When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 85

All eyes were on Taylor now. His word would decide Serena’s fate.

He stood at the tall window of the student council office on the third floor, gazing down at the sports field below. It was already lined with turtle shells—ready for the punishment.

“Withdraw from school,” he said, turning to face Serena. His voice was cold, his expression distant, his posture superior. This, he thought, was how one addressed an insect.

“On what grounds?” Serena asked calmly.

Taylor nearly laughed. “If I can get you into Haven High, I can get you out. This is the last bit of mercy and dignity I’m willing to offer you.”

Otherwise, if the school expelled her for academic dishonesty, not a single institution in Evervale City would ever take her again. Her future would be permanently ruined.

He recalled what Sean had told him that morning—something about Serena being a rare talent.

Yes, rare indeed. But as for whether she was good? That remained to be seen.

“Taylor, maybe you should look at this first,” Serena said, pulling out her phone. She sent a message. A moment later, there was a knock at the office door.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and Taylor froze.

A girl walked in, wearing the exact outfit from the surveillance video—including the same shoes.

Because of the camera angle, the footage hadn’t been able to capture the girl’s face clearly. But there was no denying that this girl’s figure matched Serena’s more closely than anyone else’s.

More closely than Serena’s own.

“Who are you?” Taylor asked, suspicion flaring.

The girl stepped forward, pulled down her mask, and lowered her hood.

“It’s me,” Noelle said. “Joshua told me to do it. He said if I dressed like that and shredded a test, they’d finally have a reason to punish Serena.”

Taylor was stunned.

Yesterday afternoon, right after school, Serena had stopped Noelle in the hallway.

Noelle had thought she was about to get jumped. She’d gripped her phone, ready to call for help. But Serena had only glanced at her and said coolly, “You were the one in the video, weren’t you?”

Noelle had frozen in place. “What proof do you have? If you’re going to accuse me, show some evidence.”

Serena hadn’t argued. “Joshua promised you the Arts Department presidency, didn’t he?”

Noelle’s heart skipped a beat. But she wasn’t stupid—she wasn’t going to get tricked into admitting anything.

“His appointment letter should be in his office,” Serena said. “You might want to go check for yourself.”

And with that, she walked away—without laying a finger on her.

The fact that Noelle was standing here now made everything clear.

“I already uploaded the full scan to the school forum,” Solstice announced. “Anyone who doesn’t believe it can go see for themselves. The question you all claimed she cheated on—Serena’s answer was the correct one!”

Flash back to the night before.

Rowan had stayed in the classroom after evening self-study, hunched over her desk, piecing together scraps of paper like her life depended on it.

Everyone else had gone home. She sat alone, her eyes burning, fingers trembling. She wasn’t pretty to begin with, but now even the one thing worth looking at—her eyes—were about to give out.

Solstice had stood watching from the door, feeling a knot of guilt form in his chest. “You really think you’ll finish before graduation like that? You’ll go blind first.”

He even suspected the whole thing had been planned—the paper hadn’t been burned or flushed, but run through a shredder on purpose. It was meant to mess with them.

Everyone knew this was the only real way to prove whether Serena had cheated. Someone from Building B was bound to try. But to succeed? That was next to impossible.

It was like being force-fed a pile of shit—swallow it and gag on it yourself, spit it out and sicken everyone else.

Rowan didn’t even look up. She sat with tweezers in hand, carefully sorting every scrap.

“If I don’t put it back together, they’ll say Serena cheated. But I know she didn’t. I believe in her.”

Leaning against the doorframe, Indigo watched in silence for a long moment. Then he finally spoke.

“Give it to me.”