The Shadow After Gaokao
The Shadow After Gaokao
Player：Joyce Yu · Original
Psychological
Story
I’m a top student—the entire hope of my family. I got an early admission to Peking University thanks to my excellent grades, so I spent the two days of the Gaokao playing games at an internet cafe, planning to tell my parents only when the scores were released. But when score release day came, my parents entered my exam admission ticket number, and a full score of 730 popped up on the screen.
He called my classmate to ask, and the classmate said they saw me in the exam hall in person. I went back to my room, and found an unfamiliar diary on the desk. The handwriting isn’t mine, but it threatens me: if I don’t obey, it will tell everyone that I didn’t attend the Gaokao.
The first demand in the diary is that I go confess to the campus belle, so I had to do it at the graduation ceremony... When the awards were being given, she was right next to me. That night, my heart was beating so hard it almost burst out of my chest.
I said to her: "I like you." She froze, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, then she smiled and said "Okay." But the moment she agreed, my phone screen lit up—the same handwriting from the diary appeared again: "Good, you completed the first step." My palms were sweating; it felt like I wasn’t confessing, I was completing some kind of ritual.
Soon enough, the news got back to my family. My parents found out I publicly confessed right after the Gaokao, and they were furious. They thought I’d let them down, that I wasn’t focused on my studies anymore. My father said coldly: "You are our whole hope, yet you’re messing around." My mother even cried.
I wanted to explain, but the diary on the desk turned to a new page, and new words appeared out of nowhere: "Step two — defy them." I finally followed the diary’s second demand and defied my parents’ orders.
They angrily scolded me, saying I’d betrayed their expectations. But an unprecedented sense of ease and joy welled up in my heart, like I’d broken free of my chains. That moment, for the first time I felt my life wasn’t just what my parents arranged for me—it was mine.
However, the diary on the desk opened again, and new words slowly appeared: "Good, you’re starting to enjoy this. Next step — tell one person the truth."
A chill ran through my heart; confusion and fear tangled together. Tell one person the truth.
I thought about it for a long time, and finally chose the campus belle.
The night wind on the playground was cold. I walked up to her, my voice shaking: "Actually... those two days of the Gaokao, I never went to the exam hall at all."
She froze, a flash of panic crossed her eyes. Just when I thought she’d laugh at me or question me, she whispered: "I know."
My heart jolted: "You know?"
She slowly raised her hand, and pulled out a diary exactly the same as the one in my room. On the first page it says: "He’s behind you."
My whole body went cold, like I’d fallen into an abyss. The campus belle’s fingers slowly stroked the diary, her eyes empty and ice-cold. She whispered softly: "You finally told me."
The wind on the playground suddenly stopped, everything was so quiet that only the sound of heartbeats remained.
I wanted to explain, but found my voice stuck in my throat. The diary on my desk turned to the last page, and new words slowly emerged: "Good, now both of you belong to me."
The lights flickered, the dark shadow outside the window slowly approached. The campus belle’s smile gradually froze, her eyes as hollow as glass. I stepped back, but found my legs were heavy, like I was pinned to the spot by some unknown force.
The shadow stopped in front of us, and murmured softly: "The truth has been passed on, you cannot escape." My heart sank, the world before my eyes started to blur, like I was falling into an endless abyss.
He called my classmate to ask, and the classmate said they saw me in the exam hall in person. I went back to my room, and found an unfamiliar diary on the desk. The handwriting isn’t mine, but it threatens me: if I don’t obey, it will tell everyone that I didn’t attend the Gaokao.
The first demand in the diary is that I go confess to the campus belle, so I had to do it at the graduation ceremony... When the awards were being given, she was right next to me. That night, my heart was beating so hard it almost burst out of my chest.
I said to her: "I like you." She froze, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, then she smiled and said "Okay." But the moment she agreed, my phone screen lit up—the same handwriting from the diary appeared again: "Good, you completed the first step." My palms were sweating; it felt like I wasn’t confessing, I was completing some kind of ritual.
Soon enough, the news got back to my family. My parents found out I publicly confessed right after the Gaokao, and they were furious. They thought I’d let them down, that I wasn’t focused on my studies anymore. My father said coldly: "You are our whole hope, yet you’re messing around." My mother even cried.
I wanted to explain, but the diary on the desk turned to a new page, and new words appeared out of nowhere: "Step two — defy them." I finally followed the diary’s second demand and defied my parents’ orders.
They angrily scolded me, saying I’d betrayed their expectations. But an unprecedented sense of ease and joy welled up in my heart, like I’d broken free of my chains. That moment, for the first time I felt my life wasn’t just what my parents arranged for me—it was mine.
However, the diary on the desk opened again, and new words slowly appeared: "Good, you’re starting to enjoy this. Next step — tell one person the truth."
A chill ran through my heart; confusion and fear tangled together. Tell one person the truth.
I thought about it for a long time, and finally chose the campus belle.
The night wind on the playground was cold. I walked up to her, my voice shaking: "Actually... those two days of the Gaokao, I never went to the exam hall at all."
She froze, a flash of panic crossed her eyes. Just when I thought she’d laugh at me or question me, she whispered: "I know."
My heart jolted: "You know?"
She slowly raised her hand, and pulled out a diary exactly the same as the one in my room. On the first page it says: "He’s behind you."
My whole body went cold, like I’d fallen into an abyss. The campus belle’s fingers slowly stroked the diary, her eyes empty and ice-cold. She whispered softly: "You finally told me."
The wind on the playground suddenly stopped, everything was so quiet that only the sound of heartbeats remained.
I wanted to explain, but found my voice stuck in my throat. The diary on my desk turned to the last page, and new words slowly emerged: "Good, now both of you belong to me."
The lights flickered, the dark shadow outside the window slowly approached. The campus belle’s smile gradually froze, her eyes as hollow as glass. I stepped back, but found my legs were heavy, like I was pinned to the spot by some unknown force.
The shadow stopped in front of us, and murmured softly: "The truth has been passed on, you cannot escape." My heart sank, the world before my eyes started to blur, like I was falling into an endless abyss.
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The Shadow After Gaokao
Player:Joyce Yu · Original
I’m a top student—the entire hope of my family. I got an early admission to Peking University thanks to my excellent grades, so I spent the two days of the Gaokao playing games at an internet cafe, planning to tell my parents only when the scores were released. But when score release day came, my parents entered my exam admission ticket number, and a full score of 730 popped up on the screen.
He called my classmate to ask, and the classmate said they saw me in the exam hall in person. I went back to my room, and found an unfamiliar diary on the desk. The handwriting isn’t mine, but it threatens me: if I don’t obey, it will tell everyone that I didn’t attend the Gaokao.
The first demand in the diary is that I go confess to the campus belle, so I had to do it at the graduation ceremony... When the awards were being given, she was right next to me. That night, my heart was beating so hard it almost burst out of my chest.
I said to her: "I like you." She froze, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, then she smiled and said "Okay." But the moment she agreed, my phone screen lit up—the same handwriting from the diary appeared again: "Good, you completed the first step." My palms were sweating; it felt like I wasn’t confessing, I was completing some kind of ritual.
Soon enough, the news got back to my family. My parents found out I publicly confessed right after the Gaokao, and they were furious. They thought I’d let them down, that I wasn’t focused on my studies anymore. My father said coldly: "You are our whole hope, yet you’re messing around." My mother even cried.
I wanted to explain, but the diary on the desk turned to a new page, and new words appeared out of nowhere: "Step two — defy them." I finally followed the diary’s second demand and defied my parents’ orders.
They angrily scolded me, saying I’d betrayed their expectations. But an unprecedented sense of ease and joy welled up in my heart, like I’d broken free of my chains. That moment, for the first time I felt my life wasn’t just what my parents arranged for me—it was mine.
However, the diary on the desk opened again, and new words slowly appeared: "Good, you’re starting to enjoy this. Next step — tell one person the truth."
A chill ran through my heart; confusion and fear tangled together. Tell one person the truth.
I thought about it for a long time, and finally chose the campus belle.
The night wind on the playground was cold. I walked up to her, my voice shaking: "Actually... those two days of the Gaokao, I never went to the exam hall at all."
She froze, a flash of panic crossed her eyes. Just when I thought she’d laugh at me or question me, she whispered: "I know."
My heart jolted: "You know?"
She slowly raised her hand, and pulled out a diary exactly the same as the one in my room. On the first page it says: "He’s behind you."
My whole body went cold, like I’d fallen into an abyss. The campus belle’s fingers slowly stroked the diary, her eyes empty and ice-cold. She whispered softly: "You finally told me."
The wind on the playground suddenly stopped, everything was so quiet that only the sound of heartbeats remained.
I wanted to explain, but found my voice stuck in my throat. The diary on my desk turned to the last page, and new words slowly emerged: "Good, now both of you belong to me."
The lights flickered, the dark shadow outside the window slowly approached. The campus belle’s smile gradually froze, her eyes as hollow as glass. I stepped back, but found my legs were heavy, like I was pinned to the spot by some unknown force.
The shadow stopped in front of us, and murmured softly: "The truth has been passed on, you cannot escape." My heart sank, the world before my eyes started to blur, like I was falling into an endless abyss.
He called my classmate to ask, and the classmate said they saw me in the exam hall in person. I went back to my room, and found an unfamiliar diary on the desk. The handwriting isn’t mine, but it threatens me: if I don’t obey, it will tell everyone that I didn’t attend the Gaokao.
The first demand in the diary is that I go confess to the campus belle, so I had to do it at the graduation ceremony... When the awards were being given, she was right next to me. That night, my heart was beating so hard it almost burst out of my chest.
I said to her: "I like you." She froze, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, then she smiled and said "Okay." But the moment she agreed, my phone screen lit up—the same handwriting from the diary appeared again: "Good, you completed the first step." My palms were sweating; it felt like I wasn’t confessing, I was completing some kind of ritual.
Soon enough, the news got back to my family. My parents found out I publicly confessed right after the Gaokao, and they were furious. They thought I’d let them down, that I wasn’t focused on my studies anymore. My father said coldly: "You are our whole hope, yet you’re messing around." My mother even cried.
I wanted to explain, but the diary on the desk turned to a new page, and new words appeared out of nowhere: "Step two — defy them." I finally followed the diary’s second demand and defied my parents’ orders.
They angrily scolded me, saying I’d betrayed their expectations. But an unprecedented sense of ease and joy welled up in my heart, like I’d broken free of my chains. That moment, for the first time I felt my life wasn’t just what my parents arranged for me—it was mine.
However, the diary on the desk opened again, and new words slowly appeared: "Good, you’re starting to enjoy this. Next step — tell one person the truth."
A chill ran through my heart; confusion and fear tangled together. Tell one person the truth.
I thought about it for a long time, and finally chose the campus belle.
The night wind on the playground was cold. I walked up to her, my voice shaking: "Actually... those two days of the Gaokao, I never went to the exam hall at all."
She froze, a flash of panic crossed her eyes. Just when I thought she’d laugh at me or question me, she whispered: "I know."
My heart jolted: "You know?"
She slowly raised her hand, and pulled out a diary exactly the same as the one in my room. On the first page it says: "He’s behind you."
My whole body went cold, like I’d fallen into an abyss. The campus belle’s fingers slowly stroked the diary, her eyes empty and ice-cold. She whispered softly: "You finally told me."
The wind on the playground suddenly stopped, everything was so quiet that only the sound of heartbeats remained.
I wanted to explain, but found my voice stuck in my throat. The diary on my desk turned to the last page, and new words slowly emerged: "Good, now both of you belong to me."
The lights flickered, the dark shadow outside the window slowly approached. The campus belle’s smile gradually froze, her eyes as hollow as glass. I stepped back, but found my legs were heavy, like I was pinned to the spot by some unknown force.
The shadow stopped in front of us, and murmured softly: "The truth has been passed on, you cannot escape." My heart sank, the world before my eyes started to blur, like I was falling into an endless abyss.
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