After the arts exam ended, I was cornered at the school gate by a small-time livestreaming influencer. She suddenly whipped her camera around viciously to point at me. "It's her! Someone with zero coordination who somehow got first place in the dance exam." "While I ended up in last place." "You all know how hard I work---I livestream my dance practice for you before dawn even breaks." "I wonder if she didn't sleep her way onto an examiner's bed to..." She wiped away her tears pitifully, instantly stirring up emotions among her so-called family. They all proceeded to cyberbully me en masse. Just as I was about to clarify. She said to the livestream with fake sincerity: "I just want everyone to give me justice, that's all..." "I'm definitely not doing this for attention. If this turns out to be fake news, I, Lily Matthews, will apologize live on stream!" I let out a cold laugh, suddenly no longer wanting to clarify. I do indeed have poor coordination, but I didn't even take the arts exam---my scores came entirely from my academic subjects, earned fair and square.
A few comments on the screen made her even more defensive. "You don't even have evidence. Aren't you just jealous of first place and maliciously slandering her?" "I've seen this kind of thing plenty of times---it's just spreading sexual rumors!" Lily's face flushed redder with anger as she pulled up a video of me dancing. "You want evidence? Go watch this! This is the evidence!" In the video, my entire body was stiff, my limbs uncoordinated, like someone with a disability. I looked at the video she'd pulled up on her phone and froze for a moment. I really did dance poorly in that video. If I had gotten first place, the arts exam might as well take my last name. But I didn't take the exam. This was just a video my twin sister recorded after she finished her exam, insisting I try dancing. I have a twin sister. We share the same name. I never expected it to be used as evidence. I found the online comments amusing and didn't defend myself. I even liked some comments critiquing my dancing. Seeing how unconcerned I was, Lily shoved her streaming equipment right in my face. "Family, look at her---she doesn't feel guilty at all, she can still smile." "If she doesn't have someone backing her up, what else could it be?" "We've been classmates for three years, and I never thought she'd stab me in the back like this..." I frowned impatiently and pushed her away. Her equipment clattered to the ground. "I don't know you. Keep this up and I'm calling the police!" She froze for a moment, her eyes full of contempt for me, then leaned close to my ear and said viciously: "Stop pretending, Sophia Smith. It won't work!" "What I can't stand most is rich people like you acting all high and mighty!" Seeing her like this, I understood. She had mistaken me for my twin sister. We're both named Sophia Smith, and our faces are identical. Aside from the mole under our eyes being on different sides, there's no difference between us. But I'm nothing like my sister---I'm not soft and easy to push around. I chuckled softly and leaned close to her ear: "What can you do about it? You're still in last place." Lily seemed shocked that I would say such a thing. She covered her face, picked up her streaming equipment, and burst into tears. "I just wanted to show all the arts exam students her true colors, so next time she takes an exam, don't bother showing up---you won't win..." "But she hit me... I really feel it's not worth it for those of us who practice dance non-stop every day." Watching her forcefully press handprints onto her own face and cry to the livestream viewers, I just found it noisy. Just as I was about to leave, she grabbed me tightly. "You can't leave. Today I'm going to expose your true face... and get justice for all arts exam students!" I looked at her coldly. "I'm giving you one more chance. I don't know you. Let go!" But she still gripped me tightly, her eyes full of provocation. I let out a cold laugh. "Don't regret this!" During our standoff, she stirred up her family's protective instincts. They ran straight to the school, pulled me away from her, and shielded Lily protectively. "You're the one, aren't you? Bullying Lily wasn't enough, now you want to threaten her too?" "A social parasite like you should just die, along with your parents. Stop harming other people." "Your parents are no good either, letting their child sleep with examiners. Disgusting. You should all go to hell!" Listening to the accusations around me, I clenched my fists. Lily looked at me smugly and made an unfriendly gesture. I laughed in anger and pulled out my phone to call the police. Lily's expression changed instantly when she heard. "Who knows if real police will come? You're probably trying to threaten me into silence!" Hearing this, her family rushed forward and knocked my phone away. They pushed me to the ground and pinned me down. But I had already called the police. The police arrived quickly, stopped this farce, and safely escorted me home. Those who had caused the disturbance were all given verbal warnings by the police. But the next day, her video accusing me by name of faking my scores went viral. She even took me to court, saying she wanted to seek justice for all arts exam students. I let out a cold laugh and retweeted the post. "See you in court in three days. I hope your last place ranking is well-deserved!"
Over the next three days, the online abuse and questioning didn't decrease at all. Some netizens even mocked me for being stupid. Why make such a big deal of something that could be resolved privately? Did I have a grudge against my own parents? I wasn't worried at all. I sent all the IDs spreading rumors and defaming me to my lawyer, preserving the evidence. At that moment, my parents called. "Sophia, should we tell your sister to come back and clarify things?" I refused. My sister had finally gotten into the world's top dance academy for intensive closed training. I didn't want her distracted at this time. My parents sighed, told me to stay safe, and hung up. Soon, the court day arrived. Outside was already packed with people, camera equipment pointed at my face like cannons. "Sophia Smith, did you really get those scores by using your body?" "Is it because your family can control everything that you're so calm?" "Sophia Smith, do you think money can fix everything?" I raised an eyebrow, ignored everyone, and walked straight in. Everyone inside had already arrived. The gallery was full, and streaming equipment was set up everywhere. When Lily saw me arrive, she instantly put on an aggrieved expression and pretended to wipe away tears. Immediately, voices appeared sympathizing with her, and the insults toward me increased. I sat down across from her, my expression unchanged. As soon as I sat down, tears poured from her eyes. "Your Honor, I didn't want to use public resources, but this matter really has corruption..." "Although I'm insignificant, I still want to get justice for myself and fairness for all arts exam students." She paused, then turned to the camera with red eyes. "And thank you all for giving me the courage to speak out!" After speaking, she handed evidence to the staff, and the screen displayed that video from online. "I've seen her dance. Her coordination is terrible. She can't even do basic exercises without her hands and feet fighting each other. This video is proof." When the video ended, the judge asked me seriously: "Sophia Smith, do you admit the person in the video is you?" I didn't hesitate: "I admit it. It's me." Instantly, mocking laughter filled the room. "Where was this attitude earlier? Now she's scared." "She's just stubborn. Boring. I thought there'd be a plot twist." My tone shifted. "But this video was just taken while I was fooling around, not during the arts exam. How can it prove my scores are fake?" Lily hadn't expected me to say this. She was stunned for a moment, then retorted: "Sophia Smith, even when we dance students are fooling around, you can tell we have foundation. You're worse than someone with zero foundation. Stop making excuses. Admitting your mistakes isn't shameful." I glanced at her coldly and said to the judge: "Your Honor, I don't accept this evidence. Please have the opposing party present other evidence." The judge indicated for her to proceed. The screen suddenly changed to show photos of me and a man entering a hotel at night. The blurry quality made it seem like the man and I were very close. The date in the bottom right corner was exactly the day before the arts exam. Lily looked at me and wiped away fake tears. "Sophia, I considered you a good friend and didn't want to turn hostile, but you've gone too far." "You entered a hotel with Professor Miller the night before, and then your score became first place. If you say this is a coincidence, I don't believe it!" The judge looked at me: "Do you admit this?" I nodded calmly. "I just stayed at a hotel near the exam venue in advance. I don't know this man, and besides, the quality is blurry---it doesn't prove we were intimate." She suddenly smiled and said: "I knew you wouldn't admit it, so I invited Professor Miller here." Professor Miller walked in at that moment. He saw me and froze, then pointed at me and said: "I think I've seen you before!"
I froze and asked back: "Are you sure it was me?" He looked at me for a long while, nodded, then shook his head. "That night I had some drinks with other teachers at a gathering. I think I ran into you outside the hotel. You seemed like you wanted to get close to me..." I rolled my eyes internally. At the time, I had just felt sympathetic, seeing him about to collapse and preparing to help him up. Gasps filled the room. "It's confirmed---she got those scores by using her body." "If Lily didn't have some followers, this matter would probably have been swept under the rug." "It's too hard for ordinary people to speak up." The judge spoke. "Sophia Smith, regarding Lily's claim that you obtained high scores through improper relationships, do you admit it?" I shook my head. "No." The gallery erupted in murmurs, all telling me to stop struggling. Lily symbolically shed two tears, her voice choking up. "Sophia, we've known each other for three years. I don't want to see you go to prison. As long as you apologize, I'll plead for you. Although you won't be able to go to college, you can do other things, or just live off your family---you're rich anyway. Please leave us ordinary people alone..." After listening to her finish, I slowly spoke. "But this doesn't prove I had relations with him and made him alter my scores. Besides, the hotel has records---I stayed alone." "Professor Miller, did I sleep with you that night and have you change my scores?" Hearing this, Professor Miller quickly waved his hands. "I would never have relations with a student. Although I drank that night and wasn't clear-headed, I was definitely alone!" "The arts exam is scored jointly by several teachers. It's impossible for one teacher's score change to matter!" But everyone present showed expressions of disbelief. They thought he was trying to cover it up. Finally, he was sent back to the witness seat. Seeing this, Lily covered her face and sobbed. "Since you're so obstinate, I can't care about our friendship anymore." "Emma Sweet, you tell them!" Emma Sweet walked up from the witness stand, looking at me with provocation in her eyes. I knew her. She was that friend who always resented my sister for being better than her despite coming from a poor family. She even took my sister's kindness as malice and ostracized her, causing my usually sunny sister to become gloomy for a while. Later, after my guidance, my sister came out of it and distanced herself from this toxic friend. She addressed the judge: "I'm her best friend. I personally saw her dance terribly in dance class. Her coordination was awful---she would always step on herself and fall flat on her face." "Even classmates asked me if she had just started learning, and told me to ask her why she was only starting so close to the arts exam---she'd never pass." I scoffed. My sister had danced very well in class with her before. Only after becoming mentally exhausted and not wanting to attend class with Emma, but also not wanting to waste the tuition, did she have me go instead. That's how this scene came about. The judge asked me: "Do you agree?" I nodded. "What she said is indeed me." "But I..."
Lily immediately interrupted me, her eyes showing unconcealed malice. "But what? Are you going to say she saw you dancing casually?" "Or that she's not your best friend? That we're all lying to everyone?" She addressed the camera indignantly. "I don't want to be so aggressive, but I just want fairness, to keep the arts exam the pure place it used to be." Watching her speak so righteously, with tears and snot covering her face, I couldn't help but laugh. Lily froze in place, so angry she pointed at me. But before she could say anything, Emma shrieked at me: "Do you think I'm lying? All the dance class students can testify---with your level, there's no way you could be first place!" "I don't know what you've been so arrogant about around me. You're just relying on your family's money and power, treating us like servants." "Now we're not indulging you anymore. Not used to it, are you?" The judge banged the table and asked: "Sophia Smith, since you've admitted to all the evidence Lily has presented, that's essentially admitting everything she said is true." "Your scores were obtained through an improper relationship. We have the right to investigate you and cancel your exam results." The gallery laughed mockingly, all feeling sorry for Lily. "I thought she had some tricks. Lily's score was probably switched with hers!" "Exactly. They should give Lily back her first place!" Some even threw paper balls and water bottles at me. It was chaos all around, but my smile grew wider. The judge banged the table. "Quiet!" "Sophia Smith, if you don't have other evidence to prove your scores aren't fake, the judgment will take effect immediately." Just as I was about to speak, my sister's voice came from outside. "Of course she has evidence." "Because I'm the one who got first place in the arts exam, and she, my sister." "Never took the arts exam at all. All her scores came from academic subjects, earned fair and square!"
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