But immediately someone countered that being at the top of the department didn't mean much; this was a national competition after all—who knew if I had plagiarized?
No wonder everyone was so convinced it was me who plagiarized after the incident in my past life; it turned out there had been constant subtle manipulation behind the scenes.
Thinking back to when Ethan took me to the border and how the cold steel of a blade sliced through my skin sent chills down my spine.
I felt exceptionally restless; without realizing it, my palms were sweaty.
In a hurry, I checked the trap I had just set up—it clearly showed that only I had logged into my computer with no traces of anyone else.
My heart sank as confusion washed over me. How on earth did Sophie manage to steal my code?
I was so furious that I smashed my computer, suspecting it had been infected by a new type of virus that even the security software couldn't detect.
Every year, I received generous scholarships and won various competitions, so I had saved up enough money to easily buy a new computer.