Ava instinctively shouted, “That’s impossible! How could someone like Liza score full marks? You must have made a mistake—it’s not 100 marks, it has to be one!” The student who held the paper handed it over to the person beside her and calmly said, “There’s no mistake. It’s clearly 100 marks. If you don’t believe me, check for yourself.” Serena, now snapping out of her daze, hesitated for a moment before cautiously speaking. “Sister, you really got 100 marks? Did you… cheat? I mean, back in the countryside, schools don’t prioritize English much. And you’ve never studied abroad, so how could you possibly know how to translate at such a level?” Ava latched onto Serena’s words, seizing the opportunity to shift the narrative. “Exactly! That explains it! Liza, who grew up in the countryside, couldn’t possibly achieve this on her own. You must’ve cheated!” Taking a deep breath, Serena put on a sorrowful expression, as if burdened by the weight of exposing her own sister. She turned to the crowd and softly apologized. “I’m truly sorry, everyone. I never thought my sister would resort to this. Cheating is such a terrible habit. I guess this means the bet doesn’t count. Ava should still be considered the winner.” After speaking, she turned to Liza with a look of regret, as though she had reluctantly made a difficult but righteous decision. Liza raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. These two women were remarkable, weren’t they? Not content with the results, they’d immediately jumped to accusing her of cheating without any evidence. It was almost laughable. With a faint smile, Liza rapped her knuckles lightly on the table to get their attention. “Cheating? That’s your argument? Let me ask you something—are you suffering from memory loss? I’m the only person in this entire university who got full marks. Tell me, whose answers could I have possibly copied?” Ava’s face turned red, and she stammered, “You—you must have copied bits and pieces from different people to get a perfect score!” Before Liza could respond, a student who had been silent until now stepped forward, visibly annoyed. “Ava, stop making wild accusations. Translating languages isn’t like solving a simple math problem—it’s a skill that’s both complex and subjective. If Liza had copied even part of her answers, the professors grading the papers would’ve spotted it immediately.” Another student chimed in, frustration evident in their voice. “Exactly. Every individual has their own unique style when it comes to translation. If she had copied answers from multiple people, it would’ve been painfully obvious—like stitching together a patchwork quilt of different colors and trying to pass it off as a single shade. Her perfect score speaks for itself.” The murmurs in the room grew louder as the logic of these statements sank in. One by one, the students began to nod in agreement, realizing just how absurd Ava’s and Serena’s claims were. The students, being intellectuals with a strong sense of judgment, carefully examined Liza’s test paper. After closely analyzing it, a few couldn’t help but exclaim, “She really scored full marks! Look at this—her translation is so clever and precise. I never would’ve thought of phrasing it like this!” Another chimed in, astonished, “Wow, this is on another level. Honestly, this could be used as the model answer for the exam.” “I agree. To be honest, even the standard solutions provided by the university might not match the elegance of her translation. Just look at the way her sentences flow—they perfectly capture the essence of the original text. That’s a skill most translators only dream of having.” Drawn by curiosity, more students gathered around the paper, their admiration growing as they dissected her work. They compared it to their own efforts and couldn’t help but marvel at the stark contrast. Their respect for Liza deepened with every sentence they analyzed. As the students expressed their awe, a few glanced at Ava with subtle disdain. “You see, a real talent like Liza proves her worth through her abilities. She doesn’t need to resort to excuses or baseless accusations of cheating, unlike some people who can’t accept losing.” “Cheating? Let’s be honest—unless the author of the original text came down personally to help Liza, there’s no way anyone could produce a paper of this caliber through dishonesty.” “Exactly. Copy from who? Look at us—we’re all struggling to get by with our average translation skills. None of us could come close to producing something this polished.” “Anyone who’s read her paper knows it’s authentic. If someone still thinks she cheated, they’ve probably left their common sense at home.” The students’ words cut deep, and Ava’s face turned an unsightly shade of red. Anger, humiliation, and frustration swirled within her, but she couldn’t come up with any response. The logic and admiration of her peers left no room for further argument. Meanwhile, Serena bit her lip, hiding her own unwillingness behind a composed facade. She had been so close to watching Liza lose her dignity, but instead, the situation had flipped entirely. Seeing her plan crumble right before her eyes filled her with resentment. Yet, she was astute enough to realize that pushing further would only backfire. The students had sided with Liza, firmly believing in her abilities, and any more protests would make her appear petty or irrational. Feigning graciousness, Serena tugged Ava’s arm gently and said, “Ava, let’s go. My sister scored full marks this time. I’ll go home and tell Dad and Mom—they’ll be thrilled to hear this news.” Ava hesitated, wanting to argue further, but Serena’s words jolted her memory. She suddenly recalled the bet she had made with Liza. Now that Liza had outscored her, it was her turn to kneel in apology. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, filling her with dread. She clenched her fists, unwilling to accept the humiliation. Kneel to her? That vile woman? Never! Ava’s face twisted with frustration, but she was trapped by her own words. As much as she wanted to lash out, the mocking eyes of the students around her left her no choice but to quietly retreat.