Chapter 3

Chloe clearly wasn't going to let me live in peace.

After school, as soon as I walked out the gate, she and her little clique stopped me.

Many students around us slowed down, ready for some drama.

Chloe put on a worried expression today:

"I know you just came back and want to show off. But... what you did in math class today, it really put the teacher in an awkward position. That problem was so difficult, you must have... seen the answer somewhere beforehand, right?"

Her voice wasn't too loud or too soft, just enough for everyone around to hear clearly.

Immediately, suspicious and mocking glances fell on me.

I sneered internally, *trying to spread rumors out of thin air?*

My mouth automatically started, speaking as fast as a machine gun:

"The one who's in an awkward position is you, Chloe, isn't it? That handwritten physics formula cheat sheet in your desk, do you need me to find it and read it out loud right now?"

Chloe's face instantly changed, and she unconsciously glanced toward the classroom.

I didn't stop, turning to her head follower, a fashionably dressed girl named Brittany.

"And you, Brittany, stop stirring up trouble here. Your basketball player boyfriend was messaging and flirting with three girls at 10:30 last night. The chat history is *very* exciting. Do you need me to remind you of the specific contents? Like how he called one of them 'sweetie pie'?"

Brittany's face turned instantly white, and she shrieked:

"You're lying!"

I then pointed to another chubby boy named Dylan:

"Dylan, don't you dare smirk. That precious notebook in your drawer, signed by Chloe, she threw it in the trash because she didn't want it, and you picked it up. Not only does she know, she also thinks you're pretty gross."

The scene fell into a deathly silence, then erupted into an even bigger commotion.

The few people I'd named were utterly pale, and the surrounding students' gazes instantly shifted from me to them, filled with shock.

Chloe was shaking with rage, pointing at me: "You... you're making things up!"

I blinked innocently:

"Whether I'm making things up, you all know best yourselves, don't you? Sorry, I have things to do, so I'm leaving."

Before they could recover from the shock of the truth, I quickly squeezed through the crowd.

Though I didn't let them get the better of me, I also clearly realized that if I kept speaking without regard for the situation, something major was bound to happen sooner or later.