2 Where is my "rich"?
Ahem. Ahem.
Hello there. I kind of lose it a little (a lot actually) the other day. Hahaha!
But, don't worry. I'm fine now.
I've embraced this rather unusual phenomenon quite easily. (lie)
So, remember as I was dying back then, I wished to be born as a man in my next life?
Well, Abracadabra!
Your girl Dakota is a proper gentleman!
With dick and all. Very proper! Verified!
Hurrah~ Kumbaya~
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Thank you, System 666. I will not let you down and waste this chance. I shall lead a proper life and enjoy myself to the fullest!
*****
As I slowly regained consciousness, I can hear the standard sound of the ECG machine beeping right by my ear. The smell of disinfectant is stabbing at my nose. Behind my closed eyelids, a bright white light seems to shine brightly. Illuminating every corner of my vision.
I open my eyes slowly. Rapidly blinking my eyelids to get rid of the discomfort brought about by that piercing white light. A nurse happened to walk in to get my vital readings. Seeing that I'm awake, she rushed out to call the doctors in.
A middle-aged man in a white lab coat walks in with a stethoscope hanging on his neck. He first checks my vitals, making sure nothing is out of the ordinary. Hell, I was put under seven days of coma to have this body repaired. It should not have any abnormalities!
While the check-up is ongoing, a nurse attentively feeds me some water to wet my throat. I was told to move various parts of my limbs one after the other. After making sure I have no issue with my motor skills, the doctor finally opened his mouth to speak. "Hello. I am Dr. Evan. You're currently in X city Municipal Hospital. I am going to ask you some questions so I can have a clear understanding of your condition."
I nodded obediently.
Dr. Evan, "What is your name?"
What is this body's name? What should I do?
Seeing that I'm not answering and look as if I'm pondering seriously, Dr. Evan switched to another question, "Do you know what year it is?"
"Um...2021?"
Dr. Evan swiftly scribbled something on the medical chart which really alarms me to the point of death. What is he writing?
Dr. Evan, "Do you remember how you got here?"
Oh shit. Here comes the tricky question. What am I supposed to say to that? I only know I was bleeding. As for the reason, who knows!
(￣◇￣;)
Let's just pretend to be dizzy!
And so I knit my eyebrows while plastering a confused expression on my face which followed by a raise of my left hand to slowly massage the inner corner of my eyebrow with my fingers.
Seeing my reaction, Dr. Evan scribbled a few more lines on the chart before finally putting his pen back in his coat pocket and raise a hand to pat my shoulder.
Um. This play...seems to work?
Dr. Evan, "It's alright. Just rest for now."
Oh. It does work. Phew! "Um...Doctor, am I...alright?"
Dr. Evan nodded before saying, "So far I can see that you recovered quite well considering you lost quite a lot of blood. There might be some effect on your brain due to lack of oxygen supply, which explains your memory disorder right now. You've been in a coma for seven days. Just take a rest for now. We will inform the police of your recovery. Do expect a visit from them soon."
I nodded obediently once again which grants me another shoulder pat from Dr. Evan and a few more words of advice before I was finally left alone in the ward.
*****
"The hotels are going to put forth a compensation claim but your, um, benefactor said he'll take care of it and we hope you won't act recklessly again in the future. I advise that you see a psychiatrist, you know, just to keep yourself in check. To harm yourself over rejection is not worth it. You're still young. I'll pray for your full recovery."
I think I'm going to lose my mind. I can only see the mouth of that detective, whose name I've forgotten, opening and closing but I can no longer hear any sound comes out of it. Is this what they call selective hearing? Am I being picky about the words I want to hear right now? Because honestly, this guy has been spouting nonsense the moment he steps into this ward.
Next to him, a man in a neat suit stood solemnly with a briefcase in hand. I remember him introducing himself as the lawyer of this sugar daddy who rejected my confession which resulted in my attempt at suicide. He looks like he's eager to leave the ward.
You and I both, hun. This thing being spoken by the detective sounds very embarrassing!
Apparently, the body that I am occupying now was a sugar baby who fell in love with his already married and old sugar daddy who then commits suicide after being rejected. As if it's not shameful enough, I have second thoughts and decides to call for help in the end.
And that wasn't all. Because of my status as a good college student in an Ivy League college, which I only found out just now, the detective and the lawyer briefed me on how the news of my accidents has been blown out of proportion and made it into various tabloids and papers headlines.
I don't know when the detective and the lawyer left the room as I was still in a state of disbelieve from being bombed by the ridiculous amount of information.
Right now I'm trying to sort out the crisis of my identity. Scanning through the medical chart and asking the nurse to hand me my belongings, I finally managed to get some information out of it.
The original's name is Aaron Snow and is currently 21 years old. Three years younger than me. That's one thing that makes me happy. I like being young. Apart from that, I found a broken phone, a bunch of keys, probably the key to the dorm room? Or house? I don't know. A student card with the college's logo and 'Business Faculty' printed on it, and a bank card.
I find it funny for a sugar baby like Aaron to only have a single bank card and not one credit card. Looking at the long-outdated model of the broken phone, this Aaron guy doesn't seem to be in a good financial state. It's extremely fishy. But without any other information, I can only throw my doubt to the back of my mind.
I'm lucky enough to be transferred into a body that's majoring in the same major as mine. Imagine being transferred into someone that's majoring in IT. I don't think I can survive that.
According to the detective and the lawyer's words, Aaron seems to be a natural-born genius who managed to be in various headlines for his achievement. Too bad for this one action of his, he was reduced to the lowest rank in the society.
Sigh.
From what I could deduce, I am certainly a handsome and tall man. The long legs resting on the bed are good proof. And the picture on the ID and student card both look as if they were beautified magnificently as the face looks ethereally handsome.
But what happened to my rich? Where is my "rich"? I thought we have an agreement, 666?
Do I really have to resort to finding a sugar daddy? No way!
This is a breach of the agreement, 666!
I thought System 666 is really doing me a favor by granting my wish to be a man. Who knows that it actually drags me into a furiously burning pit and proceeding to throw me into the deep dark void of the abyss next.
How am I, a young miss, who has been spoiled rotten all her life, to start living without money?!
I don't know who I should curse more. System 666? Or myself?
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