She Framed Me, I Outsmarted Her

Before the graduate entrance exam, my roommate could suddenly read my thoughts. She got accepted into graduate school by copying my answers. Then, right after the exam, she reported me for plagiarism and posted about it online, deliberately exposing my personal information. The investigators were careless. "It's definitely a matching exam paper. Since she reported you, you must have plagiarized." The ignorant netizens all ganged up to call me a plagiarizing b***h. "You have no integrity. If you have any self-respect, withdraw from school of your own accord!" In the end, she mocked me on the rooftop while telling me the truth, then pushed me off. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to before the exam. 'You can read minds, huh? Then I'll let you read as much as you want.' ***** Junia: Daphne, here is your transcript for this semester. Please check it. 01Daphne.xls It was a message from the class representative. I tapped on my keyboard and replied. Daphne: Thank you. Then open the file. As expected, I ranked first in my major again this time, with a perfect grade point average. The class representative sent another message, along with a picture of a cat peeking out. Junia: By the way, do you have any idea why Freyja Winthrop's grades suddenly improved so much? She lives in the same dorm room as you. Is there some secret study method? I sneered. 'Was obtaining answers by reading my thoughts considered a secret study method?' I kept up an appearance of knowing nothing, and replied. Daphne: Really? Maybe she suddenly decided to study hard and put in the effort. Junia: She went straight to second place! She even posted about it on Moments. I wouldn't have brought it up otherwise. Reading that, I opened Moments. Sure enough, Freyja Winthrop had posted a new update. I've decided to take the graduate entrance exam! Starting with this semester's final exams, I barely studied and still got nearly perfect grades. It's not difficult at all, hehe. Attached was a screenshot of her transcript. Her grade point average was only 0.1 points lower than mine, just barely above the threshold for a perfect score. It was no wonder the class representative was shocked. Freyja had never cared about schoolwork. Relying on her family's wealth, she did whatever she wanted, spending her days eating, drinking, partying, and going to clubs. For three years of university, she had never studied for exams. Her grades always hovered just above the failing mark. 'How could someone like her suddenly score nearly perfect grades?' More than just the class representative had doubts. Others asked her directly in the comment section. A: [Did you get special help from a professor? How did you jump from a 60 to nearly a perfect score?] Freyja's reply was just as sharp. Freyja: [Are you questioning the examiners? I earned these scores fairly and squarely. It's not difficult at all if you actually study.] I watched Freyja bragging with a blank expression, as if she had actually earned those scores herself. But only I knew the truth. She had read my mind during the exams and stolen my answers. There were not many courses offered during the junior year. I still remember when we registered for classes last semester, Freyja suddenly kept pestering me, asking which courses I was choosing so she could pick the same ones. I had thought nothing of it at the time, and since there were very few elective courses left to choose from, I told her directly. But after registering, she never attended a single class. She even paid others to write her assignments. Then during the final exams, she read my mind, copied my answers, and earned a perfect grade point average. Lost in thought, a message from Freyja Winthrop arrived. Freyja: Daphne, we'll be taking the graduate entrance exam next semester. Have you decided which university you plan to apply to? In my past life, Freyja had asked me exactly the same question. Back then, I believed she genuinely cared about me. I remembered someone once spilled water all over my laptop, the one containing all my study materials. When I demanded they pay for the damage, those people only laughed and brushed me aside. That was exactly when Freyja appeared. She scolded them fiercely, stood up for me, and took me to get the laptop repaired that same day. "Daphne, don't be afraid. I've got your back." I was deeply grateful. That laptop had been bought with my parents' hard-earned money when I first started university. I could never afford to replace or repair it on my own. Because of her kindness, I answered her questions honestly and without reservation. I never imagined that she had only pretended to be my friend to get close to me, encouraging me to study hard so she could easily copy my work. And then, months later during the graduate entrance exam, she once again read my mind to get accepted, only to turn around and report me for cheating. With these thoughts in mind, I typed slowly. Daphne: I plan to apply to University B.