I saved a girl from being sexually assaulted on a train. But a week later, she turned around and accused me, saying I was the one who assaulted her. I was taken away by the police and lost my qualification to enter the Police Academy. They even took photos and posted them online. My father, a hero who sacrificed himself for his country, was also slandered. My mom already had depression. Unable to bear the humiliation, she committed suicide. In the end, due to insufficient evidence, I was released without charges. I found the girl and asked her why she falsely accused me. But she said, "He's a billionaire from New York. We were just playing an intimate game at the time. Even if he really wanted to assault me, I would've been willing! Who told you to jump out and ruin the fun!" After saying that, the man pulled her into his arms. "So what if you're a police cadet? You still ended up as a dog under my feet!" His men rushed forward, and I instantly lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn to the day I saved her. This time, I chose to turn a blind eye.
"Get off! Who are you!" "This is a train! If you keep this up, I'll call the conductor!" The bed shook, waking me from my daze. The bed frame above my head was shaking violently. In the window across from me, a chaotic scene was reflected. A man was pressing a girl beneath him. I pinched my thigh hard. It hurt! I'd actually been reborn! In my previous life, everything that happened on this train kept replaying in my mind. I was a police cadet on my way to report to the Police Academy. Faced with a criminal, driven by righteous passion, I suddenly climbed up to the upper bunk and kicked him down with one foot. The man I kicked to the ground wailed. He quickly realized his crime had been exposed and disappeared into the night. She was trembling, but still climbed up to thank me. A sense of honor surged within me. I told her to inform the conductor that catching the criminal was the best way to protect herself, and I told her the perpetrator's characteristics. After enrollment, I told my classmates about this incident. Everyone said I was a qualified police cadet, and my dorm even held an honor ceremony for me. But I never imagined that this act of justice would bring about the destruction of my family. A week later, I was in class when she suddenly burst through the door, screaming that I had assaulted her. She also said that after being rescued, I secretly followed her and threatened that if she told the conductor, I would post inappropriate photos of her online. She broke down crying, saying she was also forced into this situation, and that she finally had the courage to stand up now to prevent others from getting hurt. She pointed at my nose and cursed: "You beast! Once wasn't enough, you still wanted to threaten me into submission!" I stood there stunned like a wooden post and was taken away and detained on the spot. My roommates who had been proud of me were cursed at. My classmates at the Police Academy were so angry they posted this video online. Police cadet forces girl on train. I instantly became a repeat offender. Rumors spread that I had been taking upskirt photos of girls since childhood, and "witnesses" came forward to speak out. My dad was also exposed, with claims that he didn't actually sacrifice himself, but faked his death for compensation money. Things escalated too quickly. The Police Academy could only expel me as fast as possible to protect its reputation. Years of my hard work were wasted. I became a rat everyone wanted to beat. My mother believed I hadn't done such a thing, but she had no power or influence and no way to find evidence. She could only leave behind a suicide note and crashed to her death in front of my dad's grave. The suicide of a hero's family member, the insult to a hero—this matter finally received attention. A special investigation team was formed. The best legal team came to see me. They ultimately helped me successfully clear my name. But my mom wouldn't come back to life, and my future was gone. Even after they announced I was innocent, no one believed it. They thought my supposedly dead dad had pulled strings. I wore a mask to hide my face and delivered food at a hotel. I didn't expect that day to be this girl's wedding. In the photo, she was smiling radiantly on the arm of a man, and her groom was the person who had threatened her. Unwilling to accept this, I rushed into her dressing room to demand why she falsely accused me. But she looked at me innocently, as if she had never known me. Finally, after I kept reminding her, she remembered. She rolled her eyes and said impatiently: "He's Anderson, a billionaire from New York. It was just a momentary thrill." "He likes me. I won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future. Don't you think it's unethical to block my future?" After saying that, Anderson suddenly appeared and pulled her into his arms, sneering at me: "So what if you're a police cadet? You still ended up as a dog under my feet!" His men rushed forward, and I instantly lost consciousness. So my sense of justice was unethical in others' eyes? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the train.
I opened my eyes and ultimately chose to close them again, casually picking up my earplugs and putting them in my ears. I couldn't hear the increasingly loud cries for help at all. After all, she liked it, didn't she? The white light of dawn flashed by, with shadowy figures before my eyes. The conductor shook me awake. "Sir, sir, did you hear any sounds last night?" I took out the earplugs from my ears and asked: "What did you say?" Seeing this, the conductor shook her head helplessly and left. In my previous life, I told her to go find the conductor. She didn't go, and even said I threatened her not to go. In this life, I wouldn't bother helping her. I arrived safely at the Police Academy and couldn't wait to rush into the dorm. These people, besides my mom, were the ones who believed me most at that time. They collected evidence for me, helped me navigate various places, and after my release, helped me find work. "What's wrong? Is the tiger here?" We had a dorm group chat. Although we hadn't met at that time, my name was Tygo, and they gave me the nickname Tiger. In my previous life, I would've resisted, but now I felt my mouth going sour and couldn't say a word. "Alright, alright, we start Freshman Orientation Week tomorrow. Don't stand there in a daze, go organize your luggage!" The dorm supervisor was still the warm old lady who loved to nag. I safely got through the week. I thought in this life I would be fine until graduation and would never get involved with her again. But I was still too naive. Just like in my previous life, I was in class when she suddenly pushed the door open, stood in front of me, and broke down crying. "You beast! Once wasn't enough, you still wanted to force me into submission!" Me: ... I'm not attacking her, but look at yourself. Why would I assault you? I muttered to myself. We were just in upper and lower bunks with our clothes on. There were so many people on the train. Just because I was closest to you, you blamed me? I looked at her innocently: "Hello? Who are you? Have we met?" "You're lying! You assaulted me on the train. Do you think you can run away just because I don't recognize you? I won't let other girls suffer the same harm as me!" Her righteous appearance almost moved me to tears too. Students around us took out their phones and started filming. But I ignored her and continued writing my notes. Seeing this, she slapped me across the face and grabbed my collar to pull me up. I found it absurd and could no longer suppress my anger. With an elbow strike, I made her let go, then kicked her to the ground. She froze, lying on the ground without moving for a moment. I walked closer step by step and warned: "I've made it very clear. I've never even seen you. You came up and slapped me. This is just self-defense!" I deliberately held back my strength, enough to hurt her but not injure her enough to make false claims against me. Of course I recognized her, but that was from my previous life. In this life, I was just stating facts. Leavitt lay on the ground and started wailing, "He's hitting people! A police cadet is hitting people!" "Ruining my innocence and then hitting and kicking me. Are you trying to divert attention? Is this what a police cadet is?" "Is this the quality of police? If so, I request the organization investigate Tygo's police qualifications. We absolutely cannot let someone like this wield power." She grabbed my pant leg, roaring excitedly. I shook off her hand. "Do you have paranoid delusions? Do you accuse every man you see of wanting to assault you? Should I help you find a mental health specialist?"
I took out my phone. She immediately jumped up and knocked my phone out of my hand with a slap. "Tygo! Stop pretending! Even if I die, I'll make sure you're brought to justice!" She lunged at me with her hair disheveled. I dodged with a sidestep. "Brought to justice? What are you talking about? From beginning to end, I don't understand why you're targeting me. You should go to the hospital first!" This was hilarious. She was fighting with her life, saying I was pretending. No one was more fake than her! After learning the identity of the person who forced her, she immediately found a scapegoat. In that train car, there was only me and her. Without even thinking, I was successfully targeted by them. You got your wealth and glory, while my mom died in humiliation. My dad was a hero who saved people, contributing everything to his country without reservation, and ultimately died protecting civilians. But because of people like this, he was tarnished. I wouldn't sympathize with her at all. This kind of person doesn't know gratitude. She would destroy an innocent person's future for her own selfish desires! The news spread like wind. Soon, the Police Academy director arrived. She walked briskly and immediately restrained both me and Leavitt. "This is the Police Academy! What kind of behavior is fighting!" In my previous life, the director was also the first to arrive. I frantically tried to explain to her, but she immediately punished me. She said Leavitt was a weak woman who definitely wouldn't lie. It must have been that I did something bad that made her collapse. It was her favoritism toward Leavitt that made me even more thoroughly wronged. Her words were posted online together. Netizens all believed it. Even the Police Academy director said it was my fault, so it must be true. All my explanations became excuses. She even quickly expelled me and kicked me out of the Police Academy. By the time they found out, I had already disappeared without a trace. Recalling my previous life and all that this director had done, my chest filled with rage. The next second I heard her say: "Tygo, did you bully this girl? Look at you, she tracked you down all the way to the Police Academy!" "I told you men are unreliable. You pull up your pants and don't recognize people!" Leavitt stood behind the director, raising her eyebrows smugly. The director grabbed my ear. "You come with me! To my office!" Leavitt immediately chimed in: "Your director is the reasonable one! Let's go to the office now and clear this up!" If I went, I would never come back. The director would immediately kick me out. It was like they had planned it. Thinking carefully, in my previous life, our class advisor didn't come—the director came instead. Wasn't that strange? I had to suspect that this director was in cahoots with Anderson, who was behind Leavitt! My roommates immediately surrounded us. "Director, we're his roommates. We're also responsible for this matter. Let's go together!" The dorm supervisor was observant. He noticed my expression was off and made an excuse. I smiled bitterly in my heart. But he didn't know that Anderson could cover the sky with one hand. If they went too, the entire dorm would never return! Thinking of this, I had to confront the director. "I didn't do anything wrong. Director, you came up and blamed me without distinguishing right from wrong. What about my innocence? She has innocence but I don't?" "Or did you conspire together and are just waiting for me to fall into the trap? If I leave now, I'll never come back, right?" In front of everyone, my gaze swept across phone cameras one by one, making sure everything was recorded. The director guiltily let go of my ear but still argued unreasonably: "You won't go? Then just wait to be dealt with!" She left those harsh words and left with Leavitt. This matter was temporarily over. Just when I thought they had no evidence and could do nothing to me. The next night, police appeared. This time, not in public, but barging into the dorm, wanting to take me away directly. The director led the way. She stepped forward. "Leavitt, look, is it him!" Her nostrils pointed to the sky, like a righteous angel. I stared at these two people. They didn't look like police at all! They walked without any sense of righteousness and didn't even have any identification on them. Just wearing jackets and holding handcuffs, they wanted to arrest me. I poked the dorm supervisor, signaling him to call the police quickly!
Leavitt was crying and trembling as she pointed at me: "It's him! I went to find him yesterday, but he wouldn't admit it!" "At first, I wanted to go find the conductor, but he said he took nude photos of me. If I didn't obey, he would post the photos online!" The entire dorm building was lit up, and the people who gathered watched her cry pitifully. Police cadets were passionate by nature. Now everyone was so angry they wanted to kill me. Someone stood in the crowd and shouted at me: "Tygo, are you even a man? You won't even admit what you did!" Listen to that. You'd think he was at the scene. I pushed aside my roommate blocking me and stepped forward voluntarily. "Just because you say I did it, I did it? We're police cadets. We might become police in the future." I sneered and pointed at Leavitt: "Just because of her few words and a few tears, you can determine she's the victim?" "Then I wonder how many people will suffer injustice because of tears in the future and be killed by you!" With a few words, I shocked everyone into silence. Police cadets were passionate. After entering college, everyone had been exposed to criminal investigation. Once they calmed down a bit, they could sense something was wrong! I could already hear people whispering quietly: "Yeah, we need evidence to handle cases. We can't convict someone with just a few words." Hearing this, Leavitt panicked. The director roared: "Shut up!" She also had two police officers restrain me and pin me against the door for everyone to see. "Director! Are you sure you want to do this! I've already called the police!" I said coldly, sneering at them. Hearing that I had called the police, Leavitt stared at me in shock. "You called the police? Isn't that the thief crying 'catch the thief'? There are police here. When everyone arrives, let's see where you run!" The director's face darkened. She knew these two people were just paper tigers. All appearance, no substance. Leavitt clearly valued her own innocence. Even when she didn't recognize me, she ran to the Police Academy to find someone. But now she said "call the police" so casually, without any fear of her reputation being ruined. People who didn't know the situation thought she was brave. But I, who knew her, just felt disgusted. The director snatched my phone. "Unlock it! You're wasting police resources! You don't have the qualification to be a police cadet!" She was panicking! I wouldn't be stupid enough to unlock it. Even if I unlocked it, they wouldn't find any record of me calling the police. As the argument continued, the sound of a police car rang out. Funny to say, we actually had to call the police to handle things inside the Police Academy. Seeing the serious-faced people in police uniforms, I knew I had bet correctly. The person who came was my dad's comrade-in-arms. When I had the dorm supervisor call the police, I deliberately had him mention my name. My dad sacrificed himself to save people. When his teammates arrived, he was still staring with wide eyes, tightly holding the criminal. At that time, his heart had already stopped beating. In my previous life, it was because of my dad's status that the special investigation team came to investigate. In this life, I had to use this. I had to make them get involved from the start! "Who is Tygo?" My roommates all moved aside, exposing me. I was being pressed against the door, unable to move, my face flushed red from holding my breath. "What are you doing? Police brutality?" I recognized the person speaking. It was my dad's student, James.
Leavitt wasn't having it. She spread her arms to shield the two people. "You're assaulting a police officer! You must be actors that Tygo hired!" My hands were freed. I shrugged helplessly. "Yeah, yeah, the ones you called are heroes, the ones I called are actors." "Then let's all take a trip to the police station." I spotted the director quietly retreating into the crowd. I quickly shouted: "Director? Aren't you going?" Me, Leavitt, the director, along with my roommates and those two people the director called police, all got into the police car together. We were questioned separately. I explained the sequence of events and stated that I didn't even know her name before this. I slept on the lower bunk and hadn't even seen what she looked like. Could the conductor who questioned me at the time testify that I wore earplugs and slept all the way until getting off? Seeing me come out of the interrogation room unscathed, Leavitt immediately rushed over and grabbed my hair. "Did you bribe them!" She turned to the police and shouted: "Police, I came to the police station with a determination to die. Are you just going to let the criminal walk away like this?" "Just because he's a police cadet? You'll protect him unconditionally?" This last sentence made everyone in the police station unhappy. I pushed her hand away. "How long are you going to make a scene! Whoever committed a crime against you, someone must have seen it! Just file a proper report and provide information. Why do you keep grabbing onto me? Is someone behind the scenes directing you?" A female officer also tried to persuade her: "Ms. Leavitt, we will bring the person who harmed you to justice. Don't get agitated. Tygo is innocent. We've already verified it with the conductor." They were doing their duty explaining to her, but Leavitt directly covered her ears. She screamed: "I won't listen, I won't listen! The criminal is Tygo! You all won't listen to me! I'm telling the truth!" Her crazed appearance scared everyone. They immediately called 911. I frowned. "Are you mentally ill? Which hospital did you escape from?" The female officer was still comforting her, but it was useless. Until a police officer brought someone in, she softly collapsed into his arms. This person was Anderson. When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred. He was dressed like a proper gentleman, smiling carelessly as he embraced Leavitt. "What happened? Don't be afraid, baby. Didn't I come to help you get revenge?" The two stood together, looking about 20 years apart in age. But as long as a man had money, even if he was an 80-year-old man, Leavitt would like him. Anderson glanced at me coldly. I knew he had murder on his mind. "Officer Brown, my girlfriend has suffered a great grievance. Won't you give me an explanation?" He raised an eyebrow. The middle-aged man who came in with him stuck out his belly and smiled obsequiously. "I'll handle it right away." Then that fat Officer Brown said to his subordinates: "Why haven't you detained him yet? You actually dared to release the suspect identified by the victim! What's going on! Do you all not want to work anymore!" He raged at his subordinates and had people arrest me again. This obvious flattery made the police officers' faces turn iron blue. The two people who had been released rushed up. I struggled but was still handcuffed again. They really were police—new recruits who had only been on the job for two days. They were very smooth at flattering the chief. I hid the hatred in my eyes and said to Anderson: "Who are you? This is blatant bribery!" I knew he didn't care, but everyone present would be witnesses to my being wronged! Anderson raised his hand and patted my face. "Bribery?" He leaned close to my ear. "I, Anderson, don't need to. Who told you to just happen to be in that car? Consider it bad luck." Anderson's family had money. Leavitt wouldn't go to the police station to report him. He didn't need to make me a scapegoat. But his downfall was that he didn't just force her that day! There was also Camilla, the daughter of the Paul family from New York.
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