Back at her rental, she took a quick shower and hurried out.
There was no time to practice singing. Starting today, she would practice singing at night and martial arts in the morning. Or maybe an hour of each in the morning and another hour of each at night.
There was no way she could squeeze in two hours for each discipline, both morning and evening.
At her age, she couldn't skimp on sleep, but she also couldn't stop making money.
After all, this period of intense Bitcoin volatility would only last for about ten days, and she was counting on it to earn her startup capital.
Mira’s martial arts class was at eight. It was now 7:30. The walk to The Plaza would take about ten minutes, leaving her twenty minutes to eat breakfast.
At a breakfast stand, Mira ordered two egg wraps and a cup of soy milk. She had just sat down when her phone rang.
She took a bite of her wrap and glanced at the screen. It was Liora. She answered the call.
“Mira, when are you coming to my house for lessons? I already told the teacher about you.”
“Liora, I really don’t have time. I have martial arts classes and art classes every day, and I have to practice for both, plus I need to make money.”
“If you need money, I can give you some. I’ll just spend a little less from now on.”
“Thanks, Liora. I know you’re a good friend, but I want to be self-reliant and achieve my dreams on my own.”
As a precaution, she couldn't tell anyone about being reborn. She didn’t want people to think she was a monster, which could lead to endless trouble.
As for the Bitcoin trading, how could a high school student know about that stuff and understand how to do it?
She couldn't talk about that either. Coming up with convincing lies was exhausting.
Fortunately, her friends weren't short on money and had no interest in starting a business for now.
“Mira, the tutors my family hired are famous.”
“I might have some time in a week.”
“Sigh, alright then. Just remember to come over when you’re free. I’m so bored by myself.”


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