On the first day I transferred to another school, I locked into the biggest secret of this prestigious school.
Lu Mingzhe, number one on the honor list, president of the student union, recognized as a perfect scholar. When he smiled, the curve of his lips seemed to have been measured with a ruler, gentle, distant, and impeccable.
But when I opened the old files of the school newspaper, I found a series of "coincidences":
The students who have questioned him always "happen" to have family troubles, get caught cheating, or get sick and be hospitalized.
And he always extends a "helping" hand at the most appropriate time and with the most perfect gesture.
I wrote the title of my first investigative report in the school newspaper: "What is hidden under the mask of the god of learning?"
The night the manuscript was sent out, I received a text message from him:
"The writing is good. But do you know why the reporter who investigated me last year ended up transferring schools?"
Immediately afterwards, there was a photo - a financial statement from my father's company, with a certain item marked in a red circle.
"Classmate Lin Wei," his next message followed, "guess what will happen if this thing appears on the desk of the tax bureau?"
My whole body was cold, but he sent the last message:
"Now, you have two choices. One is to become the next case of 'accidental transfer'. The other is... Come to me and see with your own eyes how the perfect order is established and how it collapses."
"I'm curious," he sent his final sentence late at night, "what will the hunter's expression be like when he finds out that he is the prey?"
