My stepsister was reborn. Armed with memories from her previous life, she put me down at every turn.
Before the college entrance exam, she bragged, “This time, the provincial top scorer will be me, because I have a golden finger.”
But when the exam results came out, I was the provincial top scorer.
The essay topic had been leaked, so they used the backup exam papers.
She threw a fit, shouting and carrying on.
I watched coldly as she went crazy, without a trace of sympathy.
“Little sis, intelligence has nothing to do with being reborn. You never had any to begin with.”
