A week later, the campus Sing competition was held in the school auditorium. Almost the entire student body had gathered there. The atmosphere was electric.
As a student council officer, I was in charge of backstage coordination. Just as the competition reached the most critical voting segment, my phone started buzzing uncontrollably. I looked down. It was the academic advisor calling. Before I could answer, a girl beside me suddenly screamed. "Oh my god, Zara, this video..."
Her face was bright red. She could barely hold onto her phone. My heart sank. I immediately opened the school's main group chat.
It had already exploded.
Over a dozen explicit videos were flooding the chat.
The face of every video's "actress" was me. Painful expressions. Obscene movements.
The captions read: The
