In my previous life, he had accused me of plagiarism without even conducting an investigation. It made me wonder if he was as straightforward as he appeared. Despite how kind he seemed—giving me red envelopes on holidays and occasionally introducing me to important contacts—there was always something unsettling, as if he wore a mask, hiding a completely different person underneath.
When he suggested that I compete fairly with Felicity, it seemed reasonable at first. He even involved the dean in overseeing our theses. But in hindsight, it was all part of a calculated plan, giving him the perfect opportunity to frame me.
The lab key was solely in his possession, and any access to the lab required a strict registration process. Something had gone terribly wrong somewhere along the line, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly how. Adjusting my heavy glasses once more, I resolved that this time, things would be different. I would conduct my experiments off-campus, ensuring that Felicity had no chance to steal my work again.
This qualification to stay in school had been rightfully mine all along, and this time, I was determined to secure it.