Chapter 4

Now I was truly famous on campus. They all called me the Golden Princess, and even the dogs would greet me as I passed by.

"Host... I believe you're mentally ill now..." the system said.

"Did you think I was lying to you?"

"Do you know how they really see you?"

"Aren't they all in awe of me?"

"No, they all think you went crazy after Mia beat you up. They're just trying to stay on your good side so you won't feed them feces, hahahahaha."

The mechanical laughter was spine-chilling.

"Your laugh is so unpleasant," I remarked.

"..."

Looking closely, I could see that beneath the seemingly admiring gazes, there was indeed fear.

"Am I the kind of person who would randomly feed people feces?!" I shouted.

"Hey—" (stomping my foot, voice gruff, expression fierce)

"Run! She's gone berserk!" someone yelled.

With that command, all my "followers" vanished.

Being a college student really feels awful.

Every day, I could see couples embracing passionately downstairs, not even bothering to help me guard my food deliveries. My orders had been stolen countless times.

There were endless meetings every week, though I never attended them.

Even the professors teaching electives weren't easy-going at all, always trying to exert their authority.

If I was one minute late to class, they'd make me write a 3,000-word self-criticism and read it aloud to the entire class.

If I didn't write it, they'd fail me.

But am I the kind of person who gives in to threats?

No way! I'll never write it, not in this lifetime!

"Host, if you fail the course, you won't be able to get into graduate school. If you can't get into graduate school, you can't fulfill the original Cassie's wish. If you can't fulfill her wish, you can't complete the mission! The original Cassie's grades were good enough for graduate school admission. You can't mess up such a good hand!" the system pleaded.

"Oh," I replied nonchalantly.

"Host~" (electronic whining sound)

"You're disgusting."

"..."

College life was both carefree and bland. I let out a long sigh. When will I finally be able to collect my retirement money?

"Excuse me, are you Cassie? This is the City Police Department. You're suspected of assault and disorderly conduct. Please come with us to the police station," a voice said.

The man pulled out a pair of shiny handcuffs from behind his back, intending to give them to me as a gift.

Mia was the principal's daughter, and after what happened last time, Principal Johnson was furious and immediately called the police.

But so what? I remained calm and pulled out my tri-fold psychiatric condition certificate from my bag.

Tri-fold, no matter how you fold it, it still shows I'm ill.

This world is very accommodating to those with mental health issues. They're not subject to legal restrictions and even have protective policies.

The police officer was taken aback. Theoretically, they couldn't arrest me now, but theory means little in the hands of the wealthy. After only a moment's hesitation, he said:

"This certificate is fake. It's from some no-name hospital that'll give out certificates for money. You'll still need to come with us."

Their task was simply to bring me to the police station. Once I was there, it was no longer their concern.

The silver bracelets finally made their way onto my wrists.

The surrounding students whispered among themselves.

"Her mental illness is obviously real. How could it be fake?"

"Oh my god, that's so sad. They won't leave her alone even when she's been driven to mental illness!"

"I knew it. The school is no good. They only bully the vulnerable!"

"Fellow students, let's go! If the school dares to arrest someone with mental health issues today, they might arrest us all tomorrow!"

"Resist!"

"Down with the powerful!"

"This damn school has been giving me trouble every day. I've had enough!"

One person shouted, and everyone joined in.

The atmosphere was intense, the voices deafening.

The police officers were surrounded by the college students.

In an instant, the officers were drenched in cold sweat.

An older officer, someone who had seen it all, pulled out his gun and fired a shot into the air.