On the day of the SATs, I suddenly ran away from home and went downtown to watch a concert. My parents were frantic, making a scene at school, begging the principal to find me. My homeroom teacher pulled out handfuls of hair because I was the only kid in the whole school with a shot at getting into an Ivy League. And the day before I skipped the exam, I had been studying seriously until late at night. My mom fainted from anger, and my dad called, furious and disappointed, "Maliciously skipping the exam means a three-year ban. Are you trying to ruin your life?" At the concert venue, I shouted back over the music. "Dad, if I don't run, I'll die!" ...... When the bell for the SAT exam rang, I had just squeezed into the concert venue with the crowd. My mom called, "Honey, the teacher said you didn't go to the exam. What's going on!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, "It's too late, Mom, the concert is starting. I'll call you back after it's over!" There was an uproar around me. "What? This kid is taking the SATs today?" "Shouldn't SAT candidates be in the exam hall?" "She skipped the exam to come to a concert!" "She missed the SATs for a concert!" The audience passed it on one by one, and soon the whole venue knew there was an SAT candidate who skipped the exam to come to the concert. The latest iPhones were raised one by one, pointing at me. I showed my white teeth, wearing a tacky, old school uniform, and flashed a peace sign at the camera. "She's crazy!" "Does anyone recognize this uniform? Call their principal quickly!" Soon, my old Nokia phone kept ringing. My parents, my homeroom teacher, the principal, and my deskmate. On the screen, my mom was crying and shouting, "Honey was studying until midnight yesterday, how can she just not take the exam!" My dad looked much older, gesturing wildly, "Our Honey has always been obedient and filial. She wouldn't do such a thing! Someone must have incited her!" I looked at my parents with heartache, "Mom, Dad, the concert is starting, don't worry! Wait until I finish watching the concert!" My homeroom teacher, Mr. Thompson, scratched his head anxiously, "Chloe Evans, you are the only one in our class with hope for Harvard or Yale. How can you just not take the exam!" I replied loudly, "Mr. Thompson, wait until I finish watching the concert!" The principal took the phone, "Student Chloe Evans, as long as you can come back for the exam, name your conditions. Whether you want money, concert tickets, or autographs, I'll find a way to get them for you!" I replied loudly, "Principal, wait until I finish watching the concert!" When my deskmate, Emily, took the phone with red eyes, I frowned. "Emily, shouldn't you be taking the exam in the hall?" Emily choked, "Chloe, come back quickly, we are all worried about you! A three-year ban is a big deal. I don't want you to go astray!" I smiled and replied, "Emily, wait until I finish watching the concert!" People around pointed at me and discussed fiercely. "So unfilial! Her parents are crying like this, and she still has the nerve to spend their money on a concert!" "Is it possible this child was driven crazy by her parents' pressure and deliberately rebelled by not taking the SATs?" "Or maybe she's an anti-fan of our Tom. She's obviously here to smear Tom's name on purpose!" I shook my head. None of that was true, but I couldn't say anything until the concert was over. The heat continued to ferment. The star holding the concert, Tom Sheng, walked onto the stage with a pale face, anxiously looking for me in the audience. I was wearing old clothes, face dirty, holding no support items, just bobbing my head and dancing to the rhythm. The star was terrified and quickly shouted across the air, "Little sister, is it your SATs today? Can you go back and take the exam?" After all, if news got out that he condoned fans skipping exams to watch his concert, his career would be over. He looked like he was about to cry and almost knelt down to me, "Little sister, we don't welcome SAT candidates here! I don't care where you got the ticket, we will refund you in full and charter a car to send you back for the exam!" Dozens of big screens were full of close-ups of me. I jumped up and down excitedly, raising my hand to signal him, "Sing! Whatever it is, wait until the concert is over!" Chapter 2 The star was angry and ordered several security guards to come and kick me out. "Who sent you? Why do you want to harm me on purpose! Someone, kick her out! My concert does not welcome candidates with bad morals who skip exams!" I explained to the security guards, "Let me watch the concert first. Everything will end after I finish watching!" But they didn't listen. They grabbed my arms left and right and were about to throw me out. Seeing that I was about to be thrown out the door, I was anxious. If I couldn't watch the concert, all my efforts would be in vain! I suddenly pulled the hairpin off my head, "Who dares to touch me! I'll kill myself!" The surroundings became quiet. No one wanted to be responsible for a human life, especially an SAT candidate's life. The security guards held their hands up in front of their faces, "Okay, okay, we won't touch you. You go out yourself." I shook my head with my bag on my back and rushed desperately towards the stage, "I'm not leaving! If I don't watch the concert today, I'll die!" The star sighed, "It seems this little friend is my loyal fan. I didn't expect to bring so much strength to a child. She'll die if she doesn't listen to me sing!" "How about this, you go back and take the exam first. When you finish the SATs, I'll personally go to your house and sing for you, okay?" "Come, let me sign your school uniform first. Let my signature accompany you to the exam! What do you usually like to call me? Tom Sheng? Or Tommy?" I looked at him confusedly, "What's your name? I don't know you!" Tom Sheng was angry, "You are here to crash the party on purpose! You know my performance today is for charity, just to cheer for the SAT candidates. If you mess this up, my reputation will be ruined!" I shook my head, "No, you will understand when the truth comes out! But you can't drive me back now, I will die!" Tom Sheng ignored me and asked the security guards to watch me so I wouldn't cause trouble, because the concert officially began. The big screen began to scroll videos of some outstanding students' monologues. Tom Sheng stood seriously in front of the stage, "Let's use our strength to cheer for the candidate brothers and sisters! They are the flowers of the motherland, our hope for the future!" Amidst the cheers of the whole audience, I saw videos of several top students in our city, telling their visions to the camera. The next video was me. In the lens, my eyes were red and wiping tears. "I really feel sorry for my mom and dad. They work from dawn to dusk to earn money, but insist on letting me study. I must get into an Ivy League to repay them so they don't have to work so hard..." The audience hissed. "Isn't this the girl just now? She kept saying she wanted to repay her parents, then turned around and bought scalped tickets to see the concert, tsk tsk..." Tom Sheng also looked at me in surprise, "You are the top student in the city's mock exam? Obviously, you have a great hope of getting into Harvard or Yale. Why didn't you go to take the SATs?" I shook my head, staring closely at the time on my phone screen. "It's not time yet! I can't say! Otherwise, everything will be useless! I will die!" I stared at Tom Sheng, "This concert of yours is a charity concert. All local media in the state will forward it, right?" Tom Sheng nodded blankly. I continued to ask, "You have over 100 million followers on all platforms and are the most popular singer in the entertainment industry now. Can you guarantee that the live broadcast of this concert will be seen by many, many people?" Tom Sheng blushed, "I dare not guarantee number one in popularity, but my fans are very powerful. This concert will definitely be watched by many people, at least eight million." Hearing this number, I touched my chest. My heart, which had been beating fiercely, finally settled down a little. As long as I wait until the exam officially begins, everything will come to light. When the exam officially began, the bell rang inside the venue, and the whole audience thundered with applause. The cameramen pointed their lenses at the audience seats, randomly picking fans to offer blessings to the candidates. I was shaking all over with nervousness, suddenly pounced on a camera and hugged it tightly, my voice trembling, "I want to speak! Film me! All cameras film me!" Fans stood up and cursed me, throwing light sticks at me. I looked at the camera, word by word, "I want to report!" The whole venue fell silent. Tom Sheng frowned and invited me to the stage, "Student Chloe, you said you want to report, is it about the SATs?" I nodded solemnly, holding the microphone. "I want to report that in Exam Room 318 of Sunnydale High School, someone is—" Chapter 3 A harsh electric noise rang out, and my voice was drowned in the huge noise. At the entrance of the venue, Mr. Thompson slowly walked into the venue supporting my elderly parents. The principal held the wire he had unplugged, trying to wave at me from under the stage. "Chloe Evans, if you come back with us now, you can still catch the next subject! Don't ruin your life chasing stars!" Tom Sheng interrupted the principal with a righteous face, "This student Chloe wants to report. No matter what happens, reporting any improper behavior in the SATs is what every citizen should do. Please don't interrupt her!" But I stood on the stage holding the microphone, trembling all over. Mr. Thompson supported my parents. My parents leaned on Mr. Thompson's shoulder with trust, but Mr. Thompson stared at me fixedly. "Chloe Evans, weigh the impact of what you are going to say on yourself before speaking!" Mr. Thompson actually threatened me with my parents! I laughed angrily, "I don't believe you can do anything to my parents in full view of everyone!" Before I finished speaking, dozens of high school students in uniforms poured into the venue mightily. My deskmate Emily threw a schoolbag up, heartbroken, "Chloe, yesterday you told me your dream was to see Tommy's concert. I didn't expect you to be so confused as to skip the SATs to see it!" "Don't be silly! The whole class is worried about you! Come back with us quickly!" The whole class spoke mightily, "Student Chloe Evans, go back with us! We are willing to repeat the year with you!" I was stunned. "How come... none of you entered the exam hall? Impossible, impossible! You all abandoned the exam?" Emily's eyes were red, reaching out to me, "We voluntarily gave up the exam for you! You are the pride of our class. How can we take the exam with peace of mind without you?" I only felt creepy and collapsed on the ground. At the same time, Tom Sheng opened the schoolbag. Inside, the exercise book bore my name, but besides that, Tom Sheng found a whole bag of things related to him. Every album since his debut, every magazine cover, all endorsed items, all OST merchandise, even photos taken at the airport and hotel entrances. The audience exclaimed, "So she's not an anti-fan, she's a sasaeng fan (obsessive fan)!" "To fight for a chance to be on stage with her idol, she actually lied about reporting SAT cheating!" My microphone was muted. No matter how I explained, no one heard. Tom Sheng gritted his teeth, "I hate sasaeng fans like you the most. Now you even use the name of the SATs to trick me into supporting you to speak out! Get out! Get out of my concert!" Mr. Thompson pointed at the students behind him and knelt down helplessly to me, "Chloe, you have always been the most sensible student. Why did you drop the ball at the critical moment? Wake up quickly! Now it's not just you skipping the exam alone, it's our whole class risking for you!" "Repeating a year is a small matter, the teacher is willing to waste time with you, but maliciously skipping the exam, do you want to take your whole class to be banned from the exam for three years?" It was Mr. Thompson kneeling, but a deep sense of powerlessness rose in my heart. Looking at the people accusing me desperately under the stage, looking at the indifferent faces behind the cameras, I wanted to continue speaking, but the microphone couldn't transmit a sound. Security had already rushed onto the stage to pull me away. I closed my eyes. Could I still not escape the ending of death? Wait, there is still hope. I remember there was a photo in that schoolbag, of Tom Sheng meeting a female boss privately. Chapter 4 The moment the security rushed up, I turned and pounced on Tom Sheng. He didn't expect it and fell backward to the ground. The microphone was broken, emitting harsh electric noise, and was immediately muted. Tom Sheng tried to get up in embarrassment, and a ring fell out of his pocket. I grabbed the ring quickly, found the photo and threw it to him. "Tom Sheng, I have your secret. If you don't help me, I will expose the fact that you secretly married the female boss." Tom Sheng trembled with anger, "You really are my sasaeng fan! You threaten me! Say, how much money do you want to let me go?" My lips were pale, "I don't want money, I just want a live broadcast! A live broadcast with at least eight million viewers!" When the security grabbed my arm, Tom Sheng gritted his teeth, pulled me off the stage, and personally sent me to the nanny van. Fans were furious, "Tommy, what's wrong with you! Why help a sasaeng fan escape!" "For a sasaeng fan, do you ignore the fans in the entire stadium?" "Refund! Unfollow! Refund! Unfollow!" Tom Sheng punched the back of the front seat, smashing a hole in the seat. "Are you satisfied making such a scene?" I shook my head, "Not satisfied yet. Give me your phone. I want to start a live broadcast with your account!" "Otherwise, I'll open the door and shout that you are married and kept by a rich woman!" Tom Sheng cried and handed the phone to me, "What good does ruining me do to you? Why are you doing all this?" I sighed, "Anyway, that schoolbag is not mine, and I am not your sasaeng fan. You will understand everything when the dust settles." I looked at the constantly rising number of people in the live broadcast room, my eyes dark, "Sorry, I just want to live." Ten million people poured into the live broadcast room at once, but this was not enough. These were just ordinary fans. I initiated connections with official media accounts across the state. Not a single media outlet dared to accept my connection. Finally, the director of the State Education Bureau took the initiative to initiate a connection. "Student Chloe, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me. I promise to handle it impartially!" My tears flowed down. Finally, finally. I opened my mouth, "Uncle Director, I want to report Sunnydale High School for mutual protection among officials. The whole school is condoning..." Bang. The vehicle was hit violently, rushed straight out of the guardrail, and hit the bridge pillar. After a spin, the equipment in the car was disconnected, the live broadcast image was lost, and the phone was stuck in the gap under the seat. "Damn, it's sasaeng fans intercepting the car!" Tom Sheng jumped out of the car window in one stride, looked back at me, but still gritted his teeth and dragged me out of the car. A man and a woman in the car behind, wearing hats and black masks, walked straight towards me. I would recognize their faces even if they turned into ashes. It was the class monitor and my deskmate! Emily held my hand and cried bitterly, "Chloe, as your friend for many years, I really can't bear to see you go astray! Don't ignore your life just to chase stars! Do you know the consequences of holding a star hostage?" "No matter what, come back to town with us first. Everything is easy to talk about back in town. We will follow whatever you want!" I desperately broke free from Emily's hand, "I won't go back to town with you! I will die if I go back to town!" I looked at Tom Sheng beggingly, "I will die if I go back to town! Continue driving! Take me to the state capital!" While Tom Sheng hesitated, the class monitor, Jacob Miller, stepped forward with a cold face. His dark eyes wanted to see through me through my eyes, "Didn't you chase me for many years? As long as you go back with us to take the exam, I will agree to you." The surrounding atmosphere froze. Suddenly, the director's voice came from under the seat, "Little Student Chloe, are you still there? Speak boldly if you have something to report!" Tom Sheng seemed to have made up his mind, "The fairness of the SATs is more important. No matter what, I'll take you to the State Education Bureau first. Get in the car." I clenched my fists. "No need, you go." Tom Sheng widened his eyes in disbelief and cursed, "Chloe Evans, are you sick in the head? You want to kill me just to flirt with a man!" "Don't expect me to help you again! No matter what you say, I won't believe you anymore!" After that, Tom Sheng picked up the phone and left me without looking back. Emily laughed, "Chloe Evans, what's the use of making such a scene? Still completely controlled!" Jacob Miller's eyes were cold. His fingers touched my sweat-covered skin, making me shrink back subconsciously. "What, don't want to go back with me? Then I can't keep those things secret anymore."
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