How Death Became My Rebirth

Chapter 215

“Is this Cassandra? The top scorer in the country? Really?”

“She is God’s favorite, we’re not.”

“She is so pretty. I thought I could at least have one aspect that could be compared to her.”

“This is what it feels like to be frustrated. I wonder if Cassandra has a boyfriend.”

“It’s okay to be her boyfriend if I can’t be the best scorer.”

“I hope she doesn’t limit her boyfriend’s gender.”

“With an SAT score of only 600, do you want to pursue a girl who has almost full marks? If your mother finds out, she’ll kick you in the ass.”

“Dream on!”

Cassandra remained silent.

Was she really being treated like a monkey?

Hoping that this would end quickly, Cassandra sat down quietly and remained silent.

“Well, let’s stop talking about her. We have many opportunities in the future to get to know one. another.”

Sherry began to move on to the next topic..

The uniforms and everyday supplies needed for the military training would be distributed after registration. Tomorrow was the first day of the 15–day military training.

It was not a big deal to Cassandra.

For other students, though, it might be perceived as a burden. After hearing that it would last for half a month, everyone began to grumble in the classroom. Their voice was louder and higher.

Sherry had no choice but to take out a speaker and put it around her neck.

Since their talk drowned the sound of her voice, she could only act like this.

“Be quiet, everyone. Please notify me in advance if any students have unique physiques or medical conditions. Our university may consider it at its discretion.”

exactly the university would handle

her military training outfit and daily supplies, and then returned to

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her a lot

her a small refrigerator stocked with ice cream and

ice

she suddenly recalled what the

myself at the time? I guess Kenneth’s interruption

Fallvale Mansion.

that these past

darkest moment of

two doctors were wolves in sheep’s

numerous injections, but they weren’t really

Nonetheless, based on the injuries on her body.

Miranda, Cassandra and

responsible

we should stop it now, or

Easton rolled his eyes and said, “I don’t need your reminder.

Lynn took out a syringe filled

is a new batch of reagents I made before. The mouse died after the injection. Anyway, how about we give her

the syringe

that we should do it when she was in suspended animation. How can

Dr. Easton complained.

animation? You can give

was frightened by their words and

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everyone treat me this

will

my body? As long as I

quite smart. Unfortunately, though, we get paid by the boss, and he will

Dr. Easton snorted coldly.

greed for money and lust, they valued their

they regarded Yulissa as a rag that had been used by others. They didn’t think it was worth it to go against the

the drug into Yulissa’s

five seconds,

You should be more

finishing his words, Dr. Lynn touched

an injection

animation counteragent if, after two hours, it still

face gradually

“What… What happened?”

appeared somewhat agitated. This

forgot that previously they used mammals to do experiments, but now

human.

inject the

the counteragent into