After blowing off my sister, I headed to my room to crash. But she wasn't done.She cornered me again, this time trying to drag me to a teacher for extra tutoring. "It's not too late to cram!" she insisted.I shook her hand off my arm. "Last-minute cramming is pointless. You go if you're so worried. I've got shows to watch.""Jenny, you're naturally smart, but you still shouldn't get careless."The words were a perfect echo from my last life. She was testing me, watching my face for any sign that I still trusted the cursed number floating over my head.I met her gaze dead-on and smiled. "Even if I never crack another book, I'll still beat you."She put on a disappointed face, but I saw the triumphant smirk she couldn't quite hide.As she walked away, radiating that smug, misplaced confidence, I almost laughed out loud.'Oh, little sister… this time, the one being careless is you,' I thought happily.Back in my room, the score had already ticked up to 1320. But the second I unz
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