Campus Free Labor Turned Head Judge

Only Taylor spoke up timidly, her voice barely above a whisper, "But an invitation is required to get into the finals. She's not on our team. How did she get in?"

They finally sensed something was off and turned to glance at the ticket checker in the distance.

The competition was about to start, and I didn't have time to keep tangling with them.

Just as I was about to tell the truth, Sylvester suddenly seemed to realize something. The smile on his face grew even more lecherous.

He jeered, "Don't tell me you slept with one of the judges or some angel investor? Look at that body with the curves in all the right places. It's exactly the type those old men like."

I frowned with displeasure. "Watch your mouth! That's slander. I can call the police for that."

They burst out laughing.

"Then go ahead and call them. We've got evidence anyway." As Zander spoke, he pulled out his phone and handed it to me with his chin raised smugly.

The moment I saw the screen, the blood in my body froze. They had taken that single selfie of mine and used AI to generate dozens of pornographic images.

Every one of them was explicit. The men facing me were all blurred out, but I was completely naked. Even my name was written right beside the images!

"You're insane. This is a serious crime!" I exclaimed.

"What crime? That's your face, right? Jolene is your name, right? Which part of this is fake? How can posting true facts be categorized as a crime?" Zander sneered.

Things were spiraling in a far more dangerous direction. A sense of dread washed over me. I pulled out my phone to call the police, but Zander reacted instantly and snatched it away.

"Give it back to me!"

"If you've got the guts, come take it yourself," he taunted, stuffing it into his pocket triumphantly.

My heart sank.

A few male students passed by and greeted them casually. "Sylvester, isn't your team supposed to have six people? Who's this? Oh… It's that plagiarizing senior! What, did you give in? You're really paying her guidance fees and the prize money?"

Sylvester put on a pained expression. "No way. She pulled some tricks to get herself inside."

The phone screen tilted slightly. With that, the nearby students all gasped and started exclaiming in disgust.

"This is insane! She'd do anything just to win! She even resorted to using her body! How indecent!"

Zander grinned and mocked, "The top prize is 1.5 million dollars. She's got no ability of her own and only knows how to plagiarize. Just sleep with some old geezer once, and she can get that much money. Who cares about decency?"

Charlotte nudged his arm. "Are you sure it was just once?"

They shared a knowing laugh. Even Taylor, who was hiding at the very back, laughed along.

A chill ran down my spine.

There were women among the six of them. But all of them had no qualms about slandering me in such a despicable way just to get a bigger share of the prize money.

People passing by eagerly asked for the photos, looking delighted at the drama.

"I posted it in our college group. It's never been this lively!"

"Which college are you from? We'll be careful when we post. Wouldn't want to mess up your chances of landing a rich guy in your own institution."

I wasn't tall to begin with. Now, more than a dozen people had surrounded me, leaving not even the slightest gap.

Clenching my fists, I let out a cold laugh. "When did I ever say I was a student?"

They froze, clearly confused.

Sylvester waved his hand dismissively. "If you're not a student, then what are you? A campus janitor? That's even worse. A janitor pretending to be a senior and trying to take our prize money, huh? You've got some nerve."

The moment they heard "janitor", the others covered their noses in disgust and scattered.

A guy glanced at his watch.