After the college entrance exam results were announced, my top student boyfriend accused me of swapping scores with him.

He had always ranked among the best, but this time, he only scored 300 points, with several subjects marked as zero.

And I, who had clearly missed multiple subjects, somehow ended up with scores in every single one, totaling over 700 points.

The police came straight to my house and locked cold handcuffs around my wrists.

I struggled to defend myself, insisting over and over that I hadn’t done anything wrong.

However, the police presented conclusive evidence in front of me.

After that, the entire internet erupted in rage.

Everyone was cursing my name.

My parents tried everything to help me, but instead, they were dragged into the scandal alongside me.

Netizens accused them of using their wealth and power to trample the fairness of the exams, to help me steal the future of a top student.

People stormed their offices, harassed them endlessly, sent funeral wreaths, hurled garbage, and even threatened to kill them.

My parents, grieving and exhausted, still held on and searched everywhere for evidence to prove my innocence.

But during their search, a large truck deliberately cut them off, forcing their car into the river.

When they were drowning, calling desperately for help, someone recognized them as my parents.

And everyone on the shore simply stood there, coldly watching them die without lifting a single finger.

I was sitting in prison when the news of their tragic deaths reached me, and I wept in despair.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the college entrance exam.

In this life, I was determined to clear my name and protect my family.

——

“Heidi, that’s great! We’re in the same exam room,” Zion Hernandez’s voice came brightly from beside me.

I stood there stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized I had been reborn.

Back to the day before the college entrance exam. The day we came to check the exam room.

Zion was still brimming with excitement, holding my hand as he spoke, “Don’t forget our promise. We’re going to the same university.”

But in my mind, the tragic scenes from my past life kept flashing by, and tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them.

Zion noticed my strange expression and asked cautiously, “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. I’m just feeling a bit under the weather. You go check the exam room first. I’ll head home.”

I found an excuse and quickly left the school.

In my previous life, on the last day of the college entrance exam, I collapsed from appendicitis and was forced to abandon the exam and be hospitalized.

Yet somehow, my results still showed top scores in every subject, sparking everyone’s suspicion.

But who exactly had swapped my scores?

I truly hadn’t done anything.

I clenched my fists, whispering to myself, “This time, I must be careful. I won’t let the tragedy repeat.”

I took a taxi to the hospital and underwent an abdominal examination.

The doctor told me my appendix had already started to deteriorate and advised immediate treatment or it would flare up within days.

Without any hesitation, I gave up on the college entrance exam and had my appendix removed.

After coming out of surgery, I started a live-stream channel, broadcasting around the clock. I let the entire internet see that I stayed in the hospital every second and never once left the room.

I had made up my mind that until the exam results came out, I would not step outside the camera’s view.

During this time, Zion called me over and over, but I didn’t pick up.

I truly didn’t know how to face him.

In my past life, after his scores were switched and he reported everything to the police in anger, I hadn’t blamed him.

I had only felt deeply confused.

Who exactly had swapped our scores?

Why had it been me and him, of all people?

Did someone hold a grudge against us and want to destroy both of us in one blow?

I lay there thinking for a long time but couldn’t find an answer.

During this period, a few netizens stumbled onto my livestream by chance. When they saw that I neither sang nor danced but simply lay in a hospital bed, they cursed that it was boring and quickly left.

I didn’t mind at all. I just waited quietly and patiently.

Soon, the day of the results arrived.

I clasped my hands together, praying that nothing would go wrong this time.

Just then, a trending topic lit up my phone screen. [Top student suspected of having scores swapped; police already involved.]

My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively clicked open the news.

Sure enough, Zion’s scores had been tampered with again.

I stared at the text in utter shock.

This time, his results were even more outrageous than in my previous life. It was actually zero points.

In the news report, Zion was furious beyond words, and even the teachers at school couldn’t accept it.

The principal personally drove Zion to the police station to file the report and declared that the school would use every resource to help him uncover the truth.

While I was reading, I noticed something in the corner of my eye: the number of people in my livestream room was rising rapidly.

These past few days, the viewers had always stayed in single digits, but now it had already reached thousands.

Within minutes, the count surged into the tens of thousands and was still climbing.

I watched in astonishment, then saw the comment section fill with vicious curses.

They weren’t just insulting me. They were cursing my entire family, telling me to die right then and there.

I sat there stunned, staring into the camera and stammering, “Wh-What’s going on?”

The comment section exploded with unified replies, [Stop pretending to be innocent! Die, you score-stealing scum!]

Suddenly, my heart clenched tight.

In this life, I had given up the college entrance exam, and Zion had still ended up with zero points.

Could it be that someone had swapped our scores again?

My heart pounded so hard it hurt, and my hands trembled as I moved to check my own results.

The website had already crashed.

I took several shaky breaths and kept refreshing, but I still crashed. I pressed reload again and again…

Then, the hospital room door flew open.

I jumped in fright.

A moment later, a group of police officers rushed inside.

One of them seized me, twisting my arms behind my back as the cold metal handcuffs snapped shut.

I cried out, “What are you doing? Why are you arresting me?”

The officer looked at me coldly, his voice stern.

“Heidi, you are suspected of tampering with college entrance exam scores. This is a criminal offense. Please cooperate with our investigation.”

My mind went completely blank, buzzing.

At that exact moment, the website finally refreshed.

I looked at the score report, and every subject was marked with a high score, the total exceeding 700.

In that instant, it felt as though some unseen force had drained all the strength from my body.

Meanwhile, the livestream comments kept pouring in, each one sharper than the last.

[Bad people really have nerves of steel; she stole someone’s scores and still dares to livestream. Afraid we wouldn’t find her to curse her out?]

[Apparently, she was Zion’s girlfriend. It just goes to show that you can guard against outsiders, but not the ones closest to you.]

[Probably wants to use their relationship to make Zion drop the charges? What a joke! This is the college entrance exam. It decides your entire future!]

[Why do I feel so satisfied watching her get arrested?]

I was shoved into a police car and driven straight from the hospital to the police station.

Inside, Zion was already waiting.

He looked at me, disbelief etched across his face.

“Heidi, I really didn’t expect it would be you.”

“I loved you so much. Why would you do this to me?”

“Is it because my family isn’t good enough that I don’t deserve you?”

“If you didn’t like me, you could have just broken up with me. Why destroy my life?”

I shook my head hard.

“It wasn’t me! I was in the hospital the whole time, you know that. I had an appendectomy.”

Zion froze for a moment, then turned quickly to the police.

“That’s true. Maybe this is all a misunderstanding? My girlfriend really did have surgery.”

But the officers only shook their heads.

One of them looked at Zion and spoke in a steady, cold voice.

“We have reason to believe she deliberately used the appendectomy as a cover.”

“We’ve already consulted medical experts. Even after an appendectomy, a patient can still get out of bed and move around. There may be discomfort, but it’s more than enough to commit a crime.”

By this time, I had already calmed down.

I looked straight at the police and said evenly, “You’re accusing me, then show me the evidence.”

The officers immediately pulled up the proof.

It was surveillance footage.

In the video, I was clutching my stomach, moving suspiciously into the secure room where the exam papers were kept. I was clearly seen pulling out two test papers and carefully using a small knife to scrape off the barcodes and swap them.

I stared, dumbfounded.

Then they brought out two sealed exam papers, each locked in a plastic bag, undeniable evidence.

One was completely blank, bearing Zion’s barcode.

The other was fully completed, with my barcode stuck neatly on it. Judging by the handwriting, it was clearly Zion’s exam.

One officer continued, voice flat.

“The two guards responsible for watching the exam papers have already been arrested.”

“Each of their accounts received a transfer of one million dollars.”

“They confessed that during the exam period, someone contacted them, promising one million each if they spent half an hour in the restroom while on duty.”

“We traced the account that made the transfers. It belongs to you.”

I stared at the bank records in disbelief, my mind completely blank.

Zion looked at me with deep disappointment and asked quietly, “Was it really you?”

I drew in a sharp breath and raised my voice. “I don’t know what’s going on with this so-called evidence, but I can prove it wasn’t me. I have an alibi!”

I held up my phone, my tone firm. “These past few days, I’ve been live streaming from my hospital bed, twenty-four hours a day, without a single break.”

“The entire internet watched me. Anyone can testify that I never left that room.”

But the police officer gave me a knowing smile.

Clearly experienced, he went straight to the point.

“You’ve never had a habit of livestreaming.”

“Why did you suddenly decide to stream nonstop these few days? Don’t you think that seems a little too deliberate?”

I was left speechless.

The officer said, “And you should know, the content of a livestream isn’t necessarily real.”

“There are plenty of streamers who loop old footage to pretend it’s live and trick viewers into sending money.”

“This kind of fraud has happened before.”

“We have every reason to believe your so-called livestream was pre-recorded, and you were the one who went to commit the crime.”

“Little girl, you’re clever; you even knew how to create an alibi.”

“But fake is still fake. With professional criminal investigation techniques, you won’t get away with it.”

“I advise you to confess. If you do, your sentence might be lighter.”

I stammered. “My livestream was real. You can examine it.”

The officer’s gaze was stern. “We will examine it. But in the meantime, you will be held in custody.”

Zion looked at the police with worry in his eyes. “She just had an appendectomy. If you lock her up now, she won’t be able to handle it.”

“Don’t worry,” the officer replied flatly. “We have doctors here. Her condition won’t be neglected.”

Under Zion’s anxious gaze, I was locked away.

My body had mostly recovered, but the crushing psychological pressure made it impossible to eat or sleep.

Even though I was cut off from the world, I knew the entire internet was cursing me and cursing my parents, too.

I was terrified the tragedy of my past life would happen all over again.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my parents struggling in the river, calling for help that no one gave.

I cried until my eyes were too swollen to open.

On the third day, my mom and dad finally bailed me out.

The moment I saw them, I threw myself into their arms, choking on my sobs.

“I didn’t do it,” I cried.