From Fat and Ugly to Cambridge Queen: Watch Me Crush Them All

Before I entered the exam hall, he made sure to remind me:

“Elena, just do your best, your dad is your strongest support!”

I was a bit touched, but then I picked up on his thoughts:

“Anyway, the money I earn will last you for generations!”

“….”

I glanced at the exam paper, knowing the answers immediately, but I couldn’t help feeling a little troubled. The original owner was a complete failure academically—no, a supreme failure, to be honest. If I did well, explaining it would be a bit tricky.

As I was pondering, an hour had already passed. Then I heard a voice in my head:

“This girl is zoning out again.”

It was that invigilator from yesterday.

Forget it. Whether I stick my neck out or not, the result’s the same. Since fate gave me this second chance, I’m going to live it to the fullest.

I picked up my pen and quickly filled in all the answers.

Just as I lifted my head, I noticed the boy in front of me sneaking a sideways glance at me.

“Elena, that ugly and chubby girl, she won’t be following me around after the exam, right?”

???

Is this the so-called "heartthrob" that the original owner had been chasing for three years?

He’s not even that handsome. Just a pair of eyes and a mouth, and she’s gone and ruined her life for a guy like that?

Alright, I’ve taken over your body, and I’ll return the favor by getting revenge for you.

Once the exams were over, that evening, as I ate dinner and scrolled through my phone, I saw a post from Dorian on his alt account.

“Desperately in need of money, contact me if you need a service~”

I narrowed my eyes and decided to comment using my alt account, a plan slowly forming in my mind.

The next morning, I was doing some exercises by the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony. This body was way heavier than my last one, and I was out of breath in no time.

The original owner had gained weight due to the stress of high school, and with puberty came acne, so the boys at school bullied her relentlessly, which only made her more insecure.

“My baby is actually working out! Sob, baby’s grown up, caring about her looks now, keep it up!”

I didn’t even need to guess; I knew it was my dramatic father’s thoughts.

As expected, my dad sniffled, placed his hand on my shoulder with a serious expression, nodded approvingly, and even had a hint of redness in his eyes.

Really?

“Ding! PayPal deposit of ten million dollars received.”

“I must be a solid support for my baby!”

The words floated above my dad’s head as he walked away.

I was touched, so touched.

With this money, I could implement my plan even more effectively.

I contacted a few entertainment bloggers and gave them a sizzling headline.

“Male high school student works as a gigolo for money.”

I asked them to draft the article in advance, ready for when I sent them the go-ahead.

As I continued moving to the rhythm of the music, another phone lit up with a Facebook message.

I didn’t stop, a smile creeping onto my lips.

The fish had taken the bait.

Dorian sent me a message from his alt account:

“Really? You can lend me money? What’s the catch?”

I flattered him, knowing full well it was all a lie.

“No catch. I heard you’re the campus heartthrob, you must be really handsome. I just want to have dinner with you.”

Dorian was clearly flattered by the praise.

“Of course, my good looks are well-known. If you can lend me the money, I’ll have dinner with you!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. If only I could read his mind through the screen, I’d love to know how smug he must be feeling right now.

“Not now, in a month.”

Fish need time to grow fat.

Dorian panicked.

“A month? What about the money? I need it now!”

“I’ll send you an electronic contract. You’ll repay it in a month. If you agree, I’ll transfer the money to you immediately.”

Dorian agreed right away, and once I confirmed the contract was valid, I transferred 500,000 yuan to his account.

The plan was on track, but… I still needed some help.