The library lights were harsh and blinding. I crouched behind the third row of bookshelves, my phone screen glowing with the final message from the frat chat: 【Will, you *have* to nail that nerdy goddess tonight, or tomorrow morning the whole school will see you licking toilets on your knees.】 Attached was a photoshopped headline: #AlphaFratWasteGetsKickedOut#. I clenched my phone, eyes locked on the target—Hailey Chen, second-year physics major, GPA 4.0, never seen at parties, social media filled only with quantum mechanics notes. She was bent over a book now, hair falling like a barrier no one dared cross. I took a deep breath, stepped forward, and flashed the smile I’d practiced a hundred times: “Hey, all alone? *Introduction to Relativity* is pretty tough. Want some company?” She didn’t even look up. “Oh, you’re here for the ‘frat test,’ right? How far along are you? Need me to sign off?” I froze. Finally, she lifted her gaze. Behind her glasses, her eyes were cold as liquid nitrogen in a lab: “Your frat’s so pathetic. Betting on whether I’ll leave with you? Was the pot five hundred? Or a naked livestream?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. She snapped the book shut, stood, and looked down at me: “Will Thompson. Star quarterback. Alpha golden boy. Got pulled over for drunk driving three times last week—covered up each time by the president’s dad.” She paused. “You don’t need this test. You just… want to prove you’re still a person.” I dropped to the floor and started push-ups. One. Two. Three… “What the hell are you doing?” she frowned. “You’re right,” I panted. “I don’t need to prove it to them. But I need to prove it to myself—I’m not the trash everyone says I am.” She stared, stunned. I kept going, arms trembling: “You know… that paper you wrote, *Analogical Analysis of Dark Matter and Human Emotional Deviation*? I read it three times—in jail.” Silence hung for a beat. Then she laughed—softly—and pulled out her phone. A second later, mine buzzed. The frat chat exploded: 【Anonymous user posted video: Will Thompson doing 50 push-ups in the library, whispering excerpts from her research paper in the background.】 【Over 10K likes. Headline: #ThisIsRealAlpha#】 She slipped her phone away, voice quiet: “Actually… I set this up.” I looked up. “I knew about your ‘test.’ So I leaked my paper to an anonymous forum—waited for someone to come catch the ‘nerd.’” She tilted her head. “But you didn’t follow the script.” I pushed myself up, drenched in sweat: “So what now?” She stepped closer, fingertip brushing my chest: “Now… you passed *my* test.” We stood there, saying nothing. The clock tower chimed ten. Next chapter: Alpha Fraternity received a resignation letter. And the coldest goddess in physics posted her first-ever photo together on social media. Caption: **Reboot.** What starts as a cruel bet becomes a fight for truth, freedom—and love. When cocky freshman Will is dared by a ruthless fraternity to seduce the campus outcast, he thinks it’ll be the easiest test of loyalty yet. But Hailey, a quiet artist with a sharp tongue and secrets of her own, doesn’t fall for games—and soon, neither does he. As lies unravel and power shifts, their twisted college world explodes into scandal, blackmail, and revenge.Now, love is no longer a game—it’s the only way out.