The morning sun barely managed to cut through the thick haze hanging over Haisheng Academy. Hallways that were usually filled with casual laughter were quiet and tense. Everyone knew that the memorial assembly for Liu Meilin was taking place in the main auditorium at eleven o'clock.
Tang Xiaowen walked down the wide corridor with his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. Beside him, completely invisible to the world, Qingxue floated along, her translucent form glowing with a soft silver light.
"So the plan is simple," Qingxue said, turning her head toward him. "When Kexin gets up on that stage to play the grieving best friend, we override the projection system and stream the CCTV footage right behind her. Public exposure is the only way to ruin her completely."
