Dream Reading

At my sister's funeral, her classmates who were invited came and mocked each other gleefully.
"I told you not to go too far, now the person is dead, and there's no fun anymore."
"How dare you accuse me; taking nude photos, putting chalk powder in her water cup, dripping chili oil in her eye drops... weren't all those tormenting ideas yours?"
Their laughter, showing no remorse, pierced through the rain and reached my ears. My face hid beneath the shadow of a black umbrella, and I smiled in their direction.
If they like to play, I'll play with them.
After all, who would believe that a well-behaved and academically excellent girl would commit murder?
That day, I transferred to my sister's class and used their most familiar methods to tie them up in an abandoned factory.
Looking at the cart in front of me filled with tools like chainsaws, scissors, and knives, they shook like a leaf.
"Let me see who to start with," I said.
I merely wore a smile, then suddenly leaned close to one of them, pressing the scissors in my hand close to her eyeball: "How about you first?"

After My Sister's Death, I Decided Not to Pretend to Be a Good Girl Anymore

As soon as class was over, I saw them rush to the bathroom, and through the door, I clearly heard Chen Nuo and the others talking.


"What's going on? How did an older sister who looks exactly like Shen Zinian suddenly show up? Is it a vengeful spirit coming for revenge?"


"Don't be so cowardly. I've already checked; she does have a twin sister who used to be at First High School."


"But... why did she suddenly transfer to our school, and even join our class? Did she find out something?"


Seeing her companions' cowardice, Chen Nuo angrily interrupted them, "What's there to be afraid of? Do I care if she's human or ghost? The way we bullied Shen Zinian before, we can bully her just the same."


Just at that moment, I calmed myself, pushed open the bathroom door, and asked them with a smile, "Are you talking about me?"


That caught two of them off guard, scaring them.


But Chen Nuo had already calmed down and gave a signal to the girl beside her.


The girl understood immediately, walked over, and closed the bathroom door tightly.


Looking at me standing there, seemingly clueless about the situation, Chen Nuo coldly spoke, "I don't know why you transferred to our class, but I'll tell you, if you want to stir up trouble, I'll show you what we're capable of. Since you've walked right into the line of fire today, I'll let you know what it means to suffer the consequences of your own actions!"


With that, she had someone lift a bucket of cold water, ready to pour it all over me.


It would be incredibly easy for me to dodge it.


But at this moment, I didn't dodge, letting them pour the water on me.


Turns out, my sister often got bullied like this when she was alive.


No wonder she would get a fever every few days.


And that wasn't enough. Next, Chen Nuo picked up the curling iron they had in the bathroom and played with it, warning me, "If you don't behave, I'll make sure you and your sister end up in the same situation."


Looking at the curling iron in her hand, I finally realized where my sister's scars came from.


A murderous impulse surged through my heart.


But just then, a teacher knocked on the door from outside the bathroom.


But in Chen Nuo and the others' eyes, it seemed like I was backing down.


They wore a smug look and left me with a harsh threat before they left.


"If you don't want to end up like your sister, I advise you to listen to me from now on."


And I just watched their backs, silently.


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