If that was the case, avoiding the school lab seemed like the best solution. I quickly called my dad and asked him to rent a lab at another university. This time, I would distance myself from campus.
Let’s see how Felicity manages to plagiarize my work now.
I requested leave from my supervisor, using the excuse of family matters. As he signed the note, he inquired about the progress of my thesis. I muttered a few vague responses to evade his questions.
In my previous life, he had accused me of plagiarism without even conducting an investigation. It made me wonder if he was as straightforward as he appeared. Despite how kind he seemed—giving me red envelopes on holidays and occasionally introducing me to important contacts—there was always something unsettling, as if he wore a mask, hiding a completely different person underneath.
When he suggested that I compete fairly with Felicity, it seemed reasonable at first. He even involved the dean in overseeing our theses. But in hindsight, it was all part of a calculated plan, giving him the perfect opportunity to frame me.
The lab key was solely in his possession, and any access to the lab required a strict registration process. Something had gone terribly wrong somewhere along the line, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly how. Adjusting my heavy glasses once more, I resolved that this time, things would be different. I would conduct my experiments off-campus, ensuring that Felicity had no chance to steal my work again.
This qualification to stay in school had been rightfully mine all along, and this time, I was determined to secure it.
Once I got home, I unpacked everything I had brought from school, ensuring nothing was left behind. Fearing that my phone could be monitored, I went to a phone store and purchased a new one, along with anti-surveillance software. I also invested in a brand-new electronic scanner.
Before entering the lab, I would lock my phone in a safe and scan every single item I brought with me, ensuring no room for any suspicious activity. This time, I would leave no trace of my work vulnerable to sabotage.
I focused intensely on the experiment, not allowing myself even a moment’s break. After obtaining the first key data, I decided to step outside the lab for a quick breather. As soon as I was outside, I pulled out my phone and checked Felicity’s social media.