I placed first in the province-wide mock exams, but someone reported me for cheating.
They had eyewitnesses, physical evidence, and chat records. Everything.
In the end, my scores were canceled, and my dream of getting into a top university was shattered.
My dad was so furious he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. My mom begged the school on her knees, but it was no use.
I was utterly devastated too, so I swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back seven days before the college entrance exam.
In the class group chat, my so-called best friend was stirring everyone up.
I watched for three seconds, then turned off my phone.
Then I picked up the phone and called the academic affairs office.
“Teacher, I’ll sign the early admission agreement right now.”
On the day of the college entrance exam, everyone else sat in the exam hall, scribbling away.
As for me, I was in a university lab two hundred kilometers away,
under the constant watch of three professors, five graduate students, and twelve cameras.
The accusation letter arrived right on schedule.
When the investigation team showed up, the counselor slapped the sign-in sheet down on the table.
“She never even entered the exam hall. How could she have cheated?”
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