Having resolved the issue of where to keep my college admission letter, the next step was to wait for the right moment to get a copy of my ID card and household registration book.

With only a month left before the college entrance exams, the school was starting to have us fill out our college application forms and submit various documents.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I mentioned to my parents during dinner that I would need to bring my household registration book and ID card to school the next day.

"Doesn't the school just need a copy of the household registration book? Why do you need to bring it?" my sister domineeringly said.

"Then give it to Yeting first, and Yelin, you can get it from her after she's done," my mom said, siding with my sister while putting the last chicken drumstick from the plate into her bowl.

I pretended not to care and said, "No problem, let sister take it first. How about you make a copy for me when you do yours, so I don't have to go to the printer again."

"Why should I make a copy for you," my sister angrily refused. Her reaction was within my expectations.

"If you don't want to, then give me the household registration book first. I'll make a copy when I do mine and bring it to you," I said, pretending to be obedient.

My sister, thinking I finally knew my place, agreed to give me the household registration book and let me go make the copies.

This was exactly what I wanted. The next day, I skipped a class, took the household registration book to the citizen center, and got a new ID card made.

The staff told me that the new ID card would be ready in 20 days. I thought it would be best to pick it up right before school started; keeping it there would be safer than at home.

Then I rushed to make three copies of the household registration book, delivered one to my sister, gave another to my teacher, and kept one for myself for college use.

As the college entrance exam approached, my sister's attitude towards me changed drastically. Instead of focusing on her own studies, she started to show concern for mine day after day.

"Sister, have a glass of milk, it'll boost your nutrition."

"Sister, school's out, hurry up and study. I'll wash your clothes."

"Sister, get up, go to school early for morning reading."

...

So this was when my sister began to set her sights on me.

I pretended not to know, accepting her goodwill freely, making her think I was as gullible as in my past life.

It rained on the day of the college entrance exam, just like in my last life.

I walked into the exam room with confidence, giving a perfect ending to my second attempt at the college entrance exam.

After the exams, I estimated my scores and figured I should be able to get into Tsinghua University.

After spending a week at home, I took the initiative to look for a summer job. My parents were naturally pleased, and my sister was even more eager for me to start working, so she could get her hands on my admission letter.

Summer jobs were hard to find; it took me several days to land a cashier position at KFC, and it was a night shift job.

I went out early and returned late every day. My parents didn't ask a single question, but if my sister stayed out a bit late after a movie, my dad would specially go to pick her up.

Without comparison, you can't gauge the difference.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, and everyone had received their admission letters, except me.

My sister was so anxious that she ran to the express delivery station every day; anyone who didn't know would think she cared a lot about me.

Actually, my admission letter had long been received and kept with my homeroom teacher; no way would I let my sister know about it.

"Linlin, why hasn't your admission letter arrived yet? Shouldn't you go ask about it?" my sister looked at me with a worried expression.

Had it not been for my reincarnation, I might have been fooled by her acting.

I continued eating, not lifting my head, and said, "Maybe it hasn't been sent out yet. There's plenty of time before school starts; what's the rush?"

My sister hesitated, unable to do anything more than stomp her foot under the table.

However, I underestimated her. She found out from somewhere that my admission letter was with the homeroom teacher.

One day while I was working, I suddenly received a call from my homeroom teacher.

The teacher informed me that my sister was at her house, claiming to be picking up the admission letter on my behalf.

Thankfully, the teacher was cautious and didn't just take her word for it; she called me first.

I told the teacher not to give the admission letter to my sister and that I'd go to her place immediately to sort this out.

After hanging up, I asked for leave from my supervisor and rushed to my teacher's house.

When I arrived, sweating at the doorstep, I heard my sister saying, "Ms. Li, I am Linlin's sister. I have the right to pick up her admission letter. What do you mean by holding it back? Be careful, I'll report you to the school."

The teacher was sitting on the couch, face darkened, not saying a word, clearly fuming at my sister.

"That's my admission letter. I asked the teacher to keep it for me. What does it have to do with you? By what right are you trying to take my college admission letter?" I glared at her and asked loudly.

My sister didn't expect me to show up, and her expression turned flustered. But she quickly regained her composure and argued, "I'm your sister. Seeing that your letter hadn't arrived, I kindly came to pick it up for you. How can you have this attitude? If our parents knew, they'd certainly have something to say."

I scoffed, "Thanks for the kindness. I decided to let the teacher keep my admission letter for now. I'll bring it myself when school starts. No need for your concern."

With that, I dragged my sister home, not wanting her to further trouble the teacher.

Once home, my sister threw herself into my mom's arms, crying and saying I bullied her.

After hearing her embellished story, my mom immediately scolded me, demanding that I go get the admission letter back at once.

There was no way I would listen to her. I wasn't the same Yelin from my past life.

Seeing that even my parents couldn't sway me, my sister stormed into my room and viciously spat, "Yelin, just wait and see. I'll make you regret this."

I laughed disdainfully, "Bring it on."

Late at night, as I passed my parents' bedroom on the way to the bathroom, I overheard talking inside.

"Dad, I don't want to go to a vocational college; I want to go to a university," it was my sister's voice.

"Daddy would also like you to go to a university, but saying you'll take Linlin's place is not practical," dad replied.

"Why not? Linlin and I look the same. As long as I have her admission letter and ID card, there are no acquaintances at the university to tell the difference," my sister argued.

"Tingting is right, no one can tell them apart. Linlin going to university is a waste, Tingting is smart and should go," my mom echoed my sister's sentiment.

Standing outside the door, I couldn't help but let out a cold snort. Me going to university was a waste, but Yeting going made perfect sense.

This is what my mom said. If not for the fact that Yeting and I are twins, I'd doubt I'm their biological daughter.

Eventually, dad was convinced. The three of them agreed to help Yeting take my place at university.

They continued discussing the details of their plan, but I had lost interest and quietly returned to my room.

By the end of the summer job, it was just a week before school started.

During this week, my sister followed me everywhere, even when I went to pick up a package.

I saw through their intention: to trap me and prevent me from going to school.

As for the admission letter, the plan was for my sister to get it from the homeroom teacher by claiming it was urgent after school had started.

Once school had started, the teacher would no longer feel justified in holding back my admission letter.

They had calculated this perfectly. But now it was three of them against one of me. Outnumbered, I decided to outsmart them.