Blurb：
After dying betrayed and scorned, Marina wakes up reborn—back to the day mysterious bullet chat warned her: “Yvette steals your luck. Slacking off will reclaim it.” Last life, she believed, handing blank tests and losing her Harvard spot to Yvette, mocked by childhood sweetheart Ethan. Now, seeing the chat again—”The harder Marina works, the better Yvette scores”—Marina sees the trap. Yvette brags about effortless high grades while Ethan taunts Marina’s efforts. But Marina knows the truth: the chat were fabricated by Ethan, the boy her family funded for years. This time, she won’t play their game. Watch Marina outsmart the manipulative female lead Yvette and vengeful Ethan in a battle of wits, wealth, and destiny. Will she expose their scheme or rewrite her fate? Dive into this intense revenge rebirth story!
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Bullet chat that suddenly appeared in my vision had told me:
I was the supporting character whose luck was stolen by the female lead Yvette. If I just slacked off, I could take everything back.
I handed in a blank test? Yvette got a zero.
I gave up my guaranteed admission? She lost her spot.
Trusting the chat, I handed in a blank test on the SAT, but Yvette achieved her best score ever.
Linking arms with my childhood sweetheart Ethan, she sneered,
“You actually believed those chat? Dumb pig! You deserve to fail Harvard.”
Only then did I realize the chat were fabricated by the boy I used to love,
“Ethan, my family has supported you financially for three years. Why would you do this to me?”
He looked at me with utter disgust,
“Just because you have a bit of filthy money? A simp like you isn’t worthy of licking my shoes!”
That night, I fell from the rooftop. They held their Harvard acceptance letters, playing innocent,
“Marina was so lovesick that she couldn’t handle being rejected. She ruined her own future by handing in a blank test. Isn’t it normal she jumped?”
“We’re Harvard elites. Why would we hurt her?”
Public opinion turned against me. Even after death, people cursed,
“A pathetic simp who ruined herself! She deserved to die!”
Then I opened my eyes and found myself back to the day I first saw the chat.
[If Marina hadn’t pulled all-nighter studying, how could Yvette earn such a high GPA for last term?]
[I can’t help it. The female lead just steals the supporting character’s luck. The harder Marina works, the better result Yvette gets!]
[Sigh. If I were Marina, I’d slack off. If I can’t have it, why let her profit?]
Seeing those chat again confirmed it: I had been reborn back to the start of senior year.
Right then, Yvette was bragging about her highest point ever,
“Some one has worked so hard and still can’t make her GPA over 3.9.”
“I barely lift a finger and score more than 1 point last year.”
“That’s the difference between genius and a mutt.”
Ethan looked at Yvette warmly and shot me a look of disdain,
“Talent can’t be bought, Marina. You spent over ten grand on tutoring this summer, so what?”
“Your GPA doesn’t lift and it’s only 0.1 higher than Yvette’s now. Aren’t you ashamed?”
Other classmates joined in the mockery,
“Well, Marina did try. Not breaking 3.9 isn’t her fault. Maybe that’s her ceiling.”
“The top scorers got 4! She only got 3.8, such an embarrassment to our class.”
“She should just give the top spot to our sweet Yvette.”
“With Yvette’s talent, she’ll snatch first place from Marina soon enough. Marina won’t be gloating for long.”
In my past life, my poor performance in senior year had embarrassed me too.
Back then, I was confused.
How did Yvette, who spent all her time sleeping and keeping up with fashion, suddenly get 3.7?
My gaze slowly drifted to the chat.
They repeated phrases like “luck stolen” and “slack off”.
I snorted coldly.
In my past life, these chat appeared when I was most discouraged.
Intrigued and suspicious, I handed in a blank test during a quiz back then.
As a result, Yvette did score zero in the quiz.
She burst into angry tears and cornered me in the bathroom during recess,
“Why did you hand in a blank?”
“As the top student, you should study hard and take exams seriously!”
“If you pull this stunt again, I’ll make Ethan cut you off.”
Yvette always saw me as a rival. Why would she encourage me to study?
The experience made me fully believe the chat, and I got resentful.
If my hard work only benefited Yvette, why didn’t I just slack off?
After all, my family was wealthy. I had time and money for a retake.
I gave up my guaranteed admission spot and even handed in blank tests during SAT.
However, Yvette scored highly enough to be accepted by Harvard at last.
Seeing my zero, Yvette, arm-in-arm with Ethan, couldn’t stop laughing.
“Ethan, can you believe it? This dump pig actually bought those stupid chat!”
My heart lurched, “How do you know?”
“Ethan has activated a system. He created every chat you saw! We’ve made the luck-stolen thing up!”
“As for me, I locked in your 3.8 from the beginning of senior year as my future GPA with the system. Your slacking off didn’t affect me one bit!”
“Oh, and just so you know,” she added maliciously, “if you broke 3.9 after that, my score-steal would have failed!”
I stared at Ethan. My disbelief turned to anguish.
“Ethan! My family supported you for three years after yours went bankrupt! I even paid for your mom’s treatments! Why would you do this?”
Ethan looked at me with pure loathing,
“Because of your filthy money, I endured you for three years!”
“Do you know how much you disgust me?”
“Someone as brilliant as me would have succeeded without your handouts! A simp like you isn’t worthy of licking my shoes!”
We argued fiercely on the rooftop.
They shoved me hard. I fell from the rooftop.
I thought they would face justice.
But Yvette and Ethan posted their Harvard acceptances online, playing innocent,
“Marina was just so lovesick that she couldn’t handle being rejected. She ruined her own future by handing in blank tests. Isn’t it normal she jumped?”
“We’re Harvard elites. Why would we hurt her?”
And I was crucified on the internet.
The chat floated again, urging me to slack off.
Without hesitation, I crumpled my test papers, with which I earned the score Yvette had stolen.
There was a whole year left to lift my GPA. I must break 3.9 before graduation.
My actions drew stares.
Yvette sneered,
“Ooh, throwing a tantrum? 3.8 isn’t bad. What’s the big deal? Such a drama queen.”
Classmates chimed in,
“Marina can’t compete with your talent and her crush only cares about you. Of course she’s mad!”
Yvette laughed,
“I can’t help it. She’s just stupid. I barely try and beat her. If she’s this upset now, she’ll probably jump off a building later?”
Hearing “jump off a building”, I snapped my head up to glare at her.
The resentment from my past life surged. I nearly wanted to tear her apart.
She flinched back,
“What’s with that psycho stare?! Ethan, I’m scared!”
Ethan immediately shielded her, glaring back at me,
“You bombed the test, and now you’re throwing a fit?”
“This isn’t your family’s estate. No one cares about your princess tantrums! Get out!”
Snickers rippled through the class.
I took a deep breath and walked out without a backward glance.
“Class is starting soon. Where’s Marina going?”
“Getting out, obviously. She’s Ethan’s simp. The master commands, the dog obeys!”
“Seriously? She loves studying. Her skipping class is unimaginable.”
“A dog is just obedient. I bet if Ethan told her to jump, she’d do it!”
In my past life, it wasn’t just Ethan and Yvette. These classmates also fueled the fire.
In such a toxic, bullying environment, even without the chat, my studies suffered.
I called my dad, “Dad, come to school. Now.”
Then I knocked on the principal’s door,
“Sir, I need to transfer.”
The transfer paperwork was completed efficiently.
I went back the classroom to pack my things.
Seeing me return, the mockery started again.
Only when they saw me packing did they fall silent.
“Marina, why are you packing? Skipping class today?”
“Seriously? Just because you bombed a test?”
“No. Marina must be crushed by Ethan. After all, she simped him so hard.”
Ethan snorted. He stomped his foot on my desk,
“Spoiled rich brats can’t handle any setback. Good riddance, Marina.”
Yvette shot him a look and asked me cautiously,
“Marina, you’re not… thinking of slacking off and giving up, are you?”
I finally looked up to meet their gaze expressionless for a few seconds, without saying anything.
Ethan and Yvette exchanged a knowing, triumphant smile.
“Loser. If it’s not for your Daddy’s money, you couldn’t even get a factory job.”
“With our talent, we’ll rise to the top. What good is your trust fund? You’re still trash.”
“Just get lost already!”
Ethan kicked my backpack.
Instantly, I slammed the backpack into his face.
“Marina! What the hell?!”
“Oops. Slipped.”
The hit felt good. Ethan roared, demanding an apology,
“Remember this! If you don’t apologize today and walk out that door, we’re done! Even if you beg on your knees, I’ll never look at you again!”
My answer was a cold, hurried retreat.
Ethan’s face went purple with rage.
Yvette, however, seemed thoughtful,
“Ethan, she did it on purpose. She’s simped you so long with no result. Now she’s playing hard to get.”
“See? You are disturbed by her.”
Ethan stiffened,
“Whatever trick she uses, I’ll only hate her more.”
“She took the bait anyway, dropping out to slack off. Such an idiot!”
“Without the Grant family, she’s nothing. We’ll crush her someday.”
“Most importantly, we can be together properly without her, honey.”
…
I hired two top tutors at weekends, drilling my English and Math.
Away from Ethan and Yvette, the air felt cleaner. The cursed chat vanished.
A month passed. My GPA stayed at 3.8.
The number felt like a curse.
I knew breaking it wouldn’t be easy, so I should work harder and harder.
The next weekend, Dad took me to a charity auction.
To my surprise, Ethan and Yvette were there.
They had no business attending. But last summer, I’d sent invitations to please them.
Back then, Yvette had scoffed,
“An auction? What’s fun about that?”
Ethan cooed her,
“They’ll have gorgeous jewelry. I’ll buy it for you.”
Yvette rolled her eyes,
“We can’t afford it.”
Ethan immediately turned to me, stretching his hand,
“We can’t just look, right? Give me money now. I’ll buy Yvette what she wants.”
And I really handed him a card with 50 grand like a fool.
Remembering this, I told my assistant,
“Freeze this card, qualifying only me for unfreezing it.”
The couple saw me.
Swaggering over to me, they’d lost their earlier timidity.
“Midterms are out. How’d you do?” Yvette asked sweetly.
I shrugged, “Not very good.”
Smug certainty flashed across their faces.
“Imagine it! The Grant heiress has simped for some guy so hard that she gave up studying. How does a rich family produce such a dump pig?”
“Even if you can’t match my talent, it’s a shame that you slack off. Sigh. I didn’t know you’re so useless except for Daddy’s money!”
Their loud voices drew stares.
I watched their gloating faces, smirking.
Sure enough, a waiter approached sternly,
“Excuse me, please lower your voices. You’re disturbing other guests. Further disruption will require you to leave.”
Their inexperience made them look foolish.
Yvette snapped,
“Who do you think you are? We’re guests of the Grants! You dare kick us out?”
I shook my head as the waiter looked at me,
“I don’t know them.”
Ethan hissed,
“Throwing your weight around? Marina, your true colors show! I despise rich snobs like you!”
“Your filthy money means nothing! The Grants will crumble under you. Don’t come crawling to us then!”
They turned to leave. The auction started.
Yvette’s eyes locked onto a dazzling sapphire necklace on display.
“Ethan!” she squealed, “I want that one! Buy it for me! Please?”
Ethan puffed out his chest,
“Of course. I’ll bid relentlessly for it.”
He announced it loudly, drawing surprised looks.
Ethan stood taller, radiating misplaced confidence,
“Money’s no object. No one will outbid you for this.”
The price of the necklace landed on exactly 50 grand
Under the waiter′s skeptical gaze, Ethan proudly produced the card I gave him,
“See this? A Grant subsidiary card! Marina is just throwing a tantrum. She had to give me the card to beg me forgive her!”
Yvette beamed, “Ethan,you′re the best! You spend 50 grand on a necklace like it’s nothing!”
“For you? Even half a million is nothing.”
Grant Bank cards were custom. Guests instantly recognized it.
Eyes turned to me, filled with pity and disdain — the disgusting simp.
It just reminded of the public opinion on me in my past life.
Ethan never reciprocated my feelings, but he bragged about my generosity everywhere.
He railed against my “dirty money” while spending it lavishly.
“She gave him a subsidiary card! What wouldn’t she do?”
“Throwing millions at him without getting his love. So pathetic!”
“That guy’s using Ms Grant’s card to bid for another woman? Ms Grant looks like a clown.”
I calmly sipped my tea, waiting for the show.
The waiter returned in a few seconds,
“Apologies, Mr Chester. This card is frozen.”
Ethan and Yvette’s triumphant smiles shattered.
“Impossible!” Ethan shot up, “Marina would give me her last dime to me! She wouldn’t dare freeze it!”
“The card is declined. Please use another payment method.” The waiter repeated expressionless.
Payment was required immediately. Without it, the auction stalled.
People grew impatient.
“Pay up! We have other lots!”
“You said money’s no object! If the Grant card doesn’t work, pay yourself!”
“Who knows how he got that card? If Ms Grant gave it, why freeze it?”
“This guy buys gifts for his girl with someone else’s card? Ms Grant must feel sick for him.”
Ethan flushed crimson. He didn’t have 50 grand at all.
He whispered to the waiter,
“Marina is my simp. Put it on her tab. After the auction, bill the Grants.”
The waiter′s look was pure contempt,
“Apologies, you can only pay it now, or forfeit a 5 grand penalty. The necklace goes to the next bidder.”
“No way!” Yvette shrieked.
She had to have it. She couldn’t lose face in public.
“Just unfreeze the card!” She yelled.
“Only the cardholder can unfreeze it.”
Realization dawned on Yvette. Her gaze found me, filled with scorn.
“I get it, Ethan! She planned this! She wants you to beg. Playing hard to get earlier was to set you up!”
I was checking my phone casually when Ethan suddenly loomed over me, throwing the card down,
“Marina, you disgust me.”
“You won the game. I’m here. Happy now?”
“Give me the money!”
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