At the new student health check, a poor student sponsored by my family held up my medical report and said I was pregnant.
I didn't even look at it. Instead, I grabbed her report and smacked it against her face.
“Why don't you check whose report says she's pregnant?”
In my previous life, at the new student health check, I was found to be pregnant even though I'd been single for eighteen years.
My roommate, a poor student my family sponsored, said I was dating several people at once and had a messy private life.
My academic advisor also confirmed that I often skipped class, stayed out all night, and hung around with unsavory people.
Even my father, who had always doted on me, said with deep sorrow that I was the biggest stain on his life.
A classmate who was an online influencer spread the story, and I was ostracized and harassed online.
Depressed, I went for a walk by the river alone. A criminal who had just been released from prison dragged me into a grove and tortured me to death.
Given another chance, I won't put up with a single injustice!
A father who plays favorites? I don't need him.
As for the poor student, I know she's an illegitimate daughter, and I've prepared a double-sized gift for her!
