I had just walked out of the college entrance exam when the police took me into a small, windowless room for questioning.
The investigators found cheating devices in my clothes.
They also arrested a hired test-taker who had been working with me at a nearby hotel.
The moment he saw me, he identified me as the person who had hired him.
He confessed to the whole scheme and the money we'd exchanged.
The evidence was conclusive, and the case was announced across the internet.
In no time, I went from being a genius top student praised by the media to a prisoner behind bars.
My parents tried in vain to clear my name. In the end, they couldn't bear the online abuse and died at home.
Not long after hearing the news about my parents, I died of a heart attack.
Until the moment I closed my eyes, I couldn't understand.
I hadn't done anything. Why did every piece of evidence point to me cheating?
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of the college entrance exam.
