Chapter 1 One week before the SATs, every student in my class bound themselves to a cheating system. Genius possession, grade stealing, score doubling... Everyone was convinced they would get into Harvard or Yale, so they started slacking off and partying recklessly. But they didn't know that I held the "Fairness Judge System." All cheating systems would become invalid on the day of the exam. I am their homeroom teacher, Mr. Walker. One week before the SATs, my students suddenly seemed to have an epiphany. The underachievers turned into straight-A students overnight. Only the class monitor, Sarah Reed, slipped from first place in the grade to the very bottom. Unable to bear the blow, she wanted to end her life. When I rushed to the rooftop, the principal was trying to persuade her: "Sarah, you've been number one for three consecutive years. You're definitely Ivy League material. This mock exam was just an accident..." But the gap between the top and the bottom isn't luck; it's a solid three years of capability. Calling such a precipitous drop an "accident" was too light. Sarah's eyes were empty, clutching a transcript with a score of 400 like a death warrant. Her family situation was terrible; they were like leeches. The SATs were her only chance to change her fate. Unless she gave up on herself, I couldn't think of any reason for her to fall from the top of the pyramid to the bottom of the valley. I slowly moved half a step forward: "Sarah, did your parents hit you again? Or are they forcing you to drop out and work?" "Remember what I said? We have to save ourselves a thousand times over. The exam is right in front of us. Let's fight to the end and not give up, okay?" Sarah's shoulders trembled. She looked back at me, her voice shaking: "Mr. Walker, I remember! I didn't give up! I knew every question when I was doing them, but after I handed it in, all the answers changed..." My heart skipped a beat. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to think. In this mock exam, the average score in our class was 1580, everyone capable of getting into Harvard. I suddenly realized that this unreasonable leap forward wasn't just cheating; it could only be a system at work! Someone chose to take a shortcut and steal someone else's grades. And Sarah was the victim! My face was solemn. I repeatedly assured Sarah that there was a way to retrieve her grades before I managed to talk her down. Then I rushed to check the surveillance footage and dragged the most suspicious student, Jason Miller, to the office: "You were sleeping the whole time during the exam. How did you get a 1590?" "Tell me, did you cheat?" Jason looked at the footage of himself sleeping soundly. At first, he refused to admit it. But after a few more questions, he exploded: "Yes! The whole class cheated!" "Except for Sarah, we all downloaded the 'SAT Cheat System' app. As long as we exchange things from the real world, we can easily get into the Ivy League." I asked Jason: "What did you exchange for the skill?" Jason said nonchalantly: "My Golden Retriever, which I raised for eight years, was crushed into meat paste by a car right in front of me!" "How could you?" "It's just a dog. It's dead anyway. But with the Paper Swapping System, I can get into Harvard for sure!" "Mr. Walker, I'm one of the good ones!" "Emily traded her beauty for double scores. Chris used his sister's unhappy marriage for the 'God of Exams' possession. Someone even sacrificed ten years of their parents' lives..." He spoke righteously, as if the price paid was not worth mentioning. True, with his failing grades, getting into a community college would be luck. Suddenly able to change his life, he probably thought he was the chosen one, overjoyed. Little did he know, fate's gifts had long been secretly priced. I looked at him with a subtle expression: "What about Sarah? Why exclude her?" Jason laughed gloatingly: "There are 40 people in the class, but only 39 systems. Sarah's grades are so good she doesn't need one. Besides, someone bound the Score Stealing System and specifically exchanged for Sarah's score." How ironic! They say the SAT is a fair scale, weighing the true weight of every ounce of effort. But the appearance of the system made effort a sin and scores a prey. For Sarah, I will not allow anyone to disrupt the exam with a system! Chapter 2 After comforting Sarah, I held a class meeting. Just as I wrote the words "No Shortcuts to Success" on the blackboard, a bottle of Gatorade flew over and hit me on the head. "So annoying!" Chris kicked his desk over: "Always preaching this crap. I used my sister's unhappy marriage for the God of Exams system. She's marrying an abusive guy next month." "If you won't let me take a shortcut, you go marry him for my sister." Someone started it, and they stopped pretending. The classroom exploded instantly. Someone said: "I mortgaged my dad's factory for a perfect Math score! That broken factory is going to close down sooner or later anyway. I don't know why he's holding on." Another said: "My mom's breast cancer gives her at most a month to live. What a pity, a month of life can only be exchanged for the essay topic." My scalp tingled as I listened. I quickly called a halt: "Don't be stupid! The system isn't a shortcut; it's a trap! It's not too late to stop now!" In the silence, Jason suddenly stood up. "Mr. Walker, you're saying all this because of Sarah, right?" "Because her score was stolen and she has no chance at college, you can't stand to see us underachievers turn our lives around." He grabbed a dirty broom and threw it at me: "Get out! Don't delay us from getting into Harvard!" "Get out now! We don't need you to manage us!" "We have the system now. We can get into Harvard easily. Do we need you to teach us?" Dodging in embarrassment, my heart turned completely cold. "Fine!" Good words can't persuade a damned ghost: "Since you are all so amazing, classes are suspended for the seven days before the exam. Self-study." The whole class cheered. Only Sarah followed me to prepare for the exam, never relaxing for a moment. In two consecutive mock exams, she was still last. I wiped away her tears: "You have to trust me. The exam will definitely be fair!" Under my indulgence, the whole class slacked off crazily. Until the day before the SATs, Jason suddenly came to me with a mournful face: "Mr. Walker! The system... the system is ignoring us!" "How could that be?" I put on a surprised expression: "You are all the chosen ones." "It's true!" His voice trembled: "My X-ray Vision System hasn't responded for two hours. I asked the others, and their systems failed too!" I slammed the table: "The system must be charging up! Tomorrow is the exam; it's going to give you guys a big boost!" Jason's eyes lit up: "Really?" "Of course!" I swore solemnly, spouting nonsense: "If it doesn't give you Harvard or Yale, it would be unfair to the high price you paid." Jason's face finally looked better: "I knew it. My dog couldn't have died in vain." He rushed back to the classroom to tell the others: "Everyone must believe in the system. Our class will sweep the state top scores this year!" People are stupid, but voices are loud. Cheers resounded in the corridor, and people ran and shouted in the hallway. The entire senior year was fighting for their future. With their ruckus, students in other classes were inevitably affected. I quickly comforted them: "The system descended on our class, doesn't that prove you are all chosen talents? I'm counting on you for this year's Teacher of the Year award." "How about this? I'll give you a holiday to go home and let the system rest well." Everyone left, only Sarah looked dejected. She held the zero-score test paper that had been swapped, asking me uneasily: "Mr. Walker, what if my score is swapped again during the real exam?" I looked into her eyes and promised repeatedly: "It won't happen. I promise you." Chapter 3 On the day of the SATs, I was responsible for monitoring the surveillance of the exam hall. When I zoomed in, the students in my class with systems behaved differently. Either they lay down to sleep directly, handing in a blank paper. Or they discovered something was wrong with the system and scratched their heads in anxiety. Only Sarah was writing furiously. I zoomed in and checked; her accuracy rate was almost 100%. After the first section, Jason found me at the entrance of the exam hall. He looked panicked and pale: "Mr. Walker, my Paper Swapping System is dead. No matter how I summon it, it doesn't appear!" "I already promised my dad I would definitely get into Harvard. He's already bragged about it! If I don't get in, he'll beat me to death!" Other classmates also gathered around, talking all at once: "My Correct Answer Prompt System didn't ring at all. I guessed all the multiple-choice questions!" "I was smart to grab the Life Exchange System..." I smiled and comforted them: "Don't worry, everyone. The system will definitely explode when the scores are tallied!" After sending everyone away, I waved to Sarah in the corner. "You performed well today. Keep it up. You will definitely get into your dream school." Finally, no one came to complain to me about the last few sections. Under my perfunctory compliments, they all believed they could get into the Ivy League. They even fought over who would be the state top scorer. The whole class was floating on air. Only Sarah came to me to estimate her score after the exam. She cried with red eyes: "If the system swaps my score again, my parents won't let me repeat a year. They say the family is poor and want me to marry to get a dowry for my brother's tuition." Jason laughed exaggeratedly: "What score are you estimating? You should be estimating your bride price!" Chris was even more excessive, snatching Sarah's score estimation sheet and tearing it to shreds. "Don't dream about Harvard, you bumpkin. Hurry up and get married, have a few losing propositions like you, and then continue to sell daughters for dowries." Their malice made Sarah lower her head. My heart ached. I quickly hugged her tight. "Don't listen to their nonsense. You have to trust me. The exam must be fair." "Apply for Harvard with peace of mind. I will help you solve everything!" On the day the SAT scores were released, the students bound to the system brought their parents and reporters. They bragged to the camera: "I look down on state universities. Ivy League is barely acceptable!" "This year's state top scorer is among us. The admissions offices of Harvard and Yale will come to snatch us soon!" Bragging wasn't enough; they had to be sarcastic to me: "A rookie meeting a phoenix, what dumb luck! Bringing out a group of top students like us, you'll win the Master Teacher title lying down!" People present just thought they were crazy. Students from the next class burst into laughter: "Heard your class lost their minds long ago. Reading too many novels damaged your brains? Uninstall the trash games on your phones before you speak." Then Chris took the lead, and Jason followed. Betting that if they didn't get into Harvard, they would eat shit while doing a handstand. Their confidence crushed Sarah. She shrank behind me with a worried face, sobbing uncontrollably: "Mr. Walker, I'm scared. If I get a zero again, I'll really die." "Nothing to be afraid of. With me here, the exam is absolutely fair and just!" "And I will definitely catch the person who stole your score!" As the time for score release approached, the students in our class dreamed bigger and bigger. "If Harvard and Yale come to snatch us later, who will you choose?" "Needless to say, whoever licks my boots better, I'll choose them." "I heard Yale has good pizza. If I say I want to eat it, will the president make it for me immediately?" "Your appetite is too small. What's pizza? I want Harvard to give me a house, right next to Boston Common." "Haha, then I want one in Manhattan..." Everyone was dumbfounded listening to them, looking at me with unbearable eyes. Clearly, they were the crazy ones, but I was the one losing face. Soon, the big screen flashed, releasing the scores. The students in our class were collectively dumbfounded and shut up abruptly. "How could this be?! I have the Perfect Score System! Where did the zero come from!" "I have the X-ray Vision System. I clearly copied the correct answers. How could it be... zero!" "I got zero too! I clearly swapped Sarah's score..." Jason suddenly turned his head, staring at Sarah: "Did you do it on purpose?! Purposefully got a zero to ruin my life!" Amidst the uproar, Sarah's score shone on the screen. 1600 points. A perfect score. The state top scorer for sure. Jason's eyes widened in disbelief. After a shrill scream, he squatted on the ground and tore his hair frantically. Amid the wailing of the whole class, I sneered silently. Did you really think you could get into Harvard by binding a cheating system? Sorry, I have the "Fairness Judge System," specializing in punishing all kinds of cheating. What awaits you next is not an admission letter from Harvard, but the judgment of justice. Chapter 4 My class producing a 1600-point state top scorer and 39 zeros exploded on social media. Parents blocked me in the office demanding an explanation. "Taught by the same teacher, why did Sarah get 1600 and my son get zero? If you don't explain clearly, I'll report you to the Board of Education!" "There must be something fishy. My daughter usually scores over 1300 in mocks. How could she suddenly get a zero?" "If you don't give a reasonable explanation, I'll call the police to arrest you!" And those students who clamored for me not to manage them all dodged their eyes, daring not look at me. Now they didn't mention the system. I sneered and was about to speak when Jason rushed out. "Dad, Mr. Walker never cared about us. He only tutored Sarah. My zero is all his fault!" "Yes, Mr. Walker is biased. I didn't even dare to ask him questions." "He didn't grade homework and called us stupid. It's all his fault!" They raked backwards. Their exquisite acting made me tremble with anger. Reporters at the door pointed their cameras at me: "Mr. Walker, students reported that you treated them differently for a long time, causing psychological imbalance and leading to them all getting zeros." "How do you respond to the accusation that you are unfit to be a teacher?" I sneered. Just as I was about to refute, Jason's dad grabbed my collar. "What's there to explain? This scum must have taken money from Sarah's family and spent all his time tutoring her, ignoring my son!" Sarah trembled and testified for me: "It's not like that. They are lying. It was clearly them saying they had systems..." "Shut up! Is it your turn to speak?!" Jason picked up a water cup and threw it. I quickly broke free and shielded Sarah behind me. The cup hit my back. With a "bang," the whole room went dead silent. I slowly looked up, my eyes cold: "Have you acted enough of this blame-shifting drama?" When fairness is profaned, someone always has to be the guardian of the scale. I took out my phone and clicked on a video. In the video, they were making bold statements: "It's just a dog. It's dead anyway. With the X-ray vision skill, I can definitely get into Harvard!" "I used my sister's unhappy marriage to exchange for a difficulty reduction system. She has to marry an abuser next month, hahaha!" "I mortgaged my dad's factory for a Math score of 800!" "Pity my mom's breast cancer gives her at most a month to live..." The video continued to play. Every word of them insulting me and telling me to get out relying on the system was clearly audible. The parents' faces turned from angry to iron blue. A parent asked: "This... what is this?!" I said coldly: "It's evidence that your children tried to trade life span for scores, relatives for answers, and use systems to cheat!" The parents turned their heads sharply, staring at their children. Several parents started hitting their kids on the spot. The office was instantly in chaos. Jason was slapped to the ground by his dad. Chris was pinned to the ground and beaten wildly. All the zero-score students were being beaten by their parents. Reporters took photos frantically. Public opinion reversed instantly. Jason suddenly pointed at me hysterically: "It's you! You made us believe in the system!" Everyone paused, looking at me in unison. "You said the holiday before the exam, right? Mr. Walker, you still can't escape responsibility!" "If it weren't for you, how could these children believe in such absurd things like systems?" "Their minds are immature. As the homeroom teacher, you must take full responsibility." I laughed in anger, raising an eyebrow: "Evidence? None, right?" "But I have evidence of your children cheating."
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