After getting an early admission offer from Tsinghua or Peking University, I decided not to take the gaokao.
When the class belle, Feng Yanran, found out, she rushed over and slapped me.
"Everyone is equal before the gaokao. What makes you so special?"
"Could there be something fishy about your reputation as a top student? Are you afraid you’ll be exposed?"
In my previous life, during the gaokao, the essay on Feng Yanran’s Chinese exam paper was identical to mine, word for word.
I asked my older brother, who was a proctor, and my childhood friend in the same exam room to clear my name.
But instead, they both pleaded with the school to give me another year to repeat the exam, since it was my first offense.
As public opinion spiraled, I became the plagiarizing dog everyone cursed.
Unable to prove my innocence, I was expelled from school. Not only was I denied the chance to retake the exam, I was banned from taking it for life.
My parents were also hounded online. They lost their jobs and went gray overnight.
After falling from the clouds into the mire, I became depressed and ill.
On a snowy night, I ended my life.
But unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the week before the gaokao.
