Chapter 1

After the college entrance exams, I secretly changed my childhood friend's vocational college application.

Just because the school beauty with the lowest-tier scores cried and said she didn't want to leave him.

On the day the results were announced, the campus beauty jumped off the building in anger when she learned that he had been admitted to Ivy League University.

But his foot slipped and he really fell down.

When her childhood friend arrived, he saw only her bloody body.

Although he was heartbroken, he still gritted his teeth:

"Because I'm going to an Ivy League University and I'm going to commit suicide, I guess if we were together it wouldn't end well."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he can still distinguish between love and future.

Many years later, we both graduated from Ivy League University and walked down the aisle.

On the wedding day, he tied me up in front of my parents and pushed me to a group of failed students, leaving my parents to listen to me crying and wailing:

“Uncle and aunt, didn’t your daughter look down on the Vocational College students and force Isabella to jump off the building?

"Now she can only be tortured by the Vocational College students. Who do you think is more despicable?"

My parents fainted on the spot.

By the time I was put down, they were no longer breathing.

That night, I held my parents' bodies and cut my wrists.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the day when I helped my childhood friend change his major.

……

“Sophia Anderson！”

The door was kicked open and I was so scared that my heart skipped a beat.

The computer was still on the college application submission page, and I was trying to change Lucas Wright's vocational college application to an Ivy League University.

“Bang!”

The mouse was snatched away from him. He was panting, as if he had run a long way to get here:

"Get out."

At this moment, I understood that he was also reborn.

In his previous life, when I helped him change his major, he was drinking with the school beauty Isabella Clark a few kilometers away.

The fact that he could get here so quickly must mean that he already knew what I was doing.

I used to think he was confused.

How can the vague love of young years compare to the solid and smooth road ahead?

I am helping him now, and when he reaps the benefits of his education in the future, he will naturally understand.

But some people live in a dream all their lives.

All I can do is not interfere.

So I stood up and left without saying a word.

“Um…wait a minute!”

He was a little uncomfortable with my careless attitude and coughed:

"Is your hand okay?"

He grabbed the mouse too hard just now, and the ring left a long bloody mark on the back of my hand.

I shook my head, unwilling to say another word to him.

When I got home, the first thing I saw was a social media feed that was full of likes.

[How can the secular tower in the eyes of countless people compete with her sea of ​​hatred and love]

The accompanying picture is a photo of Lucas and Isabella at the gates of Ivy League University and the vocational college.

The whole class praised it in several rows:

[Some people say that the Pure Love God of War is just a legend, until I saw Brother Wright]

[Ahhh what is this! Giving up Ivy League University for Isabella! Brother Wright is really making me cry! ]

[That's great! Finally, the arrogant girl from the class monitor won't interfere. I won't get a chance to win 5 million with a handsome, rich, and infatuated man like Wright!]

I paused.

Finally I clicked a like on the social media feed.

In this life, I will not interfere with any decisions in his life.

But after a while, there was a noisy sound coming from outside the door.

It turns out that Lucas’ social media feed was seen by his parents.

Wright's father and mother were furious and took Lucas back.

That night, I heard the sound of belt whipping coming from next door.

The next day when I went out, Lucas just opened the door.

I saw the scar at the corner of his mouth and the red marks on the back of his hand, and I couldn't help but gasp.

"You're snitching again."