"This is all your fault! If you hadn't stopped us from going in on Molls' electronic cheating devices, we never would've bombed like this! Molls said over a dozen kids in the class next door used them and got into Westbridge University!"
"You ruined the futures of fifty-six people! You deserve to die!"
Fists and kicks rained down on me, too many to count.
I fell from the rooftop. Died on impact.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the exam.
I watched Molly Mason cheerfully rallying the whole class to buy her cheating devices, and a cold smile pulled at my lips.
This time around, let's see how many of you actually make it into Westbridge...
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"Trust me, everyone, these devices are totally reliable! We bring them in, the miniature camera captures our test papers, and someone outside the exam room feeds us the answers in real time!"
Molly's familiar voice snapped me back to the present.
I looked at her—planted in the center of the classroom, talking a mile a minute—
then at the countdown to the national college entrance exam scrawled across the blackboard.
I had really been reborn.
In my last life, this was the exact moment I'd talked everyone out of buying the devices.