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I squatted on the ground, staring at the torn admission notice, tears streaming down my face. That was the result of years of hard work, yet it was destroyed by my brother's own hands. Because of that notice, I lost my last chance to prove my innocence.
This time, I was prepared to let my brother show the notice first. He hesitated and said, "What's so great about the Admission Notice?"
Relatives chimed in, "This is the Admission Notice from Tsinghua University; of course it's impressive!"
My brother looked at me coldly and said, "Sister, why don't you take out your Admission Notice for everyone to see?"
I nodded obediently, "Okay."
My brother pressed down on me, "Let me go first."
With that, he took the notice out of his bag and carefully unfolded it, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.
The relatives gathered around, scrutinizing it closely.
"Tsinghua Admission Notice, it really belongs to Jiacheng!"
"Look, there's even a seal on it!"
Suddenly, a relative shouted, "Wait, there's something wrong with this notice!"
My brother's body instantly stiffened.
I was slightly taken aback.
On my brother's Admission Notice, there was indeed a small black dot covering some numbers behind it. Because the font was black, it was impossible to notice unless one looked closely.
A relative asked in confusion, "Why is there a black dot on this?"
Everyone turned to look at my brother, who was also bewildered.
I cleared my throat lightly and whispered, "Could it be that the printing quality is poor?"
My brother immediately nodded, "Yes, yes, it must be that the ink accidentally splashed!"
The relatives suddenly understood, "So that's how it is."
My brother sighed in relief and gave me a grateful smile.
In my previous life, he had directly attacked me with a knife.
I smiled noncommittally and lowered my head to eat.
In fact, it wasn't ink that had splashed; it was my brother who had altered it with a Marker.
He did receive a call from Tsinghua,
but the content of the call was that his scores were insufficient for admission.
Unwilling to accept this, he took out the Marker he had bought earlier,
and changed the number on the Admission Notice from one to six.
In my previous life at the Graduation Banquet, I exposed him on the spot.
This time, I wanted to see how things would unfold.
After all, the notice was fake; even if my brother went to Beijing, he definitely wouldn't get into Tsinghua.
Moreover, when he altered the number, he didn't pay attention to the font size next to it,
so the altered number was clearly one size smaller than the surrounding text.
With just a little attention, one could easily notice something was off.
But the relatives chose to turn a blind eye.
After all, this was about Glorifying Ancestors; who would dare to doubt it?
I sat in the corner eating heartily, tears streaming down my face as I ate.
In my previous life, I was wounded by my brother.
Because the wound was too deep, I didn't die immediately;
instead, I woke up on the way to a desolate mountain with my father.
I cried out for my dad to save me, but he kicked me instead, scolding, "If you die, your brother won't have a criminal record anymore. Consider it your contribution to the family!" I struggled in pain, but it was futile. My dad threw me onto a desolate mountain, leaving me to be torn apart by wild dogs. As for my mom, she deleted the surveillance footage from the living room, helping my brother escape legal consequences.
My body was later discovered, and the coroner determined that I died from excessive blood loss. However, my brother insisted that he acted in self-defense, so he was sentenced to only a few years and was released soon after. Thinking of this made me bite my lip hard to keep from crying. I wanted to see my brother's reputation ruined and my parents in unbearable grief!
After the banquet ended, my parents suggested sending my brother to Tsinghua University. My brother looked impatient and said, "I'm already grown up; do you still need to send me?" My mom looked worried and replied, "I'm just afraid you won't adapt well on your first trip to Beijing."
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