[How shameless! She still wants to win the hacker competition? That's our goddess's hard work!]
[I heard that the true daughter of the Smiths just returned and is competing in this hacker competition too; they say she plans to learn everything in 30 days—how ridiculous!]
[Oh my gosh! Does that anonymous commenter know some insider information? Goddess, be careful! Don't update anymore; protect your hard-earned results!]
People began digging into who this newly recognized village girl from the Smith family was and why she was so malicious.
Slowly but surely, some started suspecting it was me while others defended that I had always been at the top of my department and had no need to plagiarize.
But immediately someone countered that being at the top of the department didn't mean much; this was a national competition after all—who knew if I had plagiarized?
No wonder everyone was so convinced it was me who plagiarized after the incident in my past life; it turned out there had been constant subtle manipulation behind the scenes.
Thinking back to when Ethan took me to the border and how the cold steel of a blade sliced through my skin sent chills down my spine.
I felt exceptionally restless; without realizing it, my palms were sweaty.
In a hurry, I checked the trap I had just set up—it clearly showed that only I had logged into my computer with no traces of anyone else.
My heart sank as confusion washed over me. How on earth did Sophie manage to steal my code?
I was so furious that I smashed my computer, suspecting it had been infected by a new type of virus that even the security software couldn't detect.
Every year, I received generous scholarships and won various competitions, so I had saved up enough money to easily buy a new computer.
But my mood was exceptionally heavy as I began to blame myself. How could I be so incompetent? Even with a second chance at life, I still couldn't outsmart Sophie.
As I walked down the street, I passed a dessert shop and saw a mother and daughter buying sweets. The mother looked at her little girl, who was reaching for a small cake, with so much love in her eyes.
But I had never seen that kind of affection on Mrs. Smith's face when she looked at me.
In my past life, when I was falsely accused of plagiarism, she ignored me completely and only comforted Sophie, who was claiming to be wronged.