After Posting A Selfie On Instagram, I Owed A Million

On the first day of school, I posted my retouched photos and original photos online.

It was because in my previous life, my roommates tricked me into sending them my daily photos by helping me retouch them. Then they took my photos and went to find a rich second-generation online lover to cheat money.

A month later, three rich second-generations boys appeared in front of me, saying that I cheated money online and the amount was as high as one million. I explained that someone might have used my photos in Instagram to cheat people and I could cooperate with them to catch the person.

As a result, the three of them took out the original photos that I had never posted in Instagram.

Meanwhile my three roommates also stood up to accuse me, saying that they had long been fed up with me showing off fishing in the dormitory every day.

I was posted online and exposed and was called a gold digger. The rich second-generations boys were so angry that they found someone to beat me to death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the first day of school.

"Sarah, send us the photos of today's military training, we will help you choose."

"Of course, if you don't want to retouch, you can send us the original photos and we will retouch them for you."

"Yes, the photos taken with your phone are a little blurry, we will help you adjust the color."

My roommate Linda Jameson came over and tapped my screen, "The light in this photo is very good, but it's a little dark."

Winnie Lorenzo, my other roommate, immediately replied, "That's right, your skin is good to begin with, just retouch the original photos a little, send them to us."

She reached out to take my phone and I took a step back.

Another roommate, Kelly Rutherford laughed beside her, "Oh, don't be so stingy, we live in the same dormitory, how can I steal your photos?"

I stared at the three of them, they said the same thing in my previous life.

As a result, they sent my photos to different rich second-generations and finally made me a liar. In order to repay the one million dollar I owed for no reason, I worked three jobs every day. But the rich second-generations were not satisfied and they found someone to beat me to death on my way home from get off work.

"No, I can do it myself." I lowered my head and continued to swipe the album.

Linda was anxious, "Sarah, why are you like this? We just want to help you!"

Winnie immediately agreed, "Yes, military training is so tiring, isn't it good for us to help you retouch the photos?"

Kelly directly grabbed my arm, "Post it in the group, we promise not to spread it!"

I looked at their hypocritical smiles and remembered that they also pulled me like this in the last life, but finally accused me of "raising fish" in front of the police.

"Okay."

I opened Instagram and sent the original photo to the dormitory group.

The three of them immediately gathered together and swiped the photos quickly with their fingers.

"This one looks good! The angle is amazing!"

"Wow, this skin condition is really good, no need to retouch it!"

"I'll send it to you to see the effect, Sarah!"

They were so excited that they seemed to have picked up a treasure. I lowered my head and silently opened the Instagram and quickly registered a new account. I found the accounts of the three of them and blocked them with one click.

"Sarah, how do you think I did it?" Winnie handed me the phone. I looked like a mannequin in the photo after my skin was smoothed.

"It's pretty good." I smiled perfunctorily, my fingers kept operating on the phone.

Linda suddenly looked up, "What are you doing? You're always looking at your phone."

"Reply to a message." Without raising my head, I uploaded the original photo and the refined photo together and typed a few words in the title: [Reject appearance anxiety].

Kelly came over, "Who? Boyfriend?"

"I'm telling you, you have to keep your eyes open when looking for a boyfriend. It's best to let us check it for you."

I thought she was afraid that after I fell in love, all the photos were taken with my boyfriend, so it was not good to use my photos to scam other boys.

After all, in the last life, they used my photos to attract three rich second-generations boys for one million.

"No, my family."

I put away my phone and looked at the three of them who were still looking down and retouching photos. I couldn't help but curl my lips.

"Hey, Mike Dunkin added me!"

"He said he wants me to be his girlfriend."

Linda suddenly shouted, her eyes bright and scary.

Winnie immediately came over, "Really? He is a rich second generation from the Department of Finance!"

Kelly also came over excitedly, "Come through! Chat for a while!"

"Oh my god, Mike is so generous, he actually transferred 20,000 dollar to you right away."

I watched the three of them huddled together, typing quickly and sneered in my heart.

In the last life, it was Linda who first hooked up with Mike with a photo and Mike kept transferring money to pursue her.

"You guys chat, I'm going to wash my face."

I stood up and looked back before walking out of the dormitory. They didn't even raise their heads, completely immersed in the sweet words of the "rich second generation".

In the corridor, I clicked on Instagram and someone had liked and commented on the post.

I took a screenshot and saved it in the album.

In this life, they couldnt to hurt me again. In the following days, they would find excuses to ask me for photos almost every day.

"Sarah, this outfit looks really good today. Can you send me the original photo for reference?"

"The side profile photo you posted on Instagram yesterday was amazing. Can you send me the original photo? I want to learn the angles of taking photos."

"Sarah, can you wear my new skirt and take a few photos for me? The store wants some good-looking photos in return. You can give me money and I will share it with you. You have the best figure in our dormitory."

Their eyes were fixed on my phone screen.

I pretended to ask casually, "Why do you want so many photos?"

Linda immediately hid her phone in her arms, "Just...save it for study. You look good in photos."

Winnie interrupted, "Yes, you are the most photogenic in our dormitory."

I nodded, sent the photos to the group and then uploaded them to my own account.

Linda's phone vibrated immediately and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise.

"Mike transferred money to me again!" She suddenly screamed, "50,000, he said he would buy me a bag!"

"I haven't spent all the money he transferred to me yesterday and I told him not to transfer it, but he insisted on transferring it to me." She kept shouting.

Kelly immediately rushed over, "Let me see! Oh my God, isn't this too spoiled?"

"My family also transferred 50,000 to me yesterday, saying it was pocket money."

Winnie pouted sourly, "My family only transferred 30,000..."

I silently recorded these conversations and continued to organize the photos.

The account has more than 1,000 followers and under every dynamic, someone asked for the link to the clothes in the photo.

Three days later, Linda changed to the latest mobile phone and turned around in the dormitory to show off.

"Mike insisted on buying it for me, saying it matches my temperament." She deliberately shook it in front of me, "Sarah, do you want to touch it?"

I didn't even raise my head, "No, my phone is still in good contidtion."

Kelly suddenly came over, "Sarah, why are you always playing with your phone recently?"

"I'm doing self-media." I shook the interface, "Post some daily photos."

Linda's face changed, "Did you...post your own photos?"

"No, they are all photos of textbooks for self-study." I answered calmly, "Do you want to see it?"

I did register another account and shared some learning materials on it.

The three of them were obviously relieved and Linda regained her arrogant look, "By the way, Mike is going to treat the whole dormitory to dinner this weekend, you must come."

Winnie immediately replied, "Yes, we are all going, you can't spoil the fun."

My finger paused on the screen, "Why do you emphasize me?"

Linda's eyes were erratic. "It's just... Mike wants to meet my roommate. You know, boys are curious."

Kelly suddenly interrupted, "Sarah, you should dress nicer that day, you can't embarrass our dormitory."

I looked at their nervous looks and suddenly understood that Mike was suspicious.

After all, Linda had been receiving gifts and transfers from Mike every day for a week, but she had never met Mike. And Mike and we were from the same school and Linda would be exposed if we didn't meet again.

In the last life, they also used the same reason to trick me into attending the dinner.

At the table, they even arranged me next to Mike for no reason, so I said why Mike kept staring at me at that time.

"Okay." I smiled, "I will be there on time."

Linda breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and typed quickly on Instagram.

Her phone screen was reflected on the glass and I saw the last sentence clearly:

[Baby, my roommates all agreed.]

Then, a transfer of 52,000 dollar popped up on the other side.

[Then you will wear the skirt I bought for you. I really look forward to meeting you. ]

The day I met Mike, Linda took out the pink skirt and waved it in front of me early in the morning.

"Sarah, you will definitely look good in this skirt. This is the new skirt I bought. I haven't worn it myself yet." She forced the dress to me.

Winnie immediately agreed, "Yes, this color suits your skin tone."

Kelly directly pulled me, "Try it on quickly, don't spoil the fun, you see we are all dressed up, only you are not dressed up, don't embarrass us."

I took a step back, "I have my own clothes."

Linda's face darkened, "Mike specially invited us and you went wearing jeans, how disrespectful!"

"That's right," Winnie curled her lips, "He is a rich second generation, well-groomed."

I stared at the three of them with eager expressions and suddenly laughed, "Okay, I'll wear it."

Linda immediately smiled, "That's right, with Sarah's looks, how many people will be fascinated tonight. Mike has many rich second generations around him and I will introduce one to you when the time comes and you can live our life."

I took the skirt and went into the bathroom and heard them talking in low voices outside.

"She won't regret it, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm watching."

I slowly put on the skirt and their eyes lit up when I walked out

"It's so pretty!" Linda circled around me, "This skirt fits you so well, Sarah, don't worry, I'll take two photos for you."

Without waiting for me to refuse, she took out her phone and took a few photos, quickly operating on the phone.

I heard her muttering something, "I'll send you the photos."

I knew she was sending them to Mike.

I lowered my head to adjust the hem of my skirt, "I have a club activity in the afternoon, you go first, I'll be there later."

Linda immediately became nervous, "You must come."

"I know." I smiled, "I won't go back on my promise."

After they left, I immediately changed back into jeans, stuffed the skirt into my bag and then sent the photos Linda took to my account, with the caption: [I tried on my roommate's skirt today.]

At seven o'clock in the evening, I stood outside the restaurant's private room and heard Linda's delicate voice from inside.

"Mike, our Sarah is very introverted. When she comes, you must not be too proactive, or she will be scared."

Winnie quickly chimed in, "Yes, she hates boys who are particularly proactive when they first meet."

"Last time, a boy just accidentally bumped into her and she slammed the door and left." Kelly added fuel to the fire.

It seemed that they were afraid of being exposed, so they deliberately asked Mike to speak less.

I pushed open the door and the private room was instantly quiet.

Mike looked up at me, his eyes changed from confusion to shock and he didn't care about the persuasion of the three people just now.

He immediately blurted out, "Why didn't you wear the skirt I bought for you?"

The three roommates panicked, Linda quickly got up and pulled me out of the door and the other two roommates comforted Mike in the room.

"Why don't you wear that skirt? Why did you change back to your torn jeans?!" Linda lowered her voice and asked, her face pale.

I pretended to be confused. "We can't wear skirts in club activities, so I changed back. Then the activity ended too late and I was afraid that you would be waiting anxiously, so I didn't change my skirt. Why are you so nervous?"

I looked at her pretended to be confused, saying, "Besides, why did Mike ask that?"

Linda bit her lip and didn't say anything.

"If you don't tell me, I'll go in. I'm hungry." I pretended to push the door.

"Wait!" She grabbed me, "I... I used your photo to make Mike fall in love online. The skirt was actually bought by Mike for you. He wanted you to wear it to meet him today."

"What?" I deliberately raised my voice, "How could you do such a thing? Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

"Please, Sarah," she was so anxious that she almost cried, "Just help me this time, I don't want to lose face in front of them. I promise to be honest with Mike in the future!"

I shook her hand off, "You used my photo to deceive people and you still want me to cooperate?"

"Please!" Linda was so anxious that she almost cried, "Just this time!"

I was silent for a moment, showing a reluctant expression, "Okay, just help this time and you must explain it to him as soon as possible."

"Sure!" She nodded repeatedly.

I secretly paused the recording button.

Back to the room, Mike was still asking about the skirt.

I smiled. "The skirt was not washed and dried, I'm sorry."

Mike relaxed at this time. He was diligently picking food for me throughout the meal and didn't notice Linda's ugly face at all.

"This limited edition bag is for you." He suddenly took out a gift box.

"It's too expensive, I can't accept it." I declined.

"Take it, just as a gift." He insisted.

Linda stared at the bag, her eyes were straight, "Mike, this..."

"What's wrong?" Mike looked at her in confusion.

"Nothing." She forced a smile.

In the end, I still returned the bag to Mike.

I didn't want to have any financial disputes with him.

In the next few days, Mike began to pursue me crazily.

At noon on the third day, I blocked Linda in the cafeteria.

"When will you confess to Mike?" I asked directly.

She dodged her eyes. "Wait... Just wait..."

"Wait for what?"

"He likes you so much now, I will definitely make him more angry if I tell him the truth." She hesitated.

I sneered, "So you want me to continue to be a substitute?"

I think she was reluctant to give up the gifts and transfers from Mike.

"No!" She hurriedly explained, "Just... wait until his enthusiasm is over..."

Her phone suddenly rang with a notification sound, it was a message from Mike.

She took a look and her face became even uglier.

"He transferred money to you again." I glanced at it, "Fifty thousand, you can't accept it, if you want to accept it, you must accept it on behalf of your own name."

I sighed, "Last chance. If you don't tell him before tomorrow, I will tell him in person."

When I turned to leave, I touched the recorder in my pocket.

I heard Linda whisper from behind, "Since you forced me to do this, don't blame me for being rude."

The next day, I was walking on the road and Mike came up and slapped me, cursing, "Bitch, you're hanging me up while dating my other two good brothers."

Beside him, there stood the other two rich second-generations who beat me in my previous life.