The first thing Song Jin did after being reborn: make sure the Northeast bestie who buried her in her past life stayed by her side for good.
In her previous life, she was a naive little sweetheart, easily manipulated by her scheming best friend. In the end, she was pushed down a flight of stairs and died with her eyes wide open.
The only person who came to collect her body was a loud, brash girl from the Northeast whom she had kept at a distance for years.
Reborn at eighteen, Song Jin finally saw things clearly.
The green tea bitch wants to put on a show? Let her. She can keep acting until she loses the shirt off her back.
The scumbag wants to put on an act? Let him. He can act himself straight into bankruptcy and end up begging for food.
And the silly girl who covered her with a white sheet in her last life?
“Zhao Xuejiao, from now on, you’re running with me.”
“Huh? Why are you suddenly acting like such a gangster? You’re scaring me…”
From then on, the S-rank big shot carried her Bronze-rank bestie to victory.
Song Jin handled the overwhelming flex, using her memories of the next decade or so to snag antiques and tear apart fake sweethearts.
Big-Voice Zhao handled the atmosphere: “Oh my gosh, how much is this bowl worth? It costs more than my grandpa’s chamber pot?!”
And she still had to keep an eye on that abstinent male idol who kept coming to “discuss academics” with Song Jin.
Why did he look at Jin’er like a dog eyeing a bone?
When the green tea bitch went to great lengths to steal her life,
Song Jin only smiled.
“Go ahead and steal it. It’s all fake anyway.”
“In this life, you won’t even get close to what’s real.”
