My Desk Mate Used a Grade-Stealing System on Me

chapter 1

The night before the final mock exam, I came down with a high fever due to days of exhaustion.

I was lying on the desk, dizzy and shivering, when a box of cold medicine suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Sarah, hurry and take the cold medicine."

I froze for a moment and looked up, meeting Natalie's eyes.

In my previous life, she used this box of cold medicine to take away my high score.

I instinctively wanted to push it away, but my classmates gathered around.

"Natalie is so kind and beautiful, even bringing cold medicine for classmates."

"Yeah, Sarah, being a poor student, can't afford to go to the hospital, and no one takes care of her when she's sick. Luckily, she's Natalie's classmate, so someone cares."

Hearing these words, Natalie's smile grew even brighter as she tore open the cold medicine packaging and handed it to me.

She said, "Hurry up and take it! This is a special medicine my dad brought back from abroad, not available in the U.S."

I remembered that in my previous life, it was right before the third mock exam when I took the cold medicine she gave me, and it changed my life forever.

I come from a poor background and rely on scholarships to study at this high school.

The SAT exam is a shortcut for people like me to change our fate.

Before senior year, my grades consistently ranked in the top three of the class, and I had a good chance of getting into Harvard University.

I studied day and night, not daring to slack off, hoping for an admission letter that could change my fate.

But starting from the third mock exam, my grades plummeted.

The official SAT exam became my eternal nightmare.

On the day I checked my score, the glaring "1000" on the screen pierced my heart.

I frantically applied for a score review.

The results showed that those ridiculous mistakes were indeed written by me.

Even more terrifying, the exam room footage clearly showed that I left early after only half an hour during one subject.

But I clearly remember carefully answering every question and checking until the very last second!

But the invigilator and classmates around me all said they saw me submit the paper early.

My memory and reality had a terrifying disconnect.

I was unwilling to accept it and repeatedly appealed, demanding an investigation.

But time and again, the results remained unchanged.

Gradually, the teacher's eyes showed pity, and the police's tone carried helplessness.

They started hinting that maybe I was under too much pressure and having mental issues.

It wasn't until after I died that I realized it was all caused by Natalie's grade-stealing system.

Thinking about my grades, I coldly pushed the cold medicine away.

I said, "I've already taken medicine, taking more might cause a conflict in effects."

Hearing this, Sophia burst into laughter.

She mocked, "You can't be this nervous, right? Natalie saw you had a cold and no one to care for you, so she kindly brought you medicine. Do you really think taking this medicine will stop you from getting into Harvard University?"

The classmates around also burst into laughter.

"Attention! Taking cold medicine will delay your studies!"

"She can't even afford to go to the hospital, where would she get money for medicine? I think she's just jealous of Natalie!"

Natalie didnt stop those classmates mocking me. She kept smiling, pretending to be generous, and stuffed the cold medicine into my hand.

She said softly, "Alright, Sarah, tomorrow is the mock exam. Take the medicine and get some rest."

Looking at the cold medicine in my hand, a wave of disgust surged in my heart.

It's not time for the SAT exam yet; I can't act recklessly.

After all, she's in the open while I'm in the shadows. If I expose her, who knows what tricks she might have waiting for me?

I clenched my fists tightly, suppressing the urge to throw the medicine straight to the ground.

At that moment, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of red swaying downstairs from the corner of my eye.

I turned my head and looked closely.

It was a banner the school put up to motivate SAT candidates.

A bold idea suddenly popped into my mind.

I thought, "If all the candidates ate what Natalie gave, would their scores be taken too?"