“She’s right, all her answers are correct.”
Alex Turner, the top student in the entire school, broke the deadlock, looking at the crowd.
Vivian’s eyes widened in disbelief. Seeing him, she suddenly burst into torrents of tears, covering her face and running out.
She thought any normal guy would run out to comfort her, but Alex didn’t even spare her a glance.
She gritted her teeth in anger, able only to glare at me from outside the window.
Ever since my answers were verified as flawless, everyone trusted my abilities as the second–ranked student in the school, begging me for tutoring.
Thanks to my patient guidance, my reputation in class soared.
The malicious rumors about Vivian, who had slandered me, began to turn against her.
But all that was just superficial.
I registered for the Grand National Exam scholarship competition.
The scholarship exam was in seven days.
After school, Brandon blocked me in an alley, holding a bubble tea.
Seeing the sinister look in his eyes, I pushed away the bubble tea, cautiously rejecting him.
The next second, my neck was violently gripped. He tore open the bubble tea and started pouring it down my throat.
Sweet, sticky liquid burned my nasal passages and eyes. A suffocating sensation overwhelmed me.
I struggled, pushing him away, then dropped to my knees, gasping for air, fighting the intense discomfort.
Everything went black. When I next awoke, I was in a cage.
- 4.
My hands and feet were shackled to a swivel chair, and four desks were pushed together, enclosing me in a one–square–meter
space.
I looked up to see Vivian staring at me, her eyes filled with venomous malice.
“If someone hadn’t tipped me off, you really would have gotten that scholarship.”
“There’s only one spot for the scholarship assessment per class! If you took it… what about me?!”
With a wave of her hand, Brandon emerged from behind, tearing at my clothes.
She expected me to break down when I saw Brandon was on her side.
A faint bitterness welled up in my heart, but it was nothing compared to the agony in my body.
My skin burned, covered in raw, broken patches.
2:19 PM c d
My skin burned, covered in raw, broken patches.
He spat in my face.
“You like me, don’t you? This is my blessing to you!”
They tore off my clothes, took photos from every angle.
They told me to keep studying diligently these days, and if I ever stopped, they would release these ‘beautiful” private photos
online.
