I could see everyone else’s final exam scores and college acceptances floating above their heads, but never my own.
Didn’t matter to me, though. I was practically top of my class; if I said I was second, no one would dare claim first.
The day before the final exam results were released.
My fiancé, Julian, had a perfect 700 hovering above his head, along with the name of the prestigious university we’d promised to attend together.
The maid’s daughter, Chloe, had a measly 250 and some low-tier community college.
But the very day after the exam, Chloe’s score inexplicably changed to 720, and her college admission was suddenly the same as Julian’s.
I thought exhaustion was making me see things.
Turns out, I wasn’t wrong. The day the official scores were released, Chloe really did get a 720, with countless elite universities practically begging her to enroll.
Meanwhile, no matter how many times I refreshed the score checker, my own score remained a pathetic 250.
“Rich Prodigy Flunks with a 250, While Poor Innocent Girl Defies All Odds”—the headline instantly plastered everywhere, spreading like wildfire.
Everyone, absolutely everyone, claimed my previous stellar grades must have been achieved through cheating.
Even Julian, who had always spoiled me rotten, distanced himself, turning to hold Chloe’s hand instead.
As I was spiraling into a mental breakdown, the maid’s daughter delivered the final, crushing blow.
“My 720 is actually *your* score. And your fiancé, Julian, personally helped us swap them. Too bad no one will ever believe you.”
I finally cracked, completely lost my mind, and was committed to a mental asylum where I was tortured until I died.
Only on my deathbed did I discover that Julian was linked to a grade-swap system.
The next thing I knew, my eyes fluttered open, and I was back. Back to the day before the scores were released.
This time, I was going straight to live streaming my college entrance exam predictions!
1
“Ding! Congratulations, Host, you’ve activated the Live Prediction System!”
The moment I opened my phone, a huge screen popped up in front of me. Turns out, my ability to see scores was also due to being linked to a system—it just hadn’t been fully activated in my previous life.
A robotic voice echoed from the system.
“Host, please accept your mission: Before scores are released, successfully predict the scores of 10,000 live call-ins. Mission success reward: Julian’s grade-swap system will malfunction. Mission failure penalty: Host will die.”
My eyes widened, and I trembled with excitement. My original goal for going live was just to use public opinion to force Julian and Chloe to confess the truth about the score swap.
Now, things just got a whole lot easier.
“So, if I succeed, my scores will come back?”
“Yes, Host.”
Remembering that hellhole of a mental asylum from my last life, I didn’t hesitate to hit the confirm button. That hellish place. I swore I’d never set foot in it again.
I quickly opened my live stream, and the system began its countdown.
“Mission countdown: 24 hours begins!”
Ten minutes had already ticked off the 24-hour clock on the screen, but my live stream was completely empty. Even if someone clicked in, they left just as quickly.
To get 10,000 live call-ins before the scores were released, I’d have to stream non-stop, without eating or sleeping. Otherwise, I wouldn’t just lose my scores again; I’d die. Again.
I quickly logged onto the school forum and posted anonymously: “SHOCKING! Top Senior Student Going Live to Predict College Entrance Exam Scores – 100% Accuracy!”
In less than ten minutes, over twenty people flooded into my live stream.
[Can she really predict scores?]
[She’s a fraud, the scores aren’t even out yet.]
[Isn’t that Stella Sterling, the number one student?]
I took a deep breath and tapped the ‘Join Call’ feature.
“Welcome to my live stream. I can accurately predict your college entrance exam scores and which university you’ll get into. If you don’t believe me, call in and verify.”
The comments section was filled with skepticism, but soon, the first call-in request popped up.
I accepted it, and a familiar face appeared on the screen—Ryan, the basketball team captain. A notorious troublemaker, always looking for a fight.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our number one student,” Ryan smirked, his eyes full of mockery. “You claim you can predict scores? So tell me, what did I get?”
I gazed at his head; a clear number floated there: 423 points, with the name of a local sports college beneath it.
“423 points, Sports College.” I said calmly.
Ryan’s face changed dramatically, then he burst out laughing.
“Bullshit! I can get at least 500 points! My practice tests were always over 500!”
The comments section blew up:
[LOL! What a trainwreck!]
[Ryan actually has decent grades though]
[Stella’s gonna crash and burn this time]
I simply smiled. “You’ll see when the scores are out. Next?”
Muttering curses, he slammed the ‘End Call’ button, but the number of viewers in my stream had already climbed to over 300.
Looks like controversy really does bring traffic.
The second call-in was from an unfamiliar girl, wearing a mask that only revealed her eyes.
“I… I want to see if you can really tell?”
I looked at her head: 586 points, State University.
“586 points, State University.”
The girl’s eyes widened. “That… that’s actually the school I want to apply to.”
The tide of comments began to shift:
[OMG, how is she so accurate?!]
[It’s a setup, right?]
[Let’s keep watching, maybe she’s just guessing.]
Over the next hour, I predicted scores and colleges for over twenty more people. Some believed, some didn’t, but my viewer count had already surpassed 2,000.
My live stream became so popular that even Julian, who lived next door, stumbled upon it.
2
He barged into my room, his usual gentle and caring demeanor replaced by a terrifyingly dark expression.
“Stella, aren’t you worried that live streaming rumors will affect your final exam scores?”
I looked at Julian’s face, and it felt like a lifetime ago. The old me would have thought he was concerned for my well-being.
But now, I knew perfectly well that he wasn’t afraid of my scores being affected.
He was afraid for Chloe’s swapped score.
My gaze turned ice-cold. “Who gave you permission to enter my room? Get out!”
Julian was stunned, clearly not expecting me, usually so mild-mannered, to suddenly be a completely different person.
But in a flash, he brushed past me, reaching for my laptop, clearly intending to shut down my stream.
I quickly stepped in front of him. “Julian, was I too easy on you before? Don’t forget, you’re merely my fiancé, part of the Sterling family. Without the Sterling name, you’re nothing!”
Julian’s pride was legendary; there was no way he could tolerate such humiliation. He would surely storm out.
I didn’t have time to waste on him; I needed to get him out of here fast.
At that moment, the comments section exploded:
[Fiancé?!]
[What kind of high-society scandal is this?!]
[Quick, record this! Big news!]
Julian’s face flushed crimson, but he still wouldn’t leave, stubbornly trying to close my stream, lecturing me all the while.
“Stella, I’m doing this for your own good. I know you’ve been a pampered princess since childhood, and this is just a game to you, but if your predicted scores are fake, have you considered the consequences? Results come out tomorrow. What if something happens to you? What about our agreement?”
I never thought Julian would sacrifice his pride for Chloe’s score.
“Agreement? Are you talking about your agreement with the maid’s daughter, Chloe?”
Julian’s pupils constricted, his face instantly turning ashen.
In my previous life, I only found out at the very end that he and Chloe had been together all along.
The live stream audience had already surpassed 500,000, comments scrolling wildly:
[Too much information!]
[Maid’s daughter? Fiancé?]
[This is a real-life high-society drama!]
I seized the opportunity to accept more call-ins, and the number of predictions rapidly exceeded 5,000.
System prompt: [Mission progress 50%].
And Julian, seemingly afraid I’d reveal more, quickly threw out a parting shot before leaving.
“Stella, don’t you dare regret this!”
After Julian left, to prevent anyone else from disturbing me, I quickly locked my bedroom door and wedged a heavy object against it before settling back in front of my stream.
Just then, I connected with a total academic superstar, which significantly boosted my stream’s traffic.
I accepted the call, and a familiar face appeared on the screen—Daniel, the second-ranked student in our grade, known for his meticulousness.
“Stella, can you really see our final exam scores?” Daniel pushed his black-rimmed glasses up his nose, his gaze sharp as a knife.
I looked at his head; a clear number floated there: 705 points, with Harvard’s name beneath it.
“705 points, Harvard.”
Daniel’s brows furrowed. “Impossible. My self-assessment puts me at 685 at most. There’s no way it could be over 700.”
The comments section immediately exploded:
[OMG, the number two student is personally stepping in to expose this scam!]
[Daniel is famously meticulous; if he says 685, he must have a reason.]
[Stella’s gonna crash and burn this time, right?]
My heart pounded, but I maintained a calm exterior. “You’ll know when the scores are released.”
Daniel scoffed. “I participated in the Physics Olympiad and got 20 bonus points. But even with those 20 points, it’s only 705. How could you possibly know I had bonus points? Unless…”
He suddenly stopped, a flicker of shock in his eyes.
The comments section went even crazier:
[Wait, if Daniel really has bonus points, then 705 matches up?!]
[This is too mind-blowing! She even knows about competition bonus points?]
[She must be guessing! Daniel himself said it’s impossible.]
I seized this moment. “Daniel, you know in your heart if what I’m saying is true. Your Physics Olympiad bonus points are for a national first-place award, which grants 20 points, correct?”
Daniel’s face changed. He opened his mouth, but said nothing, simply disconnecting the call.
The live stream viewer count instantly surged to 200,000, comments almost entirely covering the screen:
[Daniel just defaulted!]
[OMG, Stella really can see!]
[This is unbelievable!]
Riding this wave of traffic, I quickly accepted many more call-ins.
3
System prompt: [Mission progress 70%].
But then, an uninvited guest arrived. Chloe’s account entered the live stream and successfully connected.
“Stella, big sis, can you check my final exam score too?”
On screen, Chloe was wearing a limited-edition dress I’d bought her just last month.
In my previous life, I had poured my heart out for her, yet she wished me dead.
I stared at the number above her head – 720 points, Harvard. Exactly the same as my previous life.
But what came out of my mouth was:
“250 points, some low-tier community college.”
Chloe forced herself to suppress a smirk, feigning innocence. “I think Stella, big sis, is lying. Before the final exam, Julian tutored me every single night. There’s no way I could get a score like that. Maybe my college will even be the same as yours.”
The moment Chloe’s words fell, the live stream instantly exploded.
[OMG! Tutored every night? So much info!]
[Isn’t that the maid’s daughter? Is she the one the princess mentioned earlier?]
[Stella applied to Harvard; everyone in our school knows. Chloe’s grades were never that good, how could she possibly get in?]
Chloe’s face subtly changed, but she quickly put on that pitiful, innocent expression again. “Stella, big sis, I know you’ve never liked me, but you can’t just hire trolls to slander me like this. Julian said I did really well this time…”
The live stream comments scrolled wildly, and the online viewership had already passed two million.
The system’s chime sounded in my ear: [Mission progress 80%, Host, please hurry.]
Chloe’s face showed a hint of panic as the stream’s viewer count soared, but she quickly composed herself.
“Stella, big sis, the scores come out tomorrow. Then we’ll know who’s lying.”
“Oh yeah? How about we make a bet? If your score truly is 720 tomorrow, I, Stella Sterling, will quit the internet forever. But if your score is 250, then you’ll get out of the Sterling household.”
Chloe hesitated, thinking about all the luxuries she’d enjoyed at the Sterling mansion over the years.
I added fuel to the fire. “Are you scared, perhaps?”
“How could I be?!”
“Then bet,” I challenged, looking at her provocatively. “Or do you have something to hide?”
Chloe’s face went pale, her lips trembling, unable to speak. Just then, a flood of paid trolls suddenly poured into the live stream.
[Stella Sterling is a bully!]
[Being rich doesn’t make you superior, bullying the maid’s daughter!]
[I heard Stella Sterling’s grades were always faked!]
I sneered. These troll accounts were clearly Julian’s doing. In my past life, he used this exact tactic to turn public opinion against me.
Seeing these comments slandering me, Chloe immediately regained her confidence. “Bet it is. When the scores are checked tomorrow, I’ll definitely meet Harvard’s admission line.”
I curled my lips. “Then we’ll see.”
Just then, Julian appeared behind Chloe. He earnestly tried to advise me. “Stella, don’t keep making mistakes. If you can even get Chloe’s score wrong, let alone others’, give up now. If something goes wrong, I’ll face the consequences with you.”
What superb acting. But I could still detect a hint of mockery in his eyes.
He was laughing at me, unaware my score had been swapped, laughing at me about to plummet from heaven to hell, to be trampled under his feet, completely clueless.
But I didn’t care now; I just wanted to use him to hit my target number.
Because Julian had hired trolls, my stream lost quite a few viewers for a moment. Now, I was only one thousand people short of completing the mission, and only an hour remained on the countdown.
I didn’t care if he wanted a prediction or not; everyone in the stream counted. I directly stated his score and college.
“700 points, Harvard.”
Julian paused for a moment but quickly recovered. “What’s that supposed to mean? We grew up together; it’s not surprising you’d know my score, is it?”
With my fiancé’s arrival, the number of curious onlookers in the stream began to climb again, and with it, the number of score predictions. I directly uploaded a custom-coded system app; users could upload a selfie to get their score predicted.
Efficiency immediately skyrocketed. To keep the momentum going, I dropped a major bombshell.
“You guessed right. My fiancé has been secretly messing around with the maid’s daughter for a long time.”
4
The live stream instantly erupted, comments scrolling like a raging torrent.
[!!! I’m actually witnessing a live high-society drama?]
[OMG, this is more exciting than a novel!]
[So Julian tutoring Chloe was fake, and their secret affair was real?]
Along with this came rapidly soaring prediction data.
Just one more person needed, with only 30 seconds left on the clock. But then, the official score check system suddenly went live, *early*.
Just then, Chloe triumphantly flashed her score: 720 points.
“Stella, what do you have to say for yourself now?”
Everyone was cursing me out.
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