She Asked Us to Give Up SATs for a Million-Dollar Promise Chapter 08

She Asked Us to Give Up SATs for a Million-Dollar Promise Chapter 08

Mason and Logan panicked too.

“Yeah. Where’s the money?”

“The time’s up. Where’s my money, Stella?”

Stella broke out in a cold sweat and could barely keep hold of her phone.

“I… I think there’s probably a delay. Let’s wait a little longer.”

I lounged comfortably against the sofa and grinned from ear to ear.

Then wait.

Wait all you want.

But they waited for a long time, until even the classmates in the livestream grew impatient.

Only then did Stella finally make another move.

She swallowed hard and typed into the support interface with trembling fingers.

[System, why hasn’t the money arrived yet?]

[Sorry. No command has been received.]

[System, don’t scare me.]

[Sorry. No command has been received.]

[Come out already!!]

[Sorry. No command has been received.]

The same reply kept appearing.

The livestream fell into a deathly silence.

Then the comments started flooding in like crazy.

But Stella had no attention to spare for any of them.

Her face had gone pale with fear as she tapped the screen frantically, trying to wake up the so-called System again.

Maybe she tapped too fast, because the app glitched. The flashy, overdone interface collapsed, replaced by a stark white error pop-up.

The red text was glaring and impossible to miss.

[Program error. Multiple device restarts and repeated installations detected. Mission template will self-destruct in three seconds. The app will force quit.]

[Friendly reminder: This app is a homemade prank program. It has no real reward mechanism and carries no legal validity.]

Those few short lines were like a bucket of ice water poured over the four of them, chilling them straight through.

The livestream was terrifyingly quiet.

It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Stella was the first to scream. In disbelief, she tapped the screen over and over like she had gone mad.

“Ahhh! No! Impossible! I don’t believe it!”

But no matter how many times she refreshed it, the same error pop-up appeared every time she opened the app.

The once-in-a-lifetime chance to rewrite their fate, the ten-million-dollar reward, all of it was fake.

“N-No. This can’t be right.” Ethan’s voice was shaking, and every trace of color had drained from his face.

The gentle smile Logan always wore finally cracked, his chest rising and falling violently.

Mason shot to his feet, snatched Stella’s phone, and jabbed at the screen like a madman.

But no matter what he did, the broken app page kept showing nothing but the same error message.

In the end, it wouldn’t even open anymore. The app crashed the moment he tapped it.

“No!” Mason roared.

The comments completely exploded.

[Oh my God. This is a full-on public humiliation.]

[Who made this prank app? I’m dying.]

[They were mocking Evelyn for being short-sighted earlier. Now look who the real idiots are.]

[Evelyn is the only normal person here.]

Ethan and the other three froze completely in place.

At that moment, only one thought remained in their minds.

It was over.

Completely over.

They had forfeited the SATs. They were buried under massive loans. Their futures were destroyed.

I sat in front of the screen, watching them break down in despair, watching them turn on one another and frantically throw each other under the bus.

At the same time, the livestream blew up and shot straight to No. 1 on local X trends.

#Skip-the-SATs Get-Rich System: The Most Absurd Farce of the Year#

#Shocking: Four Seniors Skip the SATs for a Fake Ten Million Dollars#

#Prank App#

Trend after trend popped up.

The four of them finally panicked and tried to shut down the livestream.

But it was already too late.

At the very end of the livestream, Stella’s phone began ringing.

It was her mother.

Then Ethan’s, Mason’s, and Logan’s phones rang too.

All of them were getting back-to-back calls from their parents.

The corner of my mouth slowly lifted, and I exited the livestream with deep satisfaction.