carefully craft the image of a rich socialite, luring Lucy step by step into my trap. Three months later, she used the “life exchange system” to swap lives with me. I was reborn! During the summer after high school graduation, I worked three jobs a day. Livestreaming, tutoring, and doing online translations. After three busy months, I earned about $12,000. I didn’t waste a penny of it, spending it all on luxury goods. Channel bags, Tom Ford makeup, Celine shirts and Balenciaga shoes. On the first day of school, I used these items to successfully become the center of attention in the freshman group chat. [Is there parking near the dorm? I don’t want to leave my Lamborghini at home.] [Didn’t you all travel abroad this summer? I visited several countries. What’s the point of traveling if you don’t go overseas?] [Don’t call me Miss. My family does have some assets, but my parents always say to stay humble.] Every day I would post glamorous photos on Instagram, making sure to show high-end restaurant backgrounds or newly purchased expensive cosmetics. I successfully packaged myself as a show-off, low EQ rich socialite who came from money. Seeing Lucy’s envious compliments in the group chat, I knew the fish had taken the bait. I added her as a friend and sent an obnoxious voice message: “Lucy, right? From now on you can be my little follower! I’ll give you these things I don’t want anymore.” Attached was a photo of my newly bought Michael Kors signature tote bag, some outdated Chanel t-shirts, and a brand new bottle of Yankee Candle perfume. Lucy quickly replied with a voice message: “Thank you, Emma! Let me know if you need anything anytime.” She called me “Emma” very intimately, as if the role of follower brought her great satisfaction. But only I knew that she must be gritting her teeth and cursing me right now! Because in my past life, without me as the “rich socialite”, she had targeted an overseas Chinese girl in our class. Using the same flattery tactics, she became that girl’s follower. Three months into the semester, after fully understanding the overseas girl’s family background, she used the “life exchange system” on her. In my past life, after I accidentally witnessed her using the system to exchange lives, she imprisoned and tortured me. Before I died, she confessed everything to me. “This world was born for me. Whoever I set my sights on, I can exchange lives with them.” “Although I only have one chance.” When I discovered I had actually been reborn, I knew my one chance to change my life had come. I had to become Lucy’s target for the life exchange. I wanted her to know that even with the system, she would still lose miserably.
One month into the semester, the money I earned from my summer jobs was completely gone. I opened a credit card. Two months in, the credit card limit was maxed out. I started taking out online loans. Three months in, I woke up to find myself in Lucy’s dorm room. I knew I had succeeded. Using a fabricated wealthy family background and luxury goods bought with loans, I had gotten Lucy to use the system on me. From now on, I was Lucy. And she had become Emma. As class time approached, my roommate Lily was getting ready to leave. Seeing I was still in bed, she asked curiously: “Lucy, weren’t you supposed to save a seat for Emma today? Won’t she be angry if you’re late?” “Let her be angry, I’ve had enough.” Now that I had become Lucy, the first step was successful. No need to keep acting like a sycophant. I slept until noon, and by the time I returned to the classroom after lunch, the afternoon classes were about to start. “Emma” was standing at the classroom door, looking at me with hostility: “Lucy, you said you’d save me a seat. Where did you go? You made me late and the teacher scolded me.” I pretended to be angry and grabbed her collar. “What did you do to me? Why did I become you?” She leaned in close to my ear, deliberately lowering her voice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What do you mean, my little follower?” “Enjoy being a poor nobody, Lucy!” Emma laughed as she shook off my hand, shoved me hard, and swaggered into the classroom. Inside the classroom. The class monitor was spraying saliva at the podium: “New Year’s is coming up, and the school is holding a New Year’s party. Anyone who wants to sign up, come get a form from me.” Emma eagerly expressed her interest in participating. I guessed that with her vanity, she would definitely want to go on a shopping spree and then make a splash at the New Year’s party to get more attention and praise. Sure enough, as soon as class ended, Emma started discussing what gowns to wear on stage with some other rich girls. “I just picked out a haute couture evening gown. I’ll have my mom buy it for me and send you guys photos when it arrives.” “Emma, your family really spoils you, giving you whatever you want.” “Well, girls should be raised with wealth, right? Otherwise our horizons are too narrow and we’re easily deceived.” Everyone was fawning over her and flattering her. Hiding in the shadows, I was smiling too. I wonder if she’s checked her bank account balance yet? She can talk big all she wants. That night, Emma pounded on my dorm room door so hard it shook. “Lucy, come out here!” I opened the door to see her glaring at me furiously. “Aren’t you supposed to be from a rich family? Why is there so little money in the bank account, and I can’t get through when I call your mom?” I quietly made a “shh” gesture, leaned in close to Emma, and whispered: “Why are you shouting? Do you want all the other students to know you have no money?” Emma reluctantly shut her mouth and followed behind me with a sullen expression as we walked to a quiet spot. She looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then finally exploded. “Tell me, what’s going on?” I patted her shoulder and kindly advised: “Just a friendly reminder, besides checking the bank balance, you should also check the credit card and online loan platforms. The numbers there are much bigger than in the bank account.” “Also, those designer bags and clothes in your closet are all rented at high prices. If you don’t return them on time and accidentally get sued, it wouldn’t be worth it.” Emma was stunned for a moment, then her voice suddenly rose: “Are you crazy? Overdrawing so much money just to create a rich socialite persona? How vain are you?” The sight of Emma getting so upset in front of me made me extremely happy. “What does this have to do with me? You’re Miss Emma now, aren’t you?”
Emma took a while to understand my meaning. Her eyes widened in shock and her tone changed. “You planned this from the beginning? You pretended to be rich, deliberately got my attention, then actively exchanged lives with me, didn’t you?” I smiled brightly: “That’s right, I planned it all. You’re so easy to fool! I thought I’d have to pretend for much longer to trick you!” “How did you know I have the system?” Emma wasn’t stupid, and lowered her voice when mentioning the system. I also softened my voice: “Because I’m reborn, you know.” I was telling the truth, but Emma didn’t believe me. She was furious and raised her hand to slap me, but I grabbed it and pushed her away. “Before you hit me, you should worry about the balance in your hands! How will you perform at the New Year’s party without a gown, Miss Emma?” Emma laughed angrily: “Even if you’ve become me, what use is it? My orphan identity is completely useless!” I waved my hand dismissively: “Whether it’s useful or not, we’ll find out later. Don’t regret it then.” Emma’s face fell: “I won’t regret it! But don’t think you’ll get off easy, you bitch!” She stomped her foot and ran away in a huff. I smiled in satisfaction. This is just the beginning, don’t back down now! As it turned out, Emma didn’t back down. She quickly started to retaliate. When I returned from washing up, I found the door to my dorm room locked from the inside. I knocked twice, and my roommate Lily’s hesitant voice came from behind the door. “Lucy, did you offend Emma somehow? She said if we dare let you in, she’ll lead everyone to target us in the future. We’re scared…” I don’t know if my initial image as an arrogant rich socialite was too successful, but these roommates really did submit to Emma’s threats. I was about to go along with it when I ran into Emma. “Isn’t this karma, Lucy? Look, no one dares let you in.” I ignored her and walked past towards the stairwell. People were coming and going in the stairwell. I didn’t care about their gazes at all and wasn’t embarrassed as I curled up in a corner. Emma followed like a plague. “I told you I wouldn’t let you off easy. You dare trick me, you have to bear the consequences of tricking me.” “Just wait, let’s see how you endure the days ahead!” I didn’t answer, just silently shed tears. Two girls passing by seemed to want to help me up, but seeing Emma standing nearby, they ultimately left. After Emma had her fill of watching, she left too. Lily, hiding behind the stairs, secretly brought me a blanket. “Lily, help me take some photos. Don’t cover me with the blanket, make it look as pitiful as possible.” Lily was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting the usually meek me to fight back. But she quickly reacted and took many photos as I requested. I chose a few that looked the most pitiful and anonymously posted them on the school forum. [First time seeing real bullying in college! Rich girls will be rich girls, we should all be careful, or we might be the ones sleeping in the stairwell next time.] As soon as it was posted, the comments exploded. Many people were curious. [Which rich girl? What major? What’s her name?] [How can they be so cruel without anyone stopping them? The school isn’t their home, who do they think they are?] [Suggest directly exposing this girl’s name, let this gentleman teach her a lesson.] My classmates could immediately tell this rich girl referred to Emma, and started explaining Emma’s show-off behavior in the comments, starting from the freshman group chat. Emma rarely checked the school forum and hadn’t discovered she’d been put on blast yet. Given her usual behavior, no one around her would voluntarily tell her about this either. So the next day, she still put on beautiful makeup and sat proudly in her classroom seat, completely unaware of the strange looks from those around her. This oblivious yet smug appearance made me laugh so hard!
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