On Singles’ Day, my roommate borrowed my account to use a new-customer discount.
I ignored her and immediately deleted my max-level account.
Because I knew my roommate would use my account to buy a pile of underwear, then return the filthy, excrement-covered items to the seller under the no-questions-asked seven-day return policy.
In my previous life, my roommate was jealous that I was dating the campus heartthrob and had earned a recommendation for graduate school. She borrowed my account, hoping to ruin me.
Using my name, she deliberately provoked the seller and brazenly said she wasn’t afraid of being exposed.
The seller finally snapped and posted an online complaint. Many people tracked me down using the shipping information and hurled insults and abuse at me.
I desperately explained that I hadn’t done it, but my roommate immediately produced the return records from my account and started livestreaming to spread more lies.
"She’s always been a slut in the dorm. Even with the campus heartthrob as her boyfriend, she wasn’t satisfied. She was out all night, sleeping around with different guys. It’s no surprise she caught some filthy disease."
As soon as she said that, countless netizens called me a slut and a piece of trash. A tidal wave of online abuse followed.
My campus heartthrob boyfriend was disgusted and broke up with me. The school publicly condemned my immoral private life and revoked my recommendation for graduate school.
My parents went everywhere trying to clear my name, but while driving to avoid an extremist netizen, they got into a car accident and died.
Meanwhile, my roommate took my place in the graduate program and even succeeded in confessing to the campus heartthrob.
Unable to bear the blow, I leapt from a high-rise building and died with my eyes open.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my roommate borrowed my account.
