the next day.

As usual, Yan Ning walked into the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

All the students' eyes were on her.

A few girls crept over, clutching small bags of snacks, their eyes full of anticipation.

"Yan Ning, these are some cookies we made ourselves. Please try them!"

Another student gave a thumbs-up and said loudly:

"Yan Ning, your speech at yesterday's press conference was fantastic! We all admire you!"

Yan Ning smiled slightly and politely declined the snacks, "Thank you everyone, but I'm on a diet recently and I don't eat anything."

In the corner, Su Muyao's face turned extremely ugly.

She glared fiercely at Yan Ning, as if she wanted to devour her whole.

After a while, Su Muyao took out her phone from her bag and quickly sent a message to an unknown number:

"Are you done yet? Is everything finished?"

She stared intently at her phone screen, anxiously awaiting a reply.

Time ticked by, and finally, the unknown number replied:

"It's done, transfer the money now."

A smug smile appeared on Su Muyao's lips.

At noon, the classroom was quiet as the students took a nap at their desks.

Yan Ning was a little sleepy after studying all morning and soon fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept when she was woken up by a commotion.

When she opened her eyes, she found that her classmates next to her were all chattering excitedly, as if a pot had been boiled over.

"Is this real or fake? It looks so real!"

"But her speech yesterday was so moving, how could she possibly do something like this?"

"You don't understand. There's nothing that can't be faked. There are plenty of people who say one thing to your face and another behind your back!"

"No wonder she always asks for leave to go out; it turns out she's skipping class to go to places like this..."

From their fragmented conversation, Yan Ning vaguely heard her own name.

A kind female classmate saw that Yan Ning had woken up and quickly came over, her voice tinged with anxiety:

"Yan Ning, you're awake! Quick, look at Weibo's trending topics; there are a few photos of you!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Ning immediately opened her phone and clicked on Weibo's trending topics.

Her name was prominently displayed at the top of Weibo's trending topics, followed by an astonishing number.

She clicked on it and was instantly stunned.

In the photo, a girl wearing a halter-neck mini-dress is seen walking into a bar with her arms around two roguish-looking young men.

The girl in the photo has the exact same eyebrows, eyes, and expression as her, and even their hairstyles are identical.

But she's never been to a bar, so how were these photos taken?

Before Yan Ning could react, the comments section had already exploded.

Netizens left comments such as, "Isn't this Yan Ning, who claims to be of high moral character? Turns out he's a hypocrite, smoking and drinking. How fake!"

"Rich kids are just different, having so much fun, why pretend to be innocent!"

"This is just a publicity stunt. They'll do anything to become famous. It's disgusting!"

"I trusted her so much yesterday, and now I feel like such a fool!"

"I never want to see this shameless woman who resorts to hype again!"

Overnight, Yan Ning's reputation plummeted.

She went from being a highly regarded outstanding student to a "bad girl" despised by everyone.

She looked at her phone screen and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

The vicious comments on the screen pierced her heart.

She always believed that as long as she worked hard and persisted in doing the right thing, she would definitely win everyone's recognition and respect.

But now she realizes how easily the public's opinions can be influenced.

Any random photo, even if it's not of her, can convince the public without hesitation, leading to a barrage of criticism against her.

One wave subsides, another rises.

A classmate walked over, his tone clearly disappointed, and said loudly, "Yan Ning, what's wrong with you? Weren't you supposed to be a person of high moral character?"

"Why are you still going to bars and hanging out with delinquents?"

Yan Ning raised his head, remained silent for a moment, and said calmly:

"This photo is not of me. I have never been to a bar, nor have I associated with any shady people."

"If it's not you, then why do you look exactly the same? Could you be your twin sister?"

The classmate's tone became even more forceful, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"So what if you went? What's there to be afraid to admit? If you're afraid to admit it, are you trying to have your cake and eat it too?"

Yan Ning felt a pang in her heart, and after a pause, she said:

"I didn't lie to you. I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and clear my name. You can wait and see."

Yan Ning knew that it was no use saying anything now, because everyone had already prejudged her as the girl in the photo.

She calmed herself down, then quickly cast a divination using the person in the photo as the basis for her prediction.

This girl is indeed Su Muyao's person.

Yan Ning looked up and saw Su Muyao staring at her with a sinister look and a contemptuous smile on her lips.

Her smile seemed to say, "Even if you know it's me, what can you do about it?"

Everyone's convinced it's you, what can you do?

Yan Ning clenched her fists silently. She was determined to clear her name!

If she didn't do it, you can't pin the blame on her!

Feeling frustrated after a day of school, Yan Ning decided to go find the girl in the photo.

She consulted the oracle again, and the divination indicated that the girl lived in the old town, in the bustling city center.

So she hailed a taxi and prepared to head to the old town.

The old town wasn't far from the school, but when the taxi driver saw the destination, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"It's not easy to find there, are you sure you want to go?" the driver asked.

Yan Ning nodded and said firmly, "Yes, thank you."

The car drove slowly along the narrow streets, and the scenery outside the window became increasingly dilapidated.

Dilapidated houses, potholed roads, and litter everywhere.

She couldn't help but wonder why this girl lived in such a place, and what had happened to her.

After a bumpy ride, the taxi finally stopped at the entrance to the old town.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and reminded her, "We've arrived, young lady. Be careful."

Yan Ning nodded, paid the fare, and got out of the car.

She stood at the street corner, looked at the chaotic area before her, and couldn't help but sigh:

This place is really chaotic, and the security is terrible.

Then, following the instructions of the divination, Yan Ning began to wander through the alley, making numerous turns.

The alley was filled with strange smells, and the damp air was mixed with the stench of rotting garbage.

Yan Ning frowned. She didn't like the smell, but she still forced herself to keep going.

She walked and looked around, for about ten minutes.

Finally, I saw the girl in front of a small, shabby food stall.