Who Stole Whose Score? - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 The Proof I wasn't fazed in the face of Lucian's hysterical accusations. Instead, I tapped on my chin and wondered aloud, "Why should I have told you? Do I owe you an explanation? Besides, even if I'd told you sooner, would you have believed me? Would Celine?" I turned to Celine, who had remained silent this whole time. Her face was pale, her eyes vacant. She looked as if her entire worldview had just collapsed. However, she still refused to back down as she tried to find a way to justify what she'd done. "Even...

Even if you are a shoo-in for Kingswell University, that doesn't prove you didn't tamper with Lucian's score!" Celine gritted her teeth, her voice trembling. "Maybe... Maybe you lowered Lucian's score on purpose just to humiliate him. You could've used your family's connections to do it! You've done things like this before. You've always been jealous of Lucian!" I almost laughed at her audacity. That was the female lead for them. She could still use her bizarre logic to find a way to wash her true love of his sins, even with the facts staring her in the face.

"You're a poster child for seeing is believing, huh? Well, suit yourself." I turned to the admissions officer. "Ma'am, as the person who took the exam, I have the right to request a copy of my scanned exam paper, right? I'd also like to see the exam paper of Lucian, whose score was supposedly changed. Perhaps we can even have our handwriting examined to prove that I had nothing to do with it." The Kingswell University admissions officer nodded.

" If this is to clear up a suspected case of academic misconduct, then as the head of admissions, I'm authorized to retrieve the scanned records of the exams in question for review." Someone in her position had far more authority than an ordinary person. A few minutes later, two scanned exam papers appeared on the tablet screen again. Mine was on the left, while Lucian's was on the right. "Everyone, take a look." I pointed to the exam paper on the left. It was an almost completely blank math answer sheet.

Aside from my neatly printed name and test registration number, the only part of the answer sheet that had anything on it was the multiple-choice section. I hadn't bothered filling in any answers. Instead, I'd drawn a huge, perfectly shaped heart. "This is how I got my 128." I shrugged, completely at ease. "I'd already secured my spot at Kingswell. The exam was so boring that I drew a heart on my answer sheet. Is there a law that says I can't?" I picked and chose which ones to answer for the remaining questions, earning exactly 128 points. Not a point more or less.