I was the top scorer on the national college entrance exam, and I earned excellent grades at university.
But then, one day, I was accused of plagiarizing a paper I had published.
Students across the university called me shameless and accused me of academic fraud.
I went to find the work they claimed I had plagiarized,
only to discover that the paper really was identical to mine.
But it had been published a day earlier.
Yet my paper was clearly the result of my own hard work, countless sleepless nights, and repeated experiments.
I tried to explain.
But no one would listen.
They cursed me relentlessly and launched a cyberbullying campaign against my whole family.
The university leadership also branded me academic trash and expelled me.
In the end, I couldn’t take the pressure.
I leapt from the eighteenth-floor teaching building, my body smashed beyond recognition.
Until my final moment, I couldn’t understand what had happened.
Why had someone else published my paper first when it was clearly mine?
When I opened my eyes again,
I had returned to the day before the “plagiarism incident.”
