Reborn Before Finals I Let the Golden Students Destroy Themselves

The day before finals. The class heartthrob's birthday.

Samantha Gilbert—class president and said heartthrob's girlfriend—proposed that everyone hit a bar to celebrate, a pre-exam send-off for the Elite Track.

The top students voted unanimously in favor.

In my last life, I was the academic chair. I'd blocked that absurd idea, argued that the night before the most important exam of our lives was no time for alcohol and parties—that it would wreck everyone's performance.

Samantha's face went cold. "You're jealous again."