Chapter 2The Ivy League Prank Gone Wrong

I sneered inwardly.

Laugh now. You'll be crying just as hard later!

Just as I lowered my head to hide my smirk, I heard Tiffany's sickly sweet voice:

"Zoe, everyone changed except you. Those who don't fit in get the 'class punishment'~"

The so-called "class punishment" was created by the class to please Tiffany.

Once, Tiffany was jealous of a pretty girl, so she used the class punishment to incite everyone to bully her until she had to transfer.

Hearing "class punishment," everyone glared at me aggressively. Some even rolled up their sleeves, ready to beat me up.

I looked up from the computer, smiling brightly:

"Sure, I'll change."

They stared straight at my screen. Watching me change my top choice from Harvard to a community college, they sneered:

"At least you know what's good for you!"

"Making Tiffany happy is your only use!"

I didn't miss the triumphant glint in Tiffany's eyes.

Thinking of the secret I discovered in my past life, my gaze towards my classmates filled with a hint of pity.

A bunch of idiots, sold by Tiffany and still counting the money for her!

Seeing the storm outside getting worse, a timid student couldn't help but speak up:

"What if the power goes out? We should change our choices back quickly, or we might actually end up at a community college."

Lucas said slowly:

"What are you afraid of! The nerd isn't scared, why are you?"

"If the power was gonna go out, Zoe would have jumped to change it back already!"

"Besides, youth is about being fearless!"

Seeing my calm demeanor, they stopped worrying and even started pretending to be chill:

"Exactly! So what if we go to community college!"

"Whatever! We have the courage to start over!"

"With our abilities, we can shine anywhere. Those parents and teachers are too short-sighted!"

I silently rolled my eyes.

I changed my application on a fake website I coded for fun, right in front of their faces.

Of course I wasn't afraid of a power outage...

To show off their youthful spirit, they ran out of the internet cafe into the rain.

Calling it "youth."

In the corner, a boy was shivering.

He grabbed a classmate's sleeve and asked:

"Hello... did you also bomb the test and can only go to community college?"

I recognized him. He was the top student in the class next door, but because his father committed suicide a month before the SATs, his scores plummeted.

I was about to go comfort him when I saw my classmates holding back laughter:

"Yeah, our whole class can only go to community college..."

"So sad. Going to community college, might as well die!"

"We're going to kill ourselves tonight, want to join?"

The boy didn't catch their sarcasm. His pupils shrank violently, and he quickly persuaded:

"Don't... don't kill yourselves. It hurts... my dad bled so much..."

The classmates finally couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing:

"Hahahaha idiot, I'm going to Harvard, not playing with you!"

"Getting into community college with a loser son like you, no wonder your dad killed himself!"

"Scoring so low, if I were you, I'd have jumped off a building already!"

They laughed wildly as they looked back at the internet cafe, planning to change their applications back.