Misfortune Rebound
Five minutes before the graduate admission exam began, the campus heartthrob quietly slipped a crumpled piece of paper into my pencil case.
Lines of floating text drifted across my vision.
[The paper is filled with answers. The school heartthrob has reported it, and the proctor will be here any second!]
[As long as they find it, his admission slot will be canceled immediately!]
[Serves this bookworm right for standing in our heartthrob’s way. The proctor is his aunt. He’s doomed today!]
The next second, the proctor stormed into the classroom and headed straight for my seat.
“Someone has reported you for cheating,” she said sharply. “Empty your pencil case. We’re checking it.”
Without a word, I turned the case upside down. A few pens fell onto the desk, but there was no paper.
The campus heartthrob’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How is that possible? I–”
Before he could finish, a slip of paper covered in answers slid out of his own pocket and dropped onto the floor.
What they didn’t know was that I was born with a weird power called “Misfortune Rebound.”
Anyone who tried to harm me would end up suffering the consequences themselves.