Her Rebirth of Retribution

Calista frowned. But that's not necessarily the case. In my previous life, those people were able to make rapid progress because of me. I was the perfect human test subject for their experiments. Not only was my blood unique, but my constitution was also special, which naturally led to swift advancements. In this life, all I did was provide blood samples. I have no idea if these experts can do it just as fast, let alone whether Kallum can hold on for that long. The autumn wind swept through, blanketing the ground with golden leaves.

Calista was holding a pen, tapping it against her chin as she pondered over a problem. Seeing her lack of focus, the professor expressed his displeasure by clearing his throat and saying, "Calista, you've already missed so many classes, and now that you're in class, you're not paying attention! Do you even want to join the combined master's and doctoral program?"

Calista was taken aback when her name was called and hurriedly apologized, promising to focus from now on.

However, deep down, she felt somewhat torn, which was rare.

In her past life, she had dedicated herself entirely to the study of medicine. She wasn't concerned about not being able to keep up, but she was confused as to why she had to study physics, advanced mathematics, doctor-patient communication skills, and more. Those were inapplicable to her, and despite her intelligence, she saw no need to study them.

Looks like I've oversimplified things. The combined master's and doctoral program is not as easy as I thought.

However, Calista had always maintained a stoic facade in her current life, so no one could tell when she was struggling to understand. She maintained her top-student demeanor and was always alone, very much an individualist.

"Hey, did you guys notice Calista seems to have changed? She used to be introverted but she'd still respond when we asked her questions, but now, I don't even dare to approach her."

Whispers sounded behind Calista, but she remained aloof, pretending she didn't hear them.

"But she's become much more beautiful. I thought she was a new student when she came yesterday and was so surprised when I realized it was her! Many guys came to ask about her yesterday. I heard that some guy will be waiting for her under the academic building today... and it's not just anyone! It's the most handsome guy from the Faculty of Arts. Apparently, he fell in love with her at first sight."

Grabbing her pen, Calista contemplated taking a different door out of the academic building when she left.

Class ended amidst this incessant chatter. The professor hadn't left yet when a voice echoed from the doorway. "Who is Calista? Come out!"

Calista's gaze hardened as she looked over to see a girl whom she found somewhat familiar. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Janice, one of Mirabelle's friends. Mirabelle was Janice's senior in the Faculty of Dance.

When Calista didn't respond, Janice walked straight over to her. The other students immediately dispersed, clearing a path for her. Janice glared at Calista and stormed over to slap her.

Calista deftly dodged, causing Janice's hand to end up hitting the table. The pain had her grimacing and gritting her teeth. "How dare you dodge?"

What nonsense is she talking about? Am I supposed to just stay put and let her slap me?

Calista stood aside, sizing up the woman who, in her previous life, had been exploited to death by Mirabelle, and sneered. "Where'd you come from, the mental asylum?"

The onlookers gasped, taken aback.

They had always thought of Calista

as an aloof and reticent person,

attributing it to her shyness. However, the moment she spoke; they realized they were wrong. The Calista they knew from the past would never say such words.

Janice was livid. This b*tch has no shame at all!

"How audacious of you to insult me when you seduced Mirabelle's boyfriend! How shameless can you be?" she roared.

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After all, Mirabelle was too renowned, not because she was pretty or talented, but because she was the only woman who received special treatment from Kallum.

Calista snatched Mirabelle's boyfriend? How is that even possible?

Seeing the peculiar glances directed at Janice, Calista responded with a cold, dismissive smile. "Hey, explain. Who did I seduce? Where's Mirabelle? Ask her to fight her own battles!"

As expected, Mirabelle showed up.

She rushed over in a panic, still in a

white dress: "Janice, I told you, you got the wrong idea! There are so many people here! How is Callie going to continue studying here if this gets out?"

She seemed intent on shielding Calista, but her friends who came with her had no intention of letting things go.

"So this is Calista. No wonder she's a mistress. She has the face of a temptress!"

"Exactly!" Another girl chimed in, filled with envy as she said bitterly, "She used to be so ugly and unremarkable. Suddenly, she's beautiful. I wonder where she had her cosmetic surgery. She got all dotted up just to become someone's mistress. Unbelievable!"

Calista laughed. "So you do realize I'm way more attractive than you all!"

That one sentence rendered them all speechless. How could she be so shameless? We're humiliating her!

One of the onlookers burst out laughing, agreeing with Calista. She's right, though. She's far more attractive than Mirabelle, the campus belle.

Mirabelle's friends glared at the onlooker who laughed, and she recoiled in fear, not daring to make another sound.