Chapter 1My Best Friend's House is Not a Hotel

The school was being renovated over the summer, and my classmates asked me, the class monitor, where they should store their luggage.

I coldly told them to figure it out themselves.

Why? Because in my past life, I kindly let my classmates store their luggage in my home.

But when the new semester started, the entire class accused me of stealing a huge amount of valuables. My grad school recommendation was revoked, my personal information was leaked online, leading to cyberbullying, and my parents, who lived in the countryside, died tragically on their way to testify for me.

As I wept over my parents' bodies, my classmates laughed and said:

"We were just joking. Who knew you'd take it seriously? You're the class monitor, can't you take a joke? Don't be the monitor if you can't handle it."

Disheartened and before I could prove my innocence, I was humiliated and killed by homeless men who broke into my home.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment my classmates asked me how to handle their luggage.

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"Monitor, the school's notice was too sudden. We aren't prepared at all. With so much luggage, we can't move it anytime soon. As the monitor, think of something for us."

Looking at my classmate Liam, who was waiting for my answer with an expectant face, I suddenly clenched my fists.

Anger kept bubbling up in my heart. I pinched my palm hard to stabilize myself.

I didn't expect to be reborn.

Thinking of the slander and insults poured on me in my past life, I wished I could go crazy right there and question why Liam and his gang accused me of stealing a huge amount of property.

But I couldn't.

Because nothing has happened yet, and I have no evidence.

I took a deep breath.

"Although the school's notice was urgent, there's a shipping station right at the gate. You can just ship it home."

I spoke coldly. The shipping station had opened downstairs in the dorm building. Anyone with a brain would know what to do, yet they came to ask me.

"Huh? But my home is out of state. It costs too much to ship. Monitor, you know my family situation. Can you help me?"

Another classmate, Rachel, clasped her hands together and spoke pitifully.

She was a student on financial aid. As the monitor, I took care of her. Usually, if there was a collective expense, I paid for her. I even fought for her financial aid this semester with the counselor.

But in my past life, she slandered me the most. Not only did she leak my personal information first, but she also started a livestream to complain, saying I, the monitor, secretly forced her to give me money.

At that time, her eyes were vicious, wishing she could bite a piece of meat off me, completely different from this weak and bullyable appearance now.

Chills ran down my spine. I shook my head calmly.

"How much money you spend isn't my concern. Anyway, you must pack up before the holidays. If you leave things in the dorm and lose them, you bear the responsibility."

As soon as these words came out, wailing ensued.

Especially Rachel; she never thought I would refuse her.

She wanted to say something more, but another voice appeared.

"Oh, what's there to worry about? Our monitor's family is rich. She has a small apartment near the school. Everyone can just put their things there. The monitor always likes to help others; she definitely won't refuse us, right, Monitor?"

I looked up at the owner of the voice.

My best friend, Faye.

She affectionately held my arm and directed the classmates to move their luggage.

"Liam, you put the luggage in the small bedroom later. Rachel, yours goes in the storage room. The rest of the classmates can put theirs in the living room; it's quite big there."

After Faye finished speaking, she remembered I was the owner of the house. She smiled embarrassedly.

"Sorry, Monitor. I just thought the house is empty anyway, might as well use it to help classmates. Besides, didn't you plan this long ago? The classmates and I will be very grateful to you!"

With a wave of Faye's hand, Liam led people to start cheering.

In my past life, it was like this too. The house my parents bought for me was treated by Faye as her own. Without even asking me, she arranged everything on her own initiative.

It's just that I did have this intention in my past life, so I didn't stop it.

In this life, I won't seek my own death.

"No, that's my house. You have no right to put things in it."