Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

A chill ran from my feet to the top of my head. I stood up abruptly and turned my schoolbag inside out.

Gone!

My carefully compiled competition review materials have vanished without a trace!

This was my winning formula. Back in the 90s, there was no Taobao or Baidu for me to cram for at the last minute!

A surge of anger welled up inside me; I knew without even thinking who had done it!

Besides Lu Zhan, that treacherous villain, who else would be so despicable?

I took a deep breath and told myself to stay calm, especially in situations like this, I must not lose my composure.

Lu Zhan, you little punk, you're trying to play dirty tricks on me?

We'll see!

When soldiers come, I'll block them; when water comes, I'll dam it. Who have I ever been afraid of?

But misfortune never comes singly. Coach Chen appeared at the classroom door at some point, staring at me with a serious expression.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of doubt.

Although the previous rumors have subsided, the "coincidental" loss of my review materials this time is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

"Miao Qing," Coach Chen's voice was low and tinged with a hint of accusation, "Where are your study materials? The selection is tomorrow, and I hope you will take it seriously."

I clenched my fists, a sense of powerlessness washing over me.

Explanation?

how to explain?

Are you saying Lu Zhan framed me?

But I have no evidence right now.

The way Coach Chen looks at me now is like he's looking at an unreliable student, a loser who only knows how to make excuses to shirk responsibility.

I tried to remain calm and said firmly, "Coach, my application materials are missing, but I will still give it my all in the selection process."

"Go all out?" Coach Chen's tone was full of doubt. "Without review materials, what will you use to go all out?" He paused, his tone becoming even more stern. "Miao Qing, I hope you understand that this selection is not only related to you personally, but also to the honor of the school."

I bit my lip, feeling like there was a wad of cotton stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say a word.

Just then, Lu Zhan walked over with his signature "bright" smile, holding a stack of...

My study materials?

He walked up to Coach Chen and said with feigned surprise, "Coach, look, what's this? I think I found Miao Qing's review materials next to the trash can."

I suddenly looked up, glaring at Lu Zhan, wishing I could rush up and tear his hypocritical face to shreds.

Lu Zhan ignored my anger and continued his "performance": "Miao Qing, how come your documents are next to the trash can? Such important things can't be thrown away like that." He then handed the documents to Coach Chen, "Coach, take a look, is this Miao Qing's?"

Coach Chen took the materials, flipped through a few pages, and his expression became even more unpleasant.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with disappointment...

I……

I felt a surge of heat rush to my head, and I almost exploded on the spot.

You, Lu Zhan, are quite adept at framing and slander!

Do you really think I'm a pushover?

Do you want to ruin my reputation?

There are no doors!

I took a deep breath, suppressing my anger, and sneered, "Lu Zhan, you really are a 'living Lei Feng'! You even found my study materials while picking up trash, you must be really doing a lot of work." I deliberately emphasized the words "living Lei Feng," my tone full of sarcasm.

Coach Chen looked at me suspiciously, then at Lu Zhan, clearly bewildered by this sudden "reversal".

Lu Zhan maintained his fake smile: "Of course, of course, classmates should help each other." His hypocritical manner made me want to punch him.

I couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore, so I turned around, went back to my seat, picked up my pen and paper, and started quickly reorganizing my review materials.

The knowledge points from the 90s are a piece of cake for me, a reborn academic genius!

You think you can stump me with such a simple trick?

dream!

The students around me looked at me with surprise, probably not expecting me to be so calm.

Some people even started whispering, probably wondering if I had really thrown the documents away and was now just pretending.

Hmph, a bunch of bystanders!

When I slap you in the face, don't let your titanium alloy eyes be blinded!

Time passed by, and with my exceptional memory, I quickly filled in the missing information.

Lu Zhan would glance at me every now and then, his eyes filled with smugness and mockery, as if he could already see my miserable fate of being rejected.

Ha, just wait and see, the real show is just beginning!

Just as I finished organizing the last page of information, Lu Zhan began his new round of "performance".

He went to the other participating students and spread rumors, exaggerating the situation, saying that I had a mental breakdown, had lost all my materials, and was definitely out of the running. He told them not to be affected by me and to focus on preparing for the competition.

I watched him jump around coldly, and sneered inwardly.

You little punk, you really think I don't know what you're up to?

I slowly stood up, clutching a piece of paper tightly in my hand, and walked straight towards Lu Zhan.

My footsteps were light, yet they carried an undeniable air of authority.

Lu Zhan was still going on and on about how bad I was being talked about, completely unaware that I was getting closer and closer...

I walked up to him, stopped abruptly, and said in an icy tone, "Lu Zhan, do you really think what you did was flawless?"

His smile froze instantly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

"You...what do you mean?"

I brandished the note in my hand, a cold smile playing on my lips: "I think this note can explain everything..."

Lu Zhan's face turned pale instantly. He subconsciously reached out to snatch it, but I nimbly dodged it.

The surrounding students were attracted by this sudden change and gathered around, craning their necks to see what was going on.

"What is this?" Coach Chen also came over, his brows furrowed and his face serious.

I cleared my throat, slowly unfolded the note, and read aloud: "I, [your name], under the instructions of Lu Zhan, stole Miao Qing's review materials for five yuan and hid them in the trash can. I hereby declare that Lu Zhan will bear all responsibility."

After reading it aloud, I handed the note to Coach Chen and added, "This is just one of them. I have several similar 'guarantees' here. Would you like to take a look at them together?" I deliberately emphasized the words "guarantee" and my tone was full of sarcasm.

The surrounding students immediately erupted in discussion.

"My God, Lu Zhan is actually that kind of person!"

"You really know people, faces but not hearts!"

"That's despicable! Using such methods to frame a classmate!"

Lu Zhan's face changed from white to green, then from green to purple, like a colorful palette.

He was speechless for a long time, his eyes filled with panic and fear.

He probably didn't expect that I had such a trick up my sleeve.

Looking at Lu Zhan's disheveled appearance, I felt a surge of secret pleasure.

You little rascal, you're too green to mess with me!

Coach Chen's face turned ashen after reading the note. He glared at Lu Zhan and said sternly, "Lu Zhan, do you have anything else to say?"

Lu Zhan stammered, trying to argue, but Coach Chen interrupted him with a roar: "Enough! The facts are right in front of you, what else do you have to say! You are disqualified from this competition!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhan completely collapsed to the ground, like a deflated balloon.

He looked up, glaring at me resentfully, his eyes filled with hatred.

I glared back at him without fear, a cold smile playing on my lips.

The students around me looked at me with admiration, their eyes filled with trust and support.

I felt a warm current surge through my heart, and my heart was filled with gratitude.

Just then, a deep voice came from outside the crowd: "What's going on?"

I looked up and saw a tall, imposing figure walking towards me...

Gong Lin?

Why is he here?

I raised an eyebrow. Goodness, speak of the devil and he appears.

Gong Lin, dressed in a military green uniform, looked dashing and imposing. The air around him seemed to freeze as he stood there.

That aura was simply breathtaking!

When Lu Zhan saw Gong Lin, he clung to him like a lifeline, scrambling to his feet and sobbing uncontrollably, "Brother Gong Lin, you have to help me! Miao Qing framed me! She's jealous that I'm better than her, so she fabricated evidence to slander me!"

I almost burst out laughing. This acting is way too exaggerated!

The Oscars owe him one!

I crossed my arms and watched his performance with great interest, almost as if I was eating sunflower seeds.

The surrounding classmates couldn't stand it anymore and started whispering among themselves.

"Lu Zhan is so shameless! Even at this point, he's still trying to shift the blame!"

"Exactly! He clearly did something wrong, but now he's playing the victim!"

"What a drama queen!"

Gong Lin listened to Lu Zhan's tearful account with a blank expression, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

He turned to look at me, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Miao Qing, is what he said true?"

I met his gaze without flinching, a confident smile playing on my lips: "Of course not. If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext. Do you think all these 'guarantees' I have are fabricated out of thin air?" I waved the note in my hand, my tone full of provocation.

Gong Lin didn't speak, but just looked at me quietly, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

The air suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere became somewhat subtle.

Just then, Coach Chen broke the silence. He walked up to Gong Lin and said respectfully, "Mr. Gong, I have investigated this matter thoroughly. It was Lu Zhan's fault, and I have disqualified him from the competition."

Gong Lin nodded and said nothing more.

He gave me a deep look, turned and left, leaving behind only a meaningful remark: "I hope your abilities match your methods."

As I watched him leave, I felt a mix of emotions.

What does he mean?

Do you believe me or doubt me?

However, no matter what he thinks, I will not be influenced by him.

I must achieve good results in this competition and prove my strength!

The competition selection process officially began on the second day.

I took a deep breath and walked into the examination room.

However, when I saw the questions on the exam paper, I was suddenly stunned...

This……