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"About that post on the forum..." Su Yang paused for a few seconds, seemingly choosing his words carefully. "Actually, on the day of the competition, outside the examination room, I might have... heard something."
My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately looked up. "Senior, what did you hear?"
"I was waiting for a friend at the end of the hallway and accidentally overheard Meng Yao talking on the phone in a corner," Su Yang recalled, frowning. "Her voice was low, but I think I heard her say something about capturing some 'good stuff' that could 'ruin someone's reputation,' and she mentioned something like 'let's see how she remains so proud.' At the time, I didn't think much of it; I assumed it was just some minor conflict between girls. But after seeing the post on the forum, I realized it might be related to you all."
"She really did it on purpose!" I trembled with anger, my nails digging deep into my palm.
"And," Su Yang looked at me and continued, "that photo seemed a bit strange to me as well. I have a friend in the photography club, so I anonymously sent him the photo to take a look. He said... there are very obvious signs of post-processing, especially in the lighting and shadows; it looks very unnatural, almost like... it was composited."
"Composited?!" I gasped in shock, my eyes widening. If the photo was fake... did that mean...?!
"Well, while we can't be 100% sure, the possibility is quite high." Su Yang took out a small voice recorder and a USB drive from his pocket. "This is a short recording I subconsciously made at that time. The background noise is quite mixed up, but you should be able to hear those few sentences from Meng Yao. The USB contains a simple photo analysis report from my friend. I don't know if this will help, but... I don't want to see innocent people slandered like this."
I trembled as I took the small voice recorder and USB drive from him, feeling as if I had taken on an immense burden or grasped onto a last lifeline. My eyes instantly turned red. "Senior... thank you! Really... thank you so much!"
"No need to thank me," Su Yang smiled gently, his gaze clear and sincere. "I just did what I thought was right. Go now; don’t let this misunderstanding continue."
I clutched the evidence tightly in my hands, overwhelmed with mixed emotions. A surge of hope and long-lost excitement hit me, but at the same time, thinking of Jiang Chi's cold and resolute gaze and the deep rift between us filled me with intense unease.
With this evidence, I could prove my innocence. But what about Jiang Chi? Would he believe me? Even if the truth came out, could we ever piece together the trust that had been shattered by this misunderstanding?
Sweating palms gripped the voice recorder and USB drive that Senior Su Yang had given me. Instinctively, my first thought was to rush to find Jiang Chi and throw this evidence in front of him, telling him: Look! I'm not lying! We were framed!
But in that moment of taking a step forward, hesitation washed over me. After experiencing the last collapse of trust, I couldn't be sure if going directly to him would be interpreted as "desperate to prove my innocence." Would he think I was using this evidence to demand something from him?
No, I couldn't afford to make any more mistakes.
After careful consideration, I made a decision: first submit the evidence to the school. I believed that in light of the facts, the school would make the fairest judgment. As for Jiang Chi... let's wait until everything settles down before addressing that.
I anonymously submitted the recording and photo analysis report to my counselor and the School Disciplinary Committee.
The effect was immediate.
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