Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 104: Chapter 104
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My roommate used my campus Wi-Fi login to browse porn sites.
The school found out—and blamed me.
She didn't apologize.
Instead, she leaked my private photos and spread rumors that I was "easy."
I got harassed online. Kicked out of school.
And her?
She rode the wave, went live on TikTok, and became a goddamn influencer.
This time around…
I'm not going down without a fight.
When I opened my eyes, I froze.
This—this was my old college dorm room.
How the hell am I back here?
My heart pounding, I scrambled for my phone.
The screen lit up: October 2020.
No way… I've gone back three years?
Last time, it all started with her using my Wi-Fi login to watch porn.
The school tracked it, and the next day I was called into a meeting.
I didn't rat her out. Just took the fall and wrote a stupid 3,000-word apology.
It wasn't supposed to be a big deal.
Just a warning.
Then she posted on her Instagram story:
"Roommate got called in over inappropriate websites. Hope she's okay lol."
Everyone who saw Professor Harris pull me aside that day knew she was talking about me.
Then, someone leaked my old bikini pics. The internet exploded.
The school expelled me "to protect their reputation."
Meanwhile Jessica rode the clout, livestreamed the whole scandal, and blew up overnight.
When things died down, she faked evidence that I bullied her.
Her fanbase believed every tear she shed.
One of them even ran me over with their car.
There wasn't even a body left to bury.
Bzzz... Bzzz...
My phone vibrated nonstop, pulling me out of the nightmare.
Professor Harris—his name flashed across the screen.
I swallowed my rage and picked up.
Let's get this over with.
Just like before, he brought up the browser history.
I told him I was already on my way.
Then the door swung open.
"Miaaa, why so dressed up? Got a hot date or something?"
Jessica strutted in—flaming red hair, micro skirt, full face of makeup.
She looked like she belonged on camera.
She always had a thing for other girls' boyfriends.
Last time, she even slid into mine while I was getting canceled.
I looked at her flawless face and saw rot underneath.
It took everything in me not to rip her apart right then.
I forced a smile.
"Professor Harris called me. Might be about a scholarship or something."
Her expression twisted for half a second before she masked it.
"Well, good luck!"
I saw right through her.
She hated me from the start.
Last time, she claimed I "stole" her scholarship.
I earned it fair and square—top of my class.
But somehow, she always had financial aid.
Even though her family was rich as hell.
Same as before, Professor Harris let me off with a written apology.
Last time, I didn't tell him it was Jessica.
Didn't think it was worth the drama.
I figured she'd at least write her own damn reflection.
Big mistake.
She didn't thank me.
She used me.
And then she ruined me.
But. Not this time.
The school found out—and blamed me.
She didn't apologize.
Instead, she leaked my private photos and spread rumors that I was "easy."
I got harassed online. Kicked out of school.
And her?
She rode the wave, went live on TikTok, and became a goddamn influencer.
This time around…
I'm not going down without a fight.
When I opened my eyes, I froze.
This—this was my old college dorm room.
How the hell am I back here?
My heart pounding, I scrambled for my phone.
The screen lit up: October 2020.
No way… I've gone back three years?
Last time, it all started with her using my Wi-Fi login to watch porn.
The school tracked it, and the next day I was called into a meeting.
I didn't rat her out. Just took the fall and wrote a stupid 3,000-word apology.
It wasn't supposed to be a big deal.
Just a warning.
Then she posted on her Instagram story:
"Roommate got called in over inappropriate websites. Hope she's okay lol."
Everyone who saw Professor Harris pull me aside that day knew she was talking about me.
Then, someone leaked my old bikini pics. The internet exploded.
The school expelled me "to protect their reputation."
Meanwhile Jessica rode the clout, livestreamed the whole scandal, and blew up overnight.
When things died down, she faked evidence that I bullied her.
Her fanbase believed every tear she shed.
One of them even ran me over with their car.
There wasn't even a body left to bury.
Bzzz... Bzzz...
My phone vibrated nonstop, pulling me out of the nightmare.
Professor Harris—his name flashed across the screen.
I swallowed my rage and picked up.
Let's get this over with.
Just like before, he brought up the browser history.
I told him I was already on my way.
Then the door swung open.
"Miaaa, why so dressed up? Got a hot date or something?"
Jessica strutted in—flaming red hair, micro skirt, full face of makeup.
She looked like she belonged on camera.
She always had a thing for other girls' boyfriends.
Last time, she even slid into mine while I was getting canceled.
I looked at her flawless face and saw rot underneath.
It took everything in me not to rip her apart right then.
I forced a smile.
"Professor Harris called me. Might be about a scholarship or something."
Her expression twisted for half a second before she masked it.
"Well, good luck!"
I saw right through her.
She hated me from the start.
Last time, she claimed I "stole" her scholarship.
I earned it fair and square—top of my class.
But somehow, she always had financial aid.
Even though her family was rich as hell.
Same as before, Professor Harris let me off with a written apology.
Last time, I didn't tell him it was Jessica.
Didn't think it was worth the drama.
I figured she'd at least write her own damn reflection.
Big mistake.
She didn't thank me.
She used me.
And then she ruined me.
But. Not this time.
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