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"Baby, you're definitely going to win the championship this time in the competition!"

A familiar voice rings in my ears.

I almost can't differentiate whether this is a dream or reality.

But when I open my eyes and see everything around me, I realize I've been reborn, reborn to the time before I signed up for the national author competition, before anything started.

A familiar close friend hugs my arm, smiling and praising my writing style and skill.

"I looked at the previous topics of the national author competitions, they are almost all within your comfort zone, you mustn't miss this opportunity."

"Once you win the ten million grand prize this time, are you going to get married?"

"But that's fine, after all, you've been dating for so long."

Her voice seems to come from the horizon, making it hard for me to catch it clearly.

Marriage?

Oh, right.

I'm about to get married.

Unfortunately, in my last life, I never made it to the wedding.

I died before the wedding.

Died of cyberbullying.

In my last life, I participated in the national author competition as planned, but on the day of the competition, another contestant and I wrote exactly the same thing.

I knew very well who that contestant was.

I recognized her almost immediately; she was my boyfriend's sister.

Su Bingqian.

Also someone who always disdained literary creation.

I never expected her to join the national author competition with me, nor did I expect her to write something identical to mine.

The worst part is...

Our pieces were posted online for comparison, and since they were identical, one of us must be a plagiarist.

But Su Bingqian presented evidence.

Her so-called evidence included drafts of all my works, the publication backend, payments record, outlines...

Previously, because I had depression and always faced harsh criticism from readers, my boyfriend told me he could help me publish.

I believed him.

From then on, I focused on serious writing.

Yet those became evidence for Su Bingqian's counterattack.

I asked my boyfriend to testify.

However, what followed was Su Hao also standing by Su Bingqian's side, confidently saying he was just helping his sister publish articles as a brother.

And I...

Became the plagiarist!

A woman who plagiarizes other's works, steals other's creativity, counterattacks shamelessly, supported by her boyfriend, and bullies her boyfriend's sister.

Eventually, I died from a relapse of depression, jumping off the twenty-seventh floor.

And after Su Bingqian achieved success and received ten million, she withdrew from the writing scene.

Her reason was very sufficient:

"Although I don't know why my sister-in-law would do that, maybe she really loves literature."

"From now on, my pen name is officially laid to rest."

"If I had known that writing would cost my sister-in-law her life, I would rather never have participated in the author competition, and rather never have written any book."

Her fame skyrocketed like blooming flowers.

Even a TV show group specially invited her to participate in variety shows.

And indeed, she never picked up a pen again.

While I... became the one who harmed a genius girl's life, a stepping stone for Su Bingqian to climb higher.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you speaking?" My close friend waved her hand in front of me, a bit worried, "Are you having an anxiety attack?"

"It's nothing."

I came back to my senses, lightly patting her hand.

Depression and anxiety disorder followed me like shadows in my previous life. To earn money for treatment and not to disappoint my readers, I constantly took medication to fight the illness, enduring to write.

Also for Su Hao who said that once we have enough money, we can get married.

But now I don't want to marry this scumbag.

I just want to break up!

Stay away from all this misfortune!

I smiled at my close friend.

"I just suddenly feel a bit tired, I don't want to participate in the competition this time."

No matter how Su Bingqian got those things, and no matter how she plagiarized my ideas on spot, none of it matters anymore.