Chapter 4

I ignored her.

Actually, I knew where Ethan was.

In my previous life, after I found out he was eating lunch with Olivia, I had ganged up with Henry and others to teach him a lesson.

I awakened in this life, and I let him off, but that doesn't mean others would.

I headed straight for a certain men's bathroom on the top floor.

This floor was high up, and hardly anyone ever came here.

Just as I reached the door, I heard repeated banging sounds from inside.

I rushed in first, and sure enough, the door handle of the cubicle near the back was tied shut with a rope.

The rope was tied in a dead knot, and I had no tools to untie it.

Olivia peered in from outside the bathroom: "Is he in there?"

Before I could answer, Ethan, who was locked inside, called out: "Olivia! Is that you? I'm here!"

As Olivia hesitated, I folded my arms and said: "What are you standing there for? Go find some scissors!"

Olivia stamped her foot and ran off to find a pair of scissors.

I cut the rope, and Ethan was finally able to get out.

He was in such a hurry that he was sweating profusely, repeatedly thanking us.

"Who locked you in here?" Olivia asked while glaring at me suspiciously.

Ethan stammered: "I... I don't know... There was a boy I didn't recognize who said he left something here and asked me to help look... As soon as I went in, the door was locked..."

Olivia turned on me fiercely: "Lucas, you did this, didn't you?"

I gave her a cold look: "Evidence."

"What?"

I pointed at the security camera outside the hallway: "You say I did it, do you have any evidence? Why don't we check the security footage?"

In my previous life, Ethan was locked up until almost the end of school before Olivia rescued him.

Olivia used her status as the daughter of a school board member to demand that the school check the security footage.

In the end, it was proven that I was behind it, and from then on, Olivia despised me even more.

Now, Olivia was left speechless by my question.

I sneered: "Don't accuse me without evidence."

"If you didn't do it, how did you know he was here?"

Olivia's suspicion wasn't unfounded.

I remained composed and said coolly: "In the entire school building, this is the most suitable place to lock someone up. Next time someone locks you up here, I guarantee you'll be calling for help with no response."

Not waiting for Olivia to react, I turned to tell Ethan: "There's still 40 minutes left for the chemistry test. If you don't want to turn in a blank paper, you'd better hurry back."

Ethan followed me back to the classroom with a dejected look.

I led him back to the classroom.

The chemistry teacher was relieved, asked him a few questions, and then let him return to his seat to take the test.

As I walked past Henry, I clearly saw his eyes flicker, his face full of dissatisfaction.

Olivia did end up checking the security footage later and found out who was behind it.

It was Henry.

He had always had a crush on Olivia but didn't dare pursue her because of my presence.

That day, after learning that Olivia and I had "broken up," he thought of eliminating Ethan as an obstacle.

Little did he expect to fail so miserably.

After the incident came to light, Henry became a pariah that everyone avoided.

And Olivia was once again slapped in the face by me, this time even more severely than at my birthday party.

The system rewarded me with 200 humiliation points, bringing my current total to 300 points.

In this life, I focused all my energy on studying and no longer targeted Ethan.

Olivia and I also gradually grew apart, with classmates all rumoring that we had broken up—though in reality, we had never dated.

Without me interfering, and with his closeness to Olivia, Ethan gained quite a few friends.

Time flew by, and another half semester passed.

On this day, there was a cultural activity, with a dance competition for the whole grade.

When Olivia took the stage, the entire audience erupted in applause.

Ethan and his friends sat below the stage, cheering for her.

Their disloyal behavior displeased the girls in our class.

I sat in a corner, silently memorizing knowledge points from flashcards.

Cheers constantly erupted from the stage, with Olivia's graceful dance moves eliciting numerous screams.

I dug at my ears, annoyed by the noise. Just as I picked up a flashcard to check, I suddenly saw a familiar figure.