Misfortune Rebound

Summary

Five minutes before the graduate admission exam began, the campus heartthrob quietly slipped a crumpled piece of paper into my pencil case.

Lines of floating text drifted across my vision.

[The paper is filled with answers. The school heartthrob has reported it, and the proctor will be here any second!]

[As long as they find it, his admission slot will be canceled immediately!]

[Serves this bookworm right for standing in our heartthrob’s way. The proctor is his aunt. He’s doomed today!]

The next second, the proctor stormed into the classroom and headed straight for my seat.