As for Andrew, I finally realized that I had been wrong about him all along.
6
Even after the announcement of the guaranteed graduate admissions, rumors about me falsifying my grades quietly spread around the campus.
Some curious people approached Andrew to ask about the truth of the matter, but Andrew remained silent—neither denying nor confirming anything.
Occasionally, he would look up and our eyes would meet, only for him to quickly look away.
The rumors grew louder, eventually escalating to claims that even my competition results were bought with connections and money.
Despite seeing my daily efforts with their own eyes, they still chose to believe these baseless accusations.
Every day after class, a crowd would gather outside our classroom, just to catch a glimpse of the "number one cheater."
No matter where I went on campus, there were always people giving me strange looks, whispering, "Look, that's the one who cheats to stay at the top."
My life was undeniably disrupted.
Unable to bear it any longer, I finally asked my parents to investigate the matter for me—not to clear my name, as these people only cared about the drama, and the truth would be ignored—but to send those spreading the rumors to jail, making an example out of them.
With my parents' intervention, the truth was quickly uncovered.
As I suspected, this was all Usan's doing. Although she had been careful, she still left traces.
With evidence in hand, I prepared to sue Usan, when suddenly, Andrew, who had been absent for so long, appeared in front of me.
"What are you here for?" I looked at him warily.
"Daisy, could you forgive Usan this once?"
