Eleanor Winslow spoke slowly and eloquently, each word seemed to touch the hearts of everyone present. Some students from the law school searched the paper database and found those articles she mentioned, which matched Eleanor’s words exactly! "Senior Sister Pearl’s papers didn’t use Monte Carlo simulation at all! That can’t possibly be a mistake, right?" "In the five papers, there is clearly no mention of judicial fairness and criminal procedure reform. These themes are distinct; they can’t accidentally be mixed up!" "Is it possible these papers really weren’t written by Pearl herself?" "I heard Pearl’s family is quite wealthy, so it wouldn’t be impossible for her to buy the papers." "If she didn’t even write the papers herself, how is she eligible for direct doctoral admission?" The whispers grew louder and louder. Pearl stood on the stage, her face ghostly pale, forehead glistening with cold sweat, wanting to explain but unable to utter a single word. She could only glare viciously at Eleanor. Eleanor... Eleanor, that bitch, actually set her up! Holding the microphone, Eleanor looked solemn: "Student Pearl, please explain your words and actions, otherwise, we have reason to doubt the origins of these papers." "Yes! Please explain!" "If someone can get direct doctoral admission, doesn’t that make us the fools sitting here?" The students, filled with righteous indignation, had several standing up in anger. The school leaders looked displeased; one pointed at Eleanor and asked, "Eleanor, are you inciting ignorant students to cause trouble? So many of us are watching, and there’s a distinguished school alum standing up for Pearl; could it still be false?" The so-called distinguished alumna, whom Eleanor glanced at, was Selene Keane seated centrally in the front row. Original content can be found at NoveI★Fire.net Today, she wore a white suit skirt with light makeup, appearing elegant and intelligent. She sat there looking at Eleanor indifferently, exuding an innate air of superiority. "Three of Pearl’s papers were reviewed by me. Are you doubting me? Show the evidence." Selene said to Eleanor. Selene works at the magazine agency. This was blatant — even if she gave Pearl a green light — she was daring anyone to confront her! Their eyes met, a prolonged standoff. Eleanor gritted her teeth. Just when Selene thought Eleanor would tactfully quieten down, Eleanor spoke: "If your magazine is willing to make the review process public, that would be ideal. However, the review process does not affect the suspicion of the authenticity of Pearl’s papers." Selene said to Eleanor: "I heard you also published a few papers. I could suspect the authenticity of your papers as well." Pearl, prompted by this, immediately gained some confidence. "Eleanor, you didn’t get this direct doctoral admission slot, you’re very unwilling, I know you since you don’t like me because of your friend Blake Lockwood, but you shouldn’t bring personal emotions into a pure place like school, and even more, you shouldn’t use students who are unaware of the truth! Aren’t you afraid no school will accept you in the future by disrupting the normal order of the school !" Isn’t this putting a big label on her, guiding students not to unite with her, while implicitly warning her to beware of not being able to study if she doesn’t comply! Some students, due to Pearl’s guidance, looked at Eleanor with suspicion. "You threaten me—" Before Eleanor could finish, the microphone in her hand was suddenly snatched away. It was the bodyguard Selene brought, who lowered his voice to warn her: "Third little mistress, don’t push it too far!" The auditorium was too large; without a microphone, her voice couldn’t reach anyone. Eleanor looked displeased. She took a deep breath and was about to speak up when the microphone was handed back. Adrian Grant, dressed in an understated black attire, with star-like eyes and noble demeanor, immediately drew everyone’s gaze as he appeared. The bodyguard beside Selene wanted to take the microphone away but dared not act rashly in front of Adrian Grant. The slight smile on Selene’s face vanished. Pearl’s face turned completely pale: "Why is Adrian Grant here..." She could only look pitifully at Selene, silently pleading for help. Selene is Adrian Grant’s mother; no son can disobey his mother, right? Eleanor hadn’t told Adrian Grant about the school’s last-minute notice last night, nor had she mentioned coming to school, yet he showed up unexpectedly. "Mrs. Grant, anything else to say?" Adrian Grant asked. Eleanor took the microphone back, her gaze steadfast as she looked around finally settling on Pearl’s face. "From freshman year to junior year, Pearl has taken at least five makeup exams. How could someone who repeatedly takes makeup exams rank second in GPA?" "Student Winslow, but you need evidence!" a teacher from the college said with a sour face. Eleanor pressed her lips together. All this information is stored in the college, and given the GPA manipulation occurring, it really was hard for her to produce evidence. "Evidence, you say?" Adrian Grant chuckled lightly. Before he finished speaking, several students walked into the auditorium: "Teacher, during my freshman year makeup exam for calculus, I was in the same exam hall as Pearl, and she was twenty minutes late!" "I had a makeup exam for economic law in my sophomore year, and Pearl was in the classroom next to mine." "I was in the same project group as Pearl. She coasted the entire time and the subject teacher gave her a passing grade... For someone who coasts like that, even a passing grade is generous!" But on Pearl’s transcript, there weren’t such low scores. Isn’t this clear-cut fraud? The auditorium was in an uproar. Selene’s expression slightly changed. When Pearl sought her help with papers, she had shown her the transcript, and seeing Pearl’s excellent GPA, she was willing to support her direct admission to doctoral studies. "Today’s lecture is over, please students exit orderly!" As the situation gradually spiraled out of control, a teacher picked up the microphone, trying to end this farce. However, the students were unwilling to leave. At this age, it’s the most hot-blooded time; getting into Aethelgard University, everyone is among the cream of the crop, the least lacking in arrogance. Eventually, the law school leadership stepped out to promise a clear investigation before deciding on the direct doctoral admission slots. "Eleanor, you, you really are something!" the teacher responsible for direct doctoral admissions pointed at Eleanor, trembling with rage, "Young and reckless, acting without considering consequences, you’ll surely suffer for it in the future!" Eleanor remained calm: "Teacher, the worst outcome is me standing here today, not receiving direct doctoral or even research current slots. Maybe you’ve considered colluding to slander me, getting all domestic universities to reject me, but you can’t cover the sky with one hand. Worst-case scenario I can still choose to study abroad." Their threats held no weight. With unwavering determination, Eleanor stated, "I hope my alma mater is glorious, I hope my college stands for justice, I hope my actions align with my conscience. I do not regret my decision, and I am willing to bear the responsibility and even the consequences for my actions!" Adrian Grant suddenly smiled. Everyone looked at him. Adrian Grant seemed puzzled, yet with a sharp gaze: "Since when does the pursuit of fairness entail consequences?"