The university issued an announcement stating that I still needed to cooperate with the investigation and was therefore on a leave of absence. All my university authorizations were revoked, and all my accounts were frozen, pending the completion of the investigation before my return.
On the day I left, I walked out of the dorm building with my luggage, only for a bucket of water to
pour down from above, soaking me to the bone.
Looking up, I saw rows of people peering out, the one holding the bucket smiling triumphantly.
The pent–up grievances of the past few days finally erupted. I dropped my luggage and ran upstairs, kicking their door open with a single, furious blow.
I found the person who had splashed me and grabbed her hair. “Who do you think you are, splashing
water on me?!”
She was pulled so hard she couldn’t straighten up, crying hysterically in pain, unable to resist.
Her roommates, seeing her at a disadvantage, rushed to help.
I freed one hand and slapped her across the face.
“You bitch!” they screamed through tears.
“It’s clearly your bad character, your academic dishonesty, and you seduced your mentor! And now you’re hitting people!”
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“Did you personally see me seduce my mentor?” I panted, raising my hand for another slap.
“What kind of person was Professor Davies? You drag his name into these scandalous stories just to satisfy your pathetic gossip–mongering?”
“Brainless!” *Slap!*
“Gossips!” *Another slap!*
“Easily manipulated!” *Another slap!*
“Fake people who can’t think for yourselves!” *Another slap!*
“Wasting our academic resources!” *Another slap!*
“Apologize to Professor Davies!” *Another slap!*
With each slap, I choked with tears.
When my emotions finally calmed, both their faces were red and swollen, a terrible sight.
A large crowd had gathered, watching my wild rampage, too afraid to intervene. They quickly called the police.
I was taken to the police station and detained for five days.
At 3 AM, a shadowy figure stealthily entered the university data center.
“What kind of pathetic server is this? So slow!” he cursed angrily.
“Perhaps you should try high–frequency mirroring?” I suggested.
The lights flickered on, revealing the hidden figures all around.
Dr. Silas Vance’s face was grim. He no longer looked at the transfer screen. “You were supposed to be detained, weren’t you? How are you here?”
“You all ganged up to set a trap for me? Despicable!”
“Professor, did we force you to be here?” I sneered, walking up to him. “Isn’t it true that you’re just fishing for fame, without any real talent, and wanted to harm an innocent student like me to steal my
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research data?”
“What did you say? How dare you slander me!” He snapped, his false composure crumbling.
“You’re old, useless, no academic achievements, just charmed your way into that professorship with the school board, didn’t you?” I watched him jump and fume, my words like daggers to his heart.
“And there’s nothing wrong with playing the game, it’s all about status and power, not integrity, right? But what’s truly disgusting is that you still want to have a good reputation, needing to dress up your facade with fake academic achievements, and you chose *my* project for that.”
“At the precinct, weren’t you, a distinguished professor, claiming you wouldn’t stoop to coveting a mere student’s project? Does your face hurt from being slapped so hard?”
“Oh, that’s right, you have no face left. You completely slept your way to the top, didn’t you? Just doing dirty, shameless deeds!”
“You’re lying!” He lunged at me wildly, as if wanting to tear my mouth apart.
“I wouldn’t even *look* at your project. If it weren’t for completing my assignment, I wouldn’t have… He seemed to realize what he had just said, abruptly clamping his mouth shut, his face darkening, eyes glaring at me with murderous intent.
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- 9.
