The Blank Exam Gambit
During the national college entrance exam, I didn't write a single word, yet I deliberately waited until everyone else had left before walking out of the testing center.
Facing the reporters camped outside, I said confidently, "A top university? I've practically got it in the bag."
My biological parents, who had only recently brought me back into their wealthy family, couldn't stop smiling.
Even the fake heiress of the family could barely hide her excitement.
I only smiled without explaining and signed the early-admission confirmation my teacher had secured for me in advance.
In my previous life, my biological parents had bound the fake heiress and me to a score-swapping system for the national exam.
She effortlessly used my score to get into Thornwood, while I couldn't even qualify for an ordinary trade college.
I became the laughingstock of the entire school, and the fake heiress led the accusations that all my earlier grades had come from cheating.
Unable to endure the humiliation, I jumped from the school building.
This time, I'll make her learn exactly what it feels like to rank dead last in all of Westbridge.